#hope nothing breaks up these two best bud's

[transformers-synergize]

Nightbird and Deadlock a deadly pair of deceticons assassin.

They both tend to keep to themselves, mostly just interacting with each other. though Deadlock can be quite personable when need be, but it seems he would rather not spend too much time with his fellow decepticons other than Nightbird.

Nightbird is serious and precise everything she does. she kills vary quickly and efficiently. Some may say she is sparkless with her cold demeanor and merciless aditube, but Deadlock inist theirs more to her. Nightbird dosn’t talk much, so Deadlock often dose most of the talking for both of them, even though he's not much a talker himself.

Deadlock, despite his intimidating appearance, is a pretty easy bot to get along with, but don't let that make you think he's any less efitent of killing a machine than Nightbird. unlike Nightbird, who often kills before her target knows she's their Deadlock is rather cat-like when he hunting a target and will often mess with a target before taking them out. because of this, even though Nightbird has a higher kill count, most fear Deadlock more. Deadlock was a vary outspoken decepticons at the start of the war, though it seems his resolve has wavered a little overtime. He is still a loyal decepticon that will get the job done.

#nightbird #deadlock #idk if should tag drift #transformers fan continuity #transformers synergize #art post #tfs #transformers #redesign #they just besties who really good at killing #hope nothing breaks up these two best bud's #posting redesign as a finish them now and not is massive chunks seeing how it goes #drift #two Introverts that stick together #the two emo kids the back of class #maccadam

[melancholyhigh]

pls more dbf! Leon I can’t get enough of this man omfhhdhd

who has the choice like smarty does?

ft. dbf!leon x fem!reader

synopsis. you decide to bake a cake for your dad which leads to leon telling you what his favourite flavour is.

content. 1.8k words. fluff, smut. age gap, domesticity, baking, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, protected p in v, kitchen sex.

note. i hope you guys enjoy this one. i just want to be old man leon's pretty wife <33

masterlist. part one. part two. part three. i love feedback & requests :))

Since your dad left for his mission, you often found yourself in Leon’s apartment, bringing you a sense of solace which you lacked. 

The past few days, waking up to him felt like a dream. Your eyes flutter open, only to be met with tired eyes and a sweet smile. 

It’s a crime to look that good in the morning, you thought.

Leon had thought it’d be nice to let you stay at his place for a while. He was constantly at your home, and it would’ve been a nice change of pace. He tried to disguise it as him being concerned for your anxieties about your father’s health and not a means to see you around more often in his apartment. 

In all honesty, his apartment initially did not look used. It looked similar to when he first moved in, and nothing had changed that much. Since staying with him, his miserable apartment (and life) felt alive. 

��Good morning, Lee,” you mumbled drowsily, snuggling into his bare chest, your arms enclosing his waist. 

“Good mornin’, sweetheart.” Damn, his morning voice was sexy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. Recently, most mornings consist of the both of you lying on his bed in each other's arms, eyes shut, putting off the day’s responsibilities.

The moment is cut short by the ring of your phone, and you groan loudly. The tune of your phone’s ringtone still plays as you contemplate answering it. 

You did not want to deal with your friends right now. After finding out about Leon after he accidentally answered the phone while giving it to you, they relentlessly teased you for it.

Leon stretches his arm out to the bedside table to retrieve your phone. 

“It’s your dad,” Leon mentions, and you quickly sit upright, taking the phone from his hold and answering it.  

You observe as Leon kisses your cheek before leaving his room, giving you the privacy to talk with your dad. 

“Hey, sleepyhead, doing alright?” Your dad greets you, his words breaking up due to the poor connection.

“I’m fine, Dad. Are you okay? Your mission took longer than normal,” you asked, voice shaky.

You wanted to burst into tears. Your dad said it was supposed to be a regular mission, but it lasted almost two weeks. Usually, it takes about a week, and he calls you halfway through even though it’s not allowed. 

You hear a rustling noise, then a deep sigh, “there was a mix-up. I did more work than planned, but I’m fine now, not badly injured or anything– just tired.”

You let out a breath of relief. “When will you get back home?”

“Uhh… tomorrow for sure. I’ve got to get some results back, and then I’m free as a bird. Everything good with you, though, hun? Leon’s been treating ya good?”

“Leon? Yeah! He’s the sweetest. I'm glad you met him.” There’s a smile on your lips as you answer his question. You were honest with every word you said. Leon had become your recent source of comfort.

“That’s good. Leon’s a great guy. I wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t like him,” your dad jested. You hear a voice in the background call out your dad’s name. 

“Oh shit– Bye, honey. See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye, Dad,” you respond before hanging up.

Stumbling out of bed, the conversation with your father makes you question a few things as you head to the kitchen.

How would your dad react to your not-so-platonic relationship with Leon? Your dad did enjoy Leon’s presence. After all, Leon was his best bud, but would he approve of your relationship? Your father was always calm — albeit a bit unpredictable at times — so you don’t think he’d be infuriated. Not to mention Leon highly respected him and his craft. 

I mean, he said it himself, Leon is a great guy. He’s undoubtedly caring towards you.

Leon spots you as you enter the room. He can’t help but think you look so cute in the morning, wearing nothing but his oversized black t-shirt and plain white panties, which seems to be your go-to outfit lately. You’re wiping the sleep out of your eyes as you make your way over to him. 

“G’morning, baby. Is your dad okay?” Leon asks, handing you a mug of coffee prepared how you like it. 

“Mhm, he’s fine. Old man doesn’t know when to take a break,” you replied, taking a sip from the mug. “He’s gonna back by tomorrow, by the way.” 

Leon exhales, “That’s great. I was worried. Your dad is usually quick when it comes to his work. I guess his old age is finally catching up to him.”

–-

You decided to be the sweetest daughter in the world and bake a cake for your father’s inconvenience. Usually, you’re at classes when he’s on his work trips, unable to welcome him the way you used to when you were younger. 

You learnt at a way too young of age about your father’s job, remembering as a kid waiting for him to come home. That often left you to think of ways to surprise him when he gets back, which leads to you and your aunt baking a cake using premade cake mix. 

This time it’s special because it’ll be a homemade cake! 

You were shocked that Leon even had the ingredients in his pantry to make one.

The cake was in the oven as you prepared some icing you stole from someone’s cooking blog. Your dad was a simple man with a simple taste opting for a classic vanilla because chocolate was too sweet for him.

“Hey, Lee, what’s your favourite cake flavour? Maybe I can make it for you sometime .” You pondered aloud. 

Leon glances at you from his sudoku puzzle on his morning papers. You looked enticing in his apron, a cheesy quote plastered on the front, covered in flour — similar to the shirt he was wearing now.

It had him thinking. Coming home from work to his sweet girl baking him his favourite treat would be enough to make a grown man blush. Maybe it’d be the other way around, you coming home from classes or work as he prepares your favourite meal for you to unwind. 

Either way, it had his cock throbbing within the confinements of his pants. 

He gets up from the dining table, walking to your area at the kitchen counter. He looms behind you as he wraps his strong arms under your (his) graphic tee, resting his chin on your shoulder, the stubble on his face tickling your neck. His touch makes the hair on your skin rise.

“You’re my favourite flavour, sweetheart.” God, he was fucking cheesy. 

He’s sloppily kissing the fading marks along your shoulder blade, and you immediately stop what you’re doing, swallowing deeply at his actions.

“Leon..” you gasp softly. His nose presses up to the column of your throat.

“Let me eat you out, pretty girl,” he pleads. His hands are now gripping your hips when you turn around to face him. Leon kisses your lips softly, tilting his head as he groans into the kiss. You loved how vocal he gets with you. Each sound he made makes your cunt pulse with want. 

His palms are under your thighs as he helps you onto the cool marble countertops. Pulling away from your lips, he spreads your thighs apart. The cloth of the apron and shirt bunches up, revealing your pretty panties, soaked through. Leon moans at the sight. 

Gripping your thighs in his strong hands, he leans down, kissing the hickeys trailing up your thigh before his tongue pushes up against your pussy, the fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit.

You whimper as he laps at your drenched panties. You use your palms as support on the counter behind you, subtly rutting your hips to his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you gasp when he pulls your panties off and tosses them to the side. Your ass is halfway off the counter as he draws you near his face, admiring your cunt leaking with your arousal.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, spreading your lips apart and kissing the sensitive bud, sending electricity through your body. You don’t know whether you find it endearing or obnoxious as he talks to your pussy. He’s such a dork. 

His tongue flattens against your cunt, intently lapping at you as you breathe heavily. You taste so fucking good, he thinks. Nose bumping your clit as he ravages your poor cunt.

His tongue delves into your hole, moving in and out. One of your hands moves to his dark locks tugging on it, a silent plead. He whines into your pussy, reverberating throughout your body, leaving you needy.

Leon palms his cock through his pants. He’s unbelievably hard as his lips move to your clit, sucking on the bud roughly, adoring each sound that falls from your lips, letting out his own groans and moans into your cunt. He could do this for hours. 

“‘M cumming, Leon,” you cry, your thighs clamping around his head as you climax. 

If you suffocated him to death, at least he died doing the thing he loved. 

Lifting from your thighs, he licks his lips, peering at you. His hair is dishevelled as he runs his hand through it attempting to fix it. 

He nudges his bulge to your dripping cunt. He got so hard from just eating you out. 

Your hands rush to help him rid himself of his pants and briefs. He moves to get a condom from his pocket, swiftly ripping the packaging and slipping it on his aching cock.

He runs the head along your folds, nudging it against your abused clit. You wrap your arms around Leon’s shoulders, moving your lips against his as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Your gummy walls clench around him while you whimper softly into the kiss. He fills you up perfectly with his thick length.

Your legs encircle his taut waist as he thrusts slowly into your pussy. The tip of his cock curving perfectly, hitting the spot that makes you dizzy. Leon picks up his pace, and the rhythm of his hips ends up sloppy. 

“Fuck, your pussy’s squeezing me tight, pretty girl,” he huffs, messily fucking you. You grip this bicep for support, nails digging into the flesh. 

“Wanted to fuck you here since the first time you walked into my place.” He groans, his calloused palm squeezing your tits through your shirt and apron. “Planned to fuck you on every surface.”

“Leon…” you whine, your cunt spasming around his fat cock as he repeatedly grinds into you.

“That’s it, baby. Cum f’me.”

He spills into the condom with a loud groan. Your head falls into the crook of his neck as you try to even out your breathing, and you think you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life with him.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #vendetta leon #leon kennedy smut #leon smut #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil vendetta #smut #reader insert #re4 smut #re4 #✩‧₊˚ fics

[pirateprincessblog]

Read For Me 》 P. Seonghwa

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: books, fanfictions, TV shows and games took your excitement about real life away. nothing has your heart beating fast, everything is pretty much the same and dull to you. nobody could pull you out of your void of fantasy for a long time. still, your best friend decides to try one last time. she does succeed, but not in the way she meant. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: psh x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.9k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut, angst, best friend's father seonghwa 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, nsfw scenes, unprotected sex 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: in my dilf atz phase.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫��𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

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Buried into your books and the void of the fantasy world, you had little to no excitement left in your body for the real life events. They lacked... something. Everything was awkward, miscalculated, weird and stiff. In books, the world was so fluid. Tension, passion, strong emotions like love and hate were on almost all pages. It filled your empty memories and fantasies just right. You now wished to drop out of college, buy a castle, run into a mysterious higher vampire and be the reason he exists as a good person now. Or maybe succeed in going through the wall and ending up on Platform 9¾, preferably face first into Cedric Diggory's chest.

Erotica isn't foreign to you either. They say the dirtiest ones are usually the virgins. And they weren't wrong. The amount of frustration trapped in you did you no good. You used to wonder how your male friends could do it so often, but once you got a taste of that side, you understood better than anyone. Countless nights of your fingers working on all your sensitive buds had you only wishing for more, even after release. It just wasn't enough. You hoped for a miracle every single time. You hoped that one of the men from your fantasies would appear in your room and satisfy you just how you wanted. Wouldn't it be just perfect if Henry Cavill appeared in the room? Preferably in his Witcher costume? If not him, then Lee Dong Wook would do equally good.

You drop your book on the bed. Your eyes skimmed over words, but you didn't pay attention to a single thing that was written. You decide to take a break from reading. Maybe you could even drink your first glass of water today. The sun was almost setting, yet you only had a bowl of cereal and half of a pizza slice. You glance at the clock. You despised it. It only reminded you of how fast time flies. You didn't even get to the steamy part of your fantasy, yet you already had to get dressed and wait for your friend in the driveway.

Your college best friend is back from her seasonal vacation in the Alps. Or was it Greece this time? It didn't even matter. It seemed like they only went to keep the tradition, not because they wanted to. She was probably richer than the whole college combined, yet she didn't know where to use all her fortune. So she settled for buying presents for her friends, which is why you now have a full wall covered with books and collectible figures and movie props.

Thirty minutes later, you are outside, your eyes searching for a black Mercedes with light up wheels and a suspicious looking driver. All three of their bodyguards were funny. They weren't as they described them in books. Her bodyguards were stiff, bland, and didn't say more than a greeting. You didn't exactly expect them to flirt with you any chance they get like you were used to on the pages, but the behaviour was still a disappointment for you.

Chills run up your spine as you watch the sun set. You regret picking out the outfit you are wearing. As if you weren't aware that the summer days are far behind. You wore the dress you got from her last trip to Paris. She had a great fashion sense and loved fashion in general, and to turn down her clothes meant a heartbreak for her.

"As soon as I saw it, I thought: her."

The way she described how she found it was amusing to you. It was knee-length and had long see-through sleeves. You felt the prettiest in it.

Finally, you heard the familiar engine. You didn't even have to look. The vehicle pulled up in front of you, and before the driver could get out, the door opened. A tall masculine figure stepped out of the car, and opened the door all the way for you. You feel chills run up your spine once again, this time not from the cold, but from the sight in front of you.

The man in front of you was absolutely stunning. He had the sparkliest and biggest eyes you had ever seen, broad shoulders, a confident smirk and-

"Dad, stop messing with her! She will think she is going to get kidnapped!" Your friend's voice yelled from inside the car.

You gulped, eyes still not leaving his face. In the three years of your friendship with her, you never saw her parents. Especially her father. Not even on photos. So, naturally, you'd need time to recover from this shock.

"Whenever you are ready."

The man politely bowed his head towards the seats, then stepped back so he could close the door after you. He sat in the front seat, then nodded towards the driver as a sign to turn on the engine.

The ride was peaceful, if you exclude your friend's nails clicking against the phone screen.

"I hear you like books." The words drip from his lips like honey.

You blush at simple eye contact through the rear mirror. His gaze has your fingers playing in your lap and your thighs pressed together.

He is so hot.

"I do, Mr Park."

"That's lovely. It's rare to find people in younger generations that enjoy reading. They mainly use it as a reason to bully someone."

"It truly is," you confirm, wanting to keep the conversation going. "You enjoy books too, Sir?"

Fathers of your other friends usually tell you to call them by their names. But not Park Seonghwa. He sure as fuck is not like other fathers you've met. You don't remember the last time your cheeks felt so hot because of someone.

"Of course. I have a whole library in my house. You are free to see it if you wish. My sweet social daughter will show you. Won't you, darling?"

His gaze switches to your friend, who is too invested in the ongoing conversation on her phone to pay attention to the one happening in real life.

"Sure, sure."

Park Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle, then sat back in silence. You looked around you. The girl next to you was dressed beautifully as usual. It surprised you how she could make all those weird elements feel so ordinary and pretty. You, on the other hand, struggled to pair the jeans and a top. You barely figured out which shoes went with the dress. You felt underdressed. Her father wore a suit, and she had an elegant short blazer which matched her trousers, paired up with heels and a matching purse. You had a phone in your hand and a tote bag with your pajamas for the night. And a jacket to keep you warm. It didn't go with the outfit you had poorly put together at all. You wanted to run back home and wear something more fitting for the house you'll be staying in for a day or two.

You were in it once. You felt ridiculously small inside it. The ceilings were so high, dazzling chandeliers hanging from them. The windows were tall and in a minimalistic style. You only wondered how much time it took to clean them. They had all sorts of things you thought were unnecessary. Like a pool. The beach was just fifteen minutes away, the pool was there just to show off. So many bedrooms also had you confused. Since Spring, only two people live there now; your friend and her father. The mother filed for a divorce as she found love in a tourist from Poland. Poor Mr Park.

"Let's go," your friend finally put the phone away.

It took you a few moments to take in all the differences that were made. The portrait of a woman and a child above the fireplace was now gone and replaced with one of the man you just met and a young lady in which you found a sister 3 years ago.

"Anyone want my famous fig cheese prosciutto bites?" The man held a silver plate full of the said bites in front of the girls.

"No, dad, disgusting. Fruit and meat?"

"Growing up this spoiled one would think your taste in food would get better. Chicken nuggets don't really pass as an appetiser meal."

You watch with amusement as the two exchange a few funny grimaces, before your friend makes her way towards her room. "You eat some of that, since I know damn well you didn't eat shit today."

"I so did."

"You're so lying, bitch."

You laugh, ready to throw the word right back at her, when you feel Mr Park's gaze on you.

"Cuss her out all you want. It is none of my business."

"No, no. It's not quite appropriate for someone to talk like that."

In front of you, you add in your mind.

He hums, then smiles at you. "Bite?"

"I'd love to."

It takes only an eyebrow raise from him to let you know that you could've worded it better.

"I mean, I'd love one."

You take one from the plate, then admire it. Were you supposed to shove the whole thing in your mouth? Maybe pull it apart and eat it in rows? Bite into it?

"I don't usually try to poison my daughter's friends, doll. Just enjoy it. If we don't eat these tonight, they will go bad and I'll have to throw them away."

The little nickname slip had your toes wiggling in your shoes. He is so effortlessly breathtaking. Seeing that you're still struggling with the food, he takes one bite in his hand. He removes the toothpick holding the ingredients together, then steps towards you.

Every thought you had in your mind until then disappeared. Park Seonghwa gently cupped your lower jaw, and you relax into his touch. You look straight into his eyes as he puts the food between your lips. When you fail to move on your own, he smirks with amusement. Two fingers gently push the food into your mouth, resting on your tongue for a split second.

"Can you chew that for me?"

You feel your core throb. You feel fragile and weak under his touch. Most of all, you feel horny for your friend's dad. You remember to blink, then start chewing on the delicious food. He does not avert his eyes as you do so. Once you made sure to chew enough times, you finally swallow. A satisfied smile decorated his face as his thumb caressed your cheek, hand still cupping your jaw.

"Good girl."

You think you see stars. Park Seonghwa has an impact nobody ever had on you. And lots of them tried. Park Seonghwa didn't even need to try. He just - existed.

The man lets go of your face, then silently makes his way towards his room. At least you assume it is his room. He walked away so calmly, almost making you think you imagined what had just happened. Your face suddenly feels empty and cold without his touch. He had you in a chokehold with a simple touch and a smile.

You almost forget about your best friend waiting in her room. You hope your blushing won't betray you. After all, she must be tired of people wanting to fuck her dad.

Your conversations and jokes don't stop until after midnight. By now, you've had a stand-up show, a few episodes of your favorite TV show, a few funny clips of your favorite artists, and a fashion show. You are exhausted, almost ready for bed. Almost. You still need to get the frustration out somehow. The younger girl is more than ready for bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, she was out of this world. You laugh at her smeared makeup, then reach for the box of wet wipes. You gently clean her face, then try to do her usual routine. You don't remember it, but you try your best.

You make your way to her tall mirror, ready to clean your face too. If your best friend didn't study and work with fashion, she would surely be a makeup artist. It's a pity that you have to wipe down the art she created. Your hands fall down, and your eyes skim over your outfit and hair. She made you wear the brand new lingerie she got for her birthday as a joke. It was funny when they were in her hands, but you'll never forget the gasp that came out of her when you stepped out of the big wardrobe.

"Wanna scissor?"

You'd be up to try it, just not with her. Not while you have her dad on your mind. Perhaps- perhaps you could suddenly get thirsty and go to the kitchen dressed like that? The lingerie was now hidden under a short silver silk dress she wore for her ex boyfriend's birthday party. It looked plain and stupid, but the young girl had the power to turn it into something jaw dropping. Paired with silver heels and dazzling makeup, you looked ready for, well, someone to destroy it.

You open the door, then slowly step in the hallway. The girl explained that Mr Park's room is at the end of the hallway, but you cannot just walk in and expect something to happen. Maybe he simply liked teasing. Maybe he never responds to all those calls for pleasure. He is surely aware of what an impact he has on people, and maybe he finds it amusing. You still have a shot to see for yourself.

You drink a glass of water. Then another one. He isn't here. He must be asleep already. He is a hard working man after all. All this didn't come into his life easily. God, good looking and hard-working? He must be the whole package. Who in their right mind would leave a man like this? Perhaps she couldn't keep up with his sex drive. You hope.

You set the glass aside, and examine the kitchen again. Many drinks decorated the shelves, along with luxurious looking glasses and other glass decorations. You could only dream of having a home like this. You could probably afford a single spoon from the bottom drawer. You just couldn't wait to meet your soul mate and force your brilliant ideas on them. After all, you have a gift for that. Decorating, I mean. Not the forcing part.

You feel less sleepy now that you've drank so much water. You wander around the living room for a while, hoping he would come down at any moment. Yet it still doesn't happen. Your feet carry you to the door near the staircase. You slowly open it, then look around. With your luck, he will come down now that you are snooping around his home. He better stay asleep now.

You step inside, debating whether to turn on the lights. Fuck it, you think. Your hand finds the light switch on the cold wall. You squint at the sudden brightness. It takes a while for your eyes to get used to it, but when they do, all you can do is gasp.

The walls were covered with antique bookshelves, each filled with books from top to bottom. They were divided in sections, and they had the most beautiful covers and spines you've ever seen. You step inside, closing the door behind. The room was endless rows of fantasy, sci-fi, romance, poetry, educational books, and-

Erotica.

Fuck, lots of erotica. A whole wall, maybe even two, dedicated to the sinful delight. You didn't even need to check if you're right. You'd recognise some of those spines even in darkness. A single desk is placed in the middle of the room, along with a comfortable looking chair. Pens and notebooks are neatly placed in the top corner, and a book rests at the edge. A suit jacket, most probably Mr Park's, is placed over the backrest. The room was organised, clean, and smelled like sandalwood mixed with jasmine. It was pleasant enough to just stand there. Yet the curiosity got the best (or worst) of you, as it always did.

The smell of books takes over your senses. You feel the worn out spines and edges under your fingertips. He has them all: from the very first romance novels with the very first sex scenes to steamy books who had sex written all over them. You weren't sure which ones you liked more. You only knew that you'd settle for anything just to get a little taste.

Your gaze falls on the book which laid on the desk. His most recent read, perhaps? It still had a bookmark, you notice. You sit on the chair, and almost sink into it from the softness. You close your eyes, inhaling all the scents you can. You sense a hint of bourbon. Even his scent makes your lower stomach burn with unreleased sensation.

You take the book into your hands, then turn it over. The summary made your curiosity even worse, and you could forget about sleep for at least two more hours. You lean back, put your feet on the desk, and happily start with the book. It has a plot, of course, but currently? You couldn't give a single fuck about it. But you aren't one to skip pages just to get to a certain point in the story. So you force yourself to read through the little boring descriptions. In the corner of your eye, you spot a box of tissues peeking out of the bottom drawers. You see no other chairs around here. It means that nobody enters the room.

A man and a box of tissues mean only one thing.

You sigh at the picture that forms in your head. You see Mr Park sitting on the chair. He is wearing his suit vest, a book in his hand and legs spread comfortably. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, which you know is thick. Your eyes have dropped down there once or twice. He is lazily stroking himself, his attention still fully on the book. There is just something so fucking hot about watching a man satisfy himself.

You feel your throat go dry. You open your eyes, ready to put the book away and try to go to sleep. Yet the plot has just started to get steamy. You sit back once again, the book in your hand not getting any rest tonight. Your eyes skim over the hot descriptions, each making you more flustered. The thought of Park Seonghwa reading this is driving you crazy.

Nicholas has waited for this moment for months, yet it felt like years to him. He would use every second of it, and he will be the best she ever had.

He worshipped her all night long, explored her body with his tongue, whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and grabbed at anything he could. He devoured her, his wet muscle tirelessly working on her sensitive bud. Her cries of pleasure had him cumming in his own pants, yet he didn't care. He existed for her, and her only.

Was it too much to ask for a simple eating out? You wonder how it feels. You had one, a long time ago. Along with a messy first time. God, the second time might've been ever messier. None of it was enjoyable. You too wanted to be manhandled. You too wanted to be worshipped. You wanted someone to tirelessly eat you out until you cream. And scream.

You groan. Continuing will do you no good, but going to sleep is impossible. You could rub out a quick one and then try to rest. Wouldn't be your first time. You feel yourself dripping through your panties. All these descriptions have your head spinning. You reach for the box of tissues. The last thing you needed was to leave evidence that you snooped around. If you're going to leave one, it better not be an arousal stain on the chair.

You pull the drawer so you can take the box out easier. If your jaw could drop to the floor, it probably would. Deeper in the drawer laid a purple gadget. You knew very well what it was. You were never brave enough to get one for yourself. Your parents liked to snoop a lot, and just now you realise where you got it from. He didn't use it on anyone, did he? Your friend did not mention any women near Mr Park. Besides, it feels good for men too.

You carefully take out the wand. It looks brand new, the see through film still wrapped around the head. It could help you out. You'd be finished even quicker. Nobody will ever know. You cannot afford it anymore anyway, so wasting an opportunity like this seems like a shame to you.

You put each leg over the armrests, then lay back comfortably. You press a button. The buzzing sound has your stomach filled with excitement. You resume the reading, the wand dangerously close to your crotch. You didn't remove the film, nor will you remove the panties. If someone barges in, you can throw it in the drawer and act stupid.

You bring the buzzing device closer, and closer, until it finally touches your burning clit. A gasp leaves your lips, the first vibrations giving you the satisfaction you needed. You try to focus on the words, yet the toy feels so good against you that you choose to drop the book and enjoy. You throw your head back, sighs and hums leaving your mouth as you work the toy on your clit. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of a single man. He is so close, yet so far. The scent from his vest is helping you get a clearer picture. He is skillfully working his fingers on you, filling you up just right and licking your juices off his hand so sinfully.

You groan. The vibrations are strong against you, and you don't think you can take it. You are not used to it. Fingers will have to do. You blindly search for the button. When you fail to find it, you open your eyes.

"Fuck-"

The rest of the words come out muffled. A hand is placed over your lips, and another one is covering yours on the wand. You shamelessly stare into the eyes of the man you want to fuck so bad. Judging by his gaze, you think he shares the idea. Without a single word, he presses the toy back into your clit. You sigh into his hand, head falling back and your back arching. You try to close your eyes, but a slap to your inner thigh makes you jump.

"Look at me."

You do as you are told. He does not avert his gaze, not even when you beg him to stop. You are feeling overstimulated, even though you did not orgasm.

"Found yourself a book to read?" He asks, eyes falling on it.

You nod. Now you know why the scent was stronger in the room. How long was he there?

"Come here."

He removes his hand from your face. You are taken aback by his demands. It is turning you on even more. With a single swipe, he drops all the pens and notebooks from the desk on the floor.

"You like wearing cute little dresses and parading around the house?"

"I wasn't-"

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." He licks his lips. His hands cup your waist, and you feel your body rise up. He places you on the desk, then rests his hands on your knees. In the most erotic way ever, he looks deep into your eyes, then gently spreads your legs. You want to melt into his arms right there. Mr Park steps between your thighs, hands resting on your cheeks.

"You look so innocent. So pretty for me to ruin."

You say nothing. Instead, you get closer to him. You wish to feel his lips. You wish to feel his tongue in many places.

"But you are far from innocent, aren't you? Probably the biggest slut I've ever met."

"Sir-"

"I don't fuck my daughter's friends, you know."

He places a hand on your chest, gently pushing you to lay down on the desk. He climbs on it with one knee, hand still caressing your cheek.

"Didn't promise anything about best friends though."

His lips hover above yours for a while. He is making it painful for you. He is making you beg. And you are ready to go down on your knees for him.

"I want to fucking ruin you, doll. I want to do all the things you've read about." He whispers into your mouth. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, accidentally touching yours too. "I want to pound into you as you read your favorite book and struggle to focus. I want to tear you apart right on this desk."

You moan at his words. You swear you could cum from his dirty talk only.

"Will you let me get a taste of you?"

You nod eagerly. He chuckles, then presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. He is looking into your eyes in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together so you can get some friction.

"I need to hear you, love."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I'll let you get a taste of me," you repeat. It didn't sound as hot as when he said it. It didn't matter anyway.

Time passed so slow. You had an orgasm to chase, yet Park Seonghwa wouldn't move a single finger.

"Will you let me smear that pretty makeup of yours?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Will you let me stuff you with my cock like a good girl?"

"Y-yes, Sir," you breathe out. The formality is only adding up to the mood. First names are outdone anyway.

"And will you do as I say?"

"Yes," you nod, "yes I will. Anything."

"Anything?" He asks, his eyebrow raised.

"Anything, Sir."

Just when you think he is going to press his lips against yours, he reaches for something behind you. He holds the book in front of you, signaling you to take it.

"Read for me."

Read? It's erotica, not a bedtime story. Yet how can you say no when he asked you so nicely. You clear your throat, then continue where you left off.

"Nicholas held her thighs down to keep her from squirming. His tongue lapped at her clit without stopping. She begged, and begged for - oh!"

The buzzing device is spreading sensation on your clit. You look over the book, and find Mr Park focusing on the space between your legs. He is lazily dragging the wand across your crotch, occasionally pressing into the sensitive bud.

"Keep going," he ordered.

"S-she begged, and begged for more. She had cummed twice on his tongue already. Yet he didn't have enough. He wanted to watch her shake in his arms, beg ‐ ah, ‐ beg for him to stop. Nicholas then inserts his fingers into her, the tips searching for the sweet spot which - f‐fuck - had her groaning with pleasure."

The speed is increased, and your thighs are shaking. You think you're close already.

"I don't think I can handle it much longer." You say.

"I didn't ask."

With that, he increases the speed, this time dragging the toy more forcefully on your crotch. You could spill over the edge at any moment. You want to orgasm with his fingers, not a stupid toy.

"The books isn't going to read itself."

"She held onto his hair for dear life. The pressure was building up at the bottom, and- ah, fuck ‐ and, and-"

"And?"

"I'm going to cum," you cry out.

"I don't remember that being in that scene yet."

"Please-"

"Read."

Your eyes fall back on the words. You just want to lay down and enjoy. Why does he enjoy teasing so much? It's not as fun as it looks or sounds.

"‐and she could feel herself cumming all over his face once again."

You lower the book, just enough so you can look at him. He is focused on his movements. His long, slender fingers are gently pressing your thigh against the wooden surface, while his other hand is working the toy on you. The vibrations change speed and strength, and that's what's keeping you from finishing right in front of him. His tongue wets his lips again, and his lips stay open. He lets out shallow breaths as he watches you clench around nothing.

"Look at you, shamelessly dripping on my work desk." He says, his voice low and raspy. He looks into your eyes, right before he lifts the toy.

He does not break eye contact with you. He climbs on the desk again, spreading your legs with his own and resting his hand on your exposed lower stomach. His hand is hot against your skin. You are ready to give yourself to him in any way.

"You like the book so far?"

"Yes, Sir."

He drags his hand up your stomach, lifting your dress along the way. He takes his sweet time, doing nothing but giving you goosebumps and making your breathing harder. The dress is now scrunched above your breasts, your friend's brand new lingerie completely exposed to his big pupils. It was an ugly colour, but somehow, Mr Park seemed astonished by the view.

"Ah, fuck."

You feel your bra being yanked down, and right after that a warm wet muscle circling over your tense nipples. A gasp leaves your mouth. Then another, and another, with each lick he generously gives you. He squeezes your breasts, massages them, works his tongue on them like it's the most delicious meal in the world. You swear you could orgasm just from this.

Mr Park allows himself to get a bit vocal. He hums around your nipples, gently sucking at them and squeezing the soft flesh around them. He enjoys your squirming under him. He enjoys your moans and gasps. He enjoys your fingers pulling his hair. Most of all, he enjoys how you lift your thighs up and try to meet his crotch, in hopes of getting more relief down there.

He lifts his head from your sensitive breasts, and gets closer to your face. His breathing is heavy against your mouth, and you can almost feel his heart thumping against your chest.

"Tell me, what is your favorite scene from the book?"

"What?" You ask, confused as to why he is insisting on reading and talking about the book.

"You heard me," he speaks into your mouth. He is so close, yet he doesn't dare touch your lips. It's making you extremely frustrating. You wanted to taste the lips that spoke sinful words. You want all of him.

"Well, I kinda liked the first time he fingered her."

"Did you now?" He acts interested. His eyebrow is raised with amusement because of your utter confusion.

"Yeah, I mean, it was hot as fuck. Him fingering her right there in the corner of the club? I swear I'd — oh."

His finger dips inside of you with ease. Your walls swallow it, clench around it, and feel warm against it. Mr Park is lets out a groan. Still, he continues, still looking into your eyes. "What exactly did he do?"

"He made out with her. And fingered her."

"That's all?"

His finger is not moving. It sits there comfortably, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. He licks his lips for the third time that night. He is fighting every urge inside him to just slam his cock into you and ruin you on the table. He wants to enjoy everything you want to give him.

"H-he—" your eyes roll back as he gently presses his finger upwards, "he uses one finger first, to get her used to it. He fingers her slow, and- and‐"

The man slowly pulls out, then equally slowly goes back in. He repeats the motion, and each time it seems slower to you. It is more intense, but you don't think you have the patience.

"He inserts another finger, to stretch her out. He speeds up a bit, and asks her- ah, fuck, asks her if it feels good."

Mr Park leans into your ear. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh, fuck yes."

You feel another finger stretching you our, then another. He watches as his fingers disappear between your tight walls, preparing you so well for him. He speeds up his pace. The sounds of his palm slamming against your pelvis along with your cunt making wet noises is making you arch your back from the table. You shamelessly moan into his mouth, hands grabbing at his shoulders, hair, face, anything.

You are pulled away from the world of ecstasy. You find yourself sitting up straight, your wrists caught in his hand. You are ready to whine about being so close, yet he stops you by pulling you off the desk. The dress falls down your body, covering it once again. The man pulls you off the table, and in a split second, he has you slammed against the bookshelves. You are ready to complain, but he stops you by slamming his palms against the shelves near your head. He looks at you, as if asking if you still want it. You respond by getting closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he captures your lips with his, hungrily sucking on them and biting them. His tongue is gentle against yours, giving it light strokes and circles. Your fingers find themselves tangled into his hair, then down his neck, shoulders, until they finally rest on his chest. He stops your hands from unbuttoning his snow white shirt. He pulls away too quickly for your liking.

You stare with surprise as he drops down on his knees. Fuck, you love the way he looks at you from down there. His fingers graze the skin of your thighs, then gently lift up the dress.

"Hold that for me." He orders in a whisper. You quickly obey, grabbing the material and holding it above your lower stomach. "Then what happened?"

"The guy took her outside, behind the club. He made her stand against the wall, much like me now. And then—"

You now realise what he is doing. He is recreating the scenes you have just read. He is fulfilling your fantasy. He is doing just what you always wanted, and he doesn't even know it. A sudden boost of confidence enters your body. You could drop a few lines that weren't in the book. He wouldn't notice now, would je?

"He ate her out."

"Did he?" He asks, voice dripping with horny thoughts said out loud. "And just how did he do that?"

"He licked every inch of her skin, explored every curve and bump, and sucked on a specific spot."

The man smirks, then pokes his tongue out. You finally get a chance to see exactly how long it is. He licks a warm stripe over your folds and clit. Your knees are wobbly, and you wish you could've stayed sat down. His hands are gripping you thighs, buttocks, and the back of your knees. He is fully focused into absolutely ravishing you.

He mercilessly licks your clit, each swipe making you more sensitive. He works it up and down, then in circles, then flattens the wet muscle so that he can take in all of you. He makes lewd noises, almost slurping at your arousal and folds.

"So heavenly," he groans. He hums as he speeds up his tongue against your clit.

Short moans leave your mouth, and you find yourself gripping your nipples over the shiny fabric. You pull and squeeze his hair between your finger, and you think you'll choke him with your thighs. He doesn't complain once.

"I'm close—" you whimper, white dots already appearing in front of your eyes.

It was as if you said "stop". He stands up, hand resting on your jaw. He lifts your head to look at him. His lips are glistening with your arousal, and you think it's the hottest thing ever. He dips his thumb and index finger into your cheeks, making you hollow them and open your mouth. He leans in, and just when you think he is about to kiss you, two fingers find themselves resting on your tongue. He proceeds to push them back, right at the end of your tongue. You tear up, but don't gag. He is very distracting with his stare.

You close your lips around his fingers, tongue circling around them and wetting them. He takes them out, puts them in his own mouth. He steps back for a bit, and you carefully follow his every movement. He rips the fabric of his shirt, and buttons drop down on the floor. The sight has you dripping down your legs. You don't get a chance to say much, he pushes you against the desk, this time with you facing the surface. You feel the wet digits spread your folds. You then feel a wet trail rolling down your pussy.

Did he—? Did he spit directly on your pussy?

You hear the belt unbuckling, then fabric shuffling. Something hot touches your other cheeks, gently caressing them and leaving a trail of precum. His hand reaches near you, taking the book and opening it where you marked it. It then cups your neck, gently pressing the sides of it just enough to make you dizzy.

"Read for me, doll."

"But-"

He leans down, feeling a bit annoyed at all your protests. "Read for me so I can stuff you with my cock in peace."

You have no other choice but to continue. You feel him circling your folds, but not touching you where you need it.

"Nicholas couldn't believe how long it had been since he last felt her. He pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. His hips forcefully connected with hers— ah!"

You feel him stretch you out. The sweet burning sensation is back, this time actually pleasant. He fills you to the end, hands tightly holding onto your waist and neck. He pulls out, just to slam back into you, much like Nicholas.

"He watched her tits bounce with every hip thrust he m-made, a sight for sore eyes. He fondled her nipples, listened to her moans and watched her face twist wit-th pleasure—"

His hands move your body towards him, making him reach spots that have you gripping the edge of the desk.

"Please let me enjoy this, Mr Park. Oh please, let me."

He pulls your hair, making your back arch and your head fall back. He looks at you from above, hips still working their pace.

"You're saying you're not", thrust, "enjoying this?"

"No, I just—"

"I spoiled you," thrust, "in such a," thrust, "short," thrust, "time."

He proceeds to thrust a few times faster, then slows down. He fucks you nice and gentle, occasionally letting out a grunt or a hiss. He goes deep, making you roll your eyes.

"Look at me," he pulls your hair more.

You whimper, the pleasant pain spreading over your body.

"Look at your pretty makeup running down your cheeks."

He wasn't lying when he said he is going to ruin you. He turns your body over with ease, and you wonder just how strong this man is. Mr Park lifts your legs on his shoulders, the position giving him more access to all the sweet spots. He slams into them with no mercy, abuses every weak spot you have, and fills your mouth with his fingers to keep you quiet. They don't help much, since you are equally loud even when he tries to make you gag.

"Want me to fill you up like a stuffed toy?"

"Please," you manage to beg.

Your eyes roll back from pleasure, and you are feeling like you're floating. You are so close, and if he cums inside you, you will cum right then. Mr Park is now moaning. His hands are gripping your waist, slamming your weaker body into his hips. Sweat is decorating his exposed body, and his hair is sticking up everywhere. Watching him focus on chasing his high is something you'll always remember with love. He is progressively getting sloppier and louder, and you just can't wait to see him cum.

You are squeezing and milking him so well, he could go all night long with you. He lets out a prolonged moan as he spills into you, hips still working in and out. You follow after, the feeling of warm seed touching the right places.

"Fuck—" you moan, moving your hips and riding out your high.

The man drops on top of you, cock still deep inside.

You notice the windows are foggy, and the smell of sex is more than present in the room. You don't want to move. You want more. It just isn't enough.

"Ah fuck, I could go for a second round." He admits.

"I can handle it."

"But I can't so please go to sleep or go fuck outside."

Shit.

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[lees-chaotic-brain]

For your recent event can I request

Blue Ocean and #2

Thank you

Three Little Words (Gojo x Reader)

CW: rejection, blood, slight spoilers for the jjk movie, implied past satosugu i guess, mutual pining, reader is female, implied death, brief mentions of blood, mentions of injury

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"Sorry, not interested."

Three little words. Three little words was all it took to shatter your heart.

You had spent the last three years of your life trying to track down the person attached to the other end of your soulmate thread.

All that time spent hoping. All that time spent daydreaming about what he would be like, only for this.

For you to meet him because he was your new coworker, and fellow teacher at Jujutsu Tech. For him to reject you upon first sight.

You hadn't even spoken a word yet. All it took was him glancing at the red ribbon connecting the two of you for him to shut you down.

Your mind went blank. There was no way you heard him correctly, right...?

"What?"

"I'm not interested."

He stated casually, as if he was just commenting on the weather.

"You-You don't even know my name yet!"

With all logic having flown out the window, this was the best you could come up with.

"Oh, you're right. What's your name?"

Stupefied, you told him.

"That's pretty. Anyways, it's not you, it's me."

Taking your blank gaze as understanding, he perked up.

"My name's Gojo Satoru. I hope we can be friends!"

With an enthusiastic handshake, he was off, leaving you standing in shock, unsure of what just happened.

Reaching up and touching your cheek, you were surprised to find that it was wet.

Huh, that was strange. When did you start crying?

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Days turned to weeks turned to months.

At first, things were a little awkward between you and your soulmate.

You were hurt, angry and confused. But the more time you spent with him, the more those feelings ebbed away, his presence a balm that soothed all your hurts and insecurities.

Why. Why did he have to reject you? Why did he have to be so insufferable? Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive? Why did he have to be aware that he was so goddamn attractive?

Why couldn't he send you any clear signals?

One day he was playfully calling you his 'best bud' while the two of you played pranks on Nanami or got into mischief.

And the next he was tenderly cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the dark bags under your eyes; concern evident on his face as he quietly asked if you were doing okay, and telling you to take a break.

And if he really wasn't interested, why didn't he officially break the soulmate bond? Why did he change the subject every time you tried to bring it up?

It was driving you insane. You were falling for him. And hard. But the echo of his words replayed in your head every time you considered broaching the subject.

You didn't know what to do.

So you did the only thing you could; you kept it professional. After all, the two of you were coworkers, nothing more, nothing less.

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Gojo was tired of just being your coworker.

He wanted more. Had wanted more from the moment he laid eyes on your breathtaking face.

Sure, it had broken a visceral part of him to reject you, but if it was to keep you safe, he would do it a million times over.

However, no matter how much he told himself he couldn't be with you, that he had to officially sever the soulmate bond, he couldn't bring himself to officially break the tie that made the two of you soulmates.

The more time he spent with you, the more time he got to spend with you, the harder he fell.

He had never felt like this towards anyone. The only person that had ever come close before this had been Suguru, but his relationship with him had been soured by the fact that they both knew Gojo's soulmate was out there.

But when you were in his life, his entire world lit up. Everything was brighter and more vibrant. He felt like you saw him for Satoru, the man he was, instead of the burdens fate and Jujutsu society had placed upon his shoulders.

So selfishly he had kept the soulmate bond intact.

And now, staring at your mangled form laying before him, the precious blood that belonged in your veins leaking out onto the floor as you struggled to breathe, he remembered.

He remembered why he wasn't allowed to love. Why he had pushed you away.

God, he was so stupid to think that Suguru wouldn't go after you. He was so stupid for believing that his friend wasn't irredeemable.

And his stupidity and selfishness could very well cost you your life.

"You never change, do you."

Only then did Gojo realize that he had been speaking aloud, voicing his inner turmoil as the two people he cared for most lay dying before him.

Suguru coughed, wincing as the motion aggravated his injuries.

"You say that she's injured because you selfishly clung to your soulmate bond, right?"

"What are you implying Suguru?"

Gojo asked, weariness and heartbreak in his voice as he applied pressure to your injuries. He couldn't take you to get help until he took care of Suguru, but he wanted to give his former best friend a chance to say his last words.

"What I'm saying is that she got hurt because you were selfish, yes, but not in the way you think you were. You aren't selfish because you refuse to break the bond. You were selfish because you kept your distance. You could've come to her rescue much earlier, but you didn't because doing so would admit that she meant something to you. And you were more comfortable keeping her at a distance, because you didn't want to have to fear losing her."

Suguru sighed, shifting to a more comfortable position.

"You know, I never hated the people at Jujutsu Tech. If she survives, tell her how you really feel. She deserves at least that. And after that, tell her I'm sorry, okay."

Gojo barked a laugh, tears burning the backs of his eyes as a looming sense of grief and apprehension filled him. He knew what he had to do next.

"Okay, I will."

He smiled.

"Wingmanning me till the end. My best friend."

His face softened as he reminisced on better times.

"My one and only."

Suguru returned the smile, and Gojo finished him, gently closing his eyes afterwards.

Standing and wiping the tears from his eyes, he turned and picked you up, before stepping into a new chapter of his life.

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When you woke up, you were greeted by the bright white of the hospital ceiling.

Groaning, you attempted to sit up, only to be stopped by the massive man-child sprawled across your lap.

With a snort, he shot up, disoriented as he rejoined the land of the waking.

Noticing you were awake, he froze, before reaching out and grabbing your hands.

"Can I say something?"

"Right now?"

You asked, a little confused as to what could be so important that he was waiting at your bedside for you to wake up.

"Yes."

His unusually somber tome threw you off.

"Of course. What's the matter?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Um, I'm confused. For what?"

"For rejecting you. This is by no means any excuse, but the last person I was close to abandoned me. I was afraid to let anyone get close to me, but instead of facing my fear, I excused it by telling myself that if I let myself care for you then curses would target you to get to me. So I told myself that it was to protect you instead of acknowledging that I'm selfish coward who was just trying to protect myself-"

"Hold up."

You cut off his rambling, needing a moment to process.

"Are you trying to tell me that you rejected me because you were afraid that in the end I was going to betray you, but you were too emotionally constipated to acknowledge that, so instead you convinced yourself that you were pushing me away for my own protection?"

Downcast he nodded.

"And you're apologizing for that."

"Yes. If I had just protected you by staying by your side, you never would have gotten hurt! The only reason you're in here is because I was too scared to admit that I love you!"

You froze.

"Say it again."

"What."

"What you just said."

Realization dawned on Gojo's face, and his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

"I love you."

He murmured shyly, looking at the comforter.

You leaned forwards and hugged him, burying your head in his chest.

"Again."

You whispered, lips brushing against the fabric of his uniform.

"I love you."

A content smile spread across your face.

"I'm still sorta pissed at you, but you have no idea how happy you just made me."

You said, nuzzling into his shirt.

"I love you too."

He froze in disbelief. There was no way you returned his feelings. He didn't deserve that.

"Do you really forgive me?"

"Mmmm, say it one more time for me."

"I love you."

"Okay I forgive you."

Finally at peace, you basked in the warmth from being in the arms of your soulmate.

Who knew that those three little words were all it took.

Three little words to heal your heart.

Cuddling with soulmate, you knew that you would be okay, as long as he continued to tell you those three little words.

You deep personal reflection was interrupted by Gojo's voice.

"Oh, by the way, Suguru says sorry."

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#lee's brain asks #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #soulmate au #angst to fluff #mutual pining #lee's 1 year anniversary event #crack ending #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x female reader

[thesassypadawan]

Sweater Stretchers *part 2* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: Hayden was never really a curves enthusiast until he met you. Especially now that you ‘happy weight’ has found its way to that booty and them boobies…just more for him to love. Hope you lovelies also enjoy Fat Bottom *part 1*!

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Some body worshiping (mostly titties), fun in the kitchen, and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

- You love wearing your cute, lacey bras…and, well, so does Hayden. But after the whole ‘leggings incident’, you begin to notice that they too were becoming a tad snug.

- It seems your ‘happy weight’ has found its way to the other set of your curves. Again, neither of you is complaining. You both are still loving on your fuller assets. Your poor bras though, much like your old leggings, not so much.

- Pushed nearly to their limit, you know you should probably retire them and get some new ones. Especially before they no longer fit, but where’s the fun in that.

- Secretly you want to be forced to have to ‘freeboob’ it out in public. Just to see Hay’s reaction, what he’ll do when he realizes it.

- So patiently you wait for the day to come. Until one rainy Monday morning…

- You make the discovery when you’re getting dressed to go pick up Hay from the airport. All week you have been struggling to get them on. And today, try as you might, you just can’t manage to get the clasp on your bra to fasten. ‘Oh, well,’ you grin at yourself in the mirror, admiring your new figure. ‘Guess someone is in for a real treat.’

- Having thrown on only a pair of your new leggings and one of his hoodies, which was very much feeling the strain of your ample bust. Like you were pushing its limit pretty good. You wonder how long it will take him to notice.

- But from the glances he keeps not so subtly giving you and your chest on the car ride home. And the way his hand slides higher up on your leg, fingers playing with the hoodie’s hem. It was safe to say that he did…right away.

- Despite his best efforts though, you never let Hayden touch them once. So, needless to say, the minute you two are through that front door… Yeah, he basically tares that hoodie off you.

- A groan escapes him as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. Large hand squeezing one of your breasts. “Thought these sweater stretchers looked bigger. Why didn’t you tell me?”

- You let out a small moan, growing wet from his touch and words. “Wanted to surprise you.”

- “This is one hell of a surprise, angel,” he chuckles. Nuzzling into the side of your neck, gently rolling your sensitive bud between his fingers.

- A pleasant shiver shoots down your spine, arms draping over his shoulders. “Figured you’d like it,” you giggle.

- “I do,” he smirks, giving your other tit a good squish. “And I’m going to fully enjoy myself. Right…now.”

- Without warning he hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “Hay!” You squeak excitedly, feeling his very hard cock press into your thigh.

- “What? I did say ‘right now’.” Flashing you one of those damn smiles, he smashes his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately. Nipping at you bottom lip, tongue slipping into your mouth. All the while moving back towards the kitchen island.

- You roll your hips against his, earning a hiss from him; before breaking apart. You quickly remove your leggings and panties. Hay stripping down to absolutely nothing just as fast.

- Your walls twitch in anticipation. You can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him springing forth. So painfully stiff, tip already oozing pre.

- Cupping your ass, giving each cheek an appreciative squeeze. He pulls you to the edge. Slotting himself between your legs, massive cock rubbing against your stomach. “Like what you see?”

- “Always,” you coo. Wiggling just enough to make your breasts jiggle a bit. “How about you?”

- “What do you think?” He mutters huskily, lips trailing over your neck and down to one of your breasts. Nipping at your tender flesh, his tip running through you wet folds.

- Your hands come to rest on the back of his head and neck. A needy mewl falling from your lips as you feel him line up with your entrance. “Haaayden.”

- “Fucking love these fat tits,” he growls. Sinking his teeth into your other plushy globe and snapping his hips forward.

- Crying out, your back arches. Chest pressing further in his face while he stretches you out so deliciously.

- Guiding your hips, he begins to pound into you. Greedily nibbling and biting, covering your chest with love bites. “So plump. So juicy. So perfect.”

- Speeding up, he grips your butt harder. Thrusts grow stronger, your body bouncing with every movement. All you can do is hold on, walls fluttering from his words. While he teases your nipple with his nose and tongue.

- A mix of a moan and a scream fly from your mouth as he hungerly stuffs most of a boob into his mouth. Suckling harshly, licking at what he couldn’t manage to fit.

- “Hay… Hay…” You whimper, orgasm rapidly approaching. Your body trembling against his, his hips slapping against yours. The pleasure building up inside of you becomes unbearable.

- Releasing your tit with a wet sounding pop; he grins up at you, eyes blown wide with lust. “So tasty, angel…can’t wait for them to fill with milk someday.”

- He bites down on your other pert nub hard, sending you spiraling. You throw your head back in a silent cry. Clamping down on him, gushing all over his cock.

- Burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a deep groan. Pumping you so deliciously with his hot cum.

- With his head still resting on your pillows, you run your fingers through his hair. You want to ask him about what was said in the heat of the moment, but decide not to…at least for now. “You’re really okay with all my new curves?”

- “Absolutely,” Hayden growls, grinding into you to prove his point. “More for me to love and…I look forward to when they’ll fill out even more.”

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 1600+

Warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, malnutrition; swear words

Part XIX | Part XXI

The beast watched you, growling lowly and dangerously. No sign of recognition in his eyes or tense posture. He seemed to be ready to tear the unwelcome intruders into shreds.

"No sudden moves. Just slowly, easily." Lucien whispered next to your ear, his big hand on your waist.

"Hello, Tamlin," he said to the beast in a soothing voice. "It's me, Lucien. I brought you a visitor. Do you remember Y/N?"

The beast didn't even blink, eyes on you. It seemed he didn't understand words anymore. Sizing you up as predator assessing his prey, he slowly moved forward and his huge bear-like body came to view.

You gasped, your heart breaking at the sight of him. He was just walking skeleton wrapped in thick fur. You could count all of his ribs even from afar.

Lucien very slowly took a step back, pulling you with him, but you refused to move. He swallowed so hard even Tamlin heard it and growled at him.

"Please, just follow me," he lowly hissed through clenched teeth. "It's too dangerous. He already saw you and doesn't seem to be overjoyed. We can try it again in the morning and hope he is in better mood."

"No," you said firmly. "I won't leave him."

"Fuck!" The beast moved swiftly, bridging the distance between you with two jumps. Lucien drew a dagger while moving forward to shield you with his body. "Tamlin, we don't want to hurt you, but-"

"Stop," you snapped for his wrist and tried to push his hand with the dagger down. "Put it away."

The sound that Tamlin made, shook the walls so much that pieces of plaster fell off. Claws whizzed through the air and dagger flew off to the corner of the room.

Lucien cried out in pain. Blood ran from a deep cut on the back of his hand, drawing deep crimson flowers on the floor. The claws caught on your dress, too, cutting open holes into a skirt, missing your flesh by an inch.

The beast opened its mouth ready to bite. You didn't think, you just acted. You moved as fast as you could and getting between deadly fangs and cursing Lucien, you spread your arms wide.

"Tamlin, no," you shouted, shutting your eyes closed you waited for a pain that never came.

Slightly trembling, you dared to crack one eye open. The beast froze in mid-motion with wide opened mouth, sharp fangs just inches from your chest. His gaze was wild, ruthless and full of rage. But there was also something like a recognition in his eyes. Growling he shut the mouth, hunched over and glaring at you he backed down. You held his gaze. A tiny bud of hope bloomed in your heart.

Slowly you turned your back to him. Huff of warm air fanned the back of your neck. You froze on the spot, but nothing happened.

Lucien was gaping at you with pained expression. He held his hurt hand, tucking it to his chest. A small puddle was forming on the floor below him, his front was soaked with blood.

You tore off a piece of your petticoat. "Can I see it?" Hesitantly, he let you take a look while his eyes jumped between you and the beast behind your back. "It's quite deep, but thanks Mother, it's already starting to close," you breathed sigh of relief.

You tended it as best as you could at the moment and pivoted back to the beast. He watched you carefully, snarling, still ready to attack.

Strangely, you weren't scared of him so much now. Even your heartbeat slowed down to almost normal. You nearly started to believe that he wouldn't hurt you.

Holding his gaze you slowly raised your hands with palms upward.

"It's okay, Tamlin," you spoke soothingly and smiled. He barked at you. You winced, but you managed to stay rooted at the spot. Your pulse quickened again. The courage you felt before, vanished.

"Y/N," Lucien warned lowly from behind you. "We should leave." His unhurt hand touched your waist, ready to pull you back if the beast decided to attack for real.

"Let me at least try it," you pleaded while still holding Tamlin's gaze. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you with all your heart, but after all, in his current state he was unpredictable. You let out a shaky breath.

The beast licked its lips snarling lowly.

"It's okay, Tamlin." Your voice was trembling. "I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help you. Like the last time. Do you remember it?"

He finally blinked, his gaze lowered to the floor for a second. He took a step back.

"Will you let me help you?"

He growled and jumped forward, stopping with his fangs an inch from your face. A tear slid down your face, the yellow eyes followed its trail. You didn't dare to move even though Lucien yanked on your waist, trying to push you aside, out of the beast's reach.

"Please, Tamlin. I'm begging you."

His stare faltered and after few moments that felt like forever, he reluctantly lowered his head. Moving very slowly you placed your hand on his head, caressing him gently between antlers. He closed his eyes and made a whimper like sound.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "No!" The beast stopped. "It's friend. He won't hurt you. Lucien came to help you, too."

"Cauldron boil me," Lucien whispered in awe behind you. But he shouldn't have done that. The beast moved forward, towering over you and snapping at him. Lucien jumped back in time to avoid his fangs.

The beast snarled one more time, heaving. He seemed to be at the end with his strength. His hind legs buckled and he sat down to cover the sudden weakness.

"Are you tired, Tamlin?" You whispered, still hugging him and caressing the dirty fur on his back. "Would you like to drink some water?"

The sound he made sounded like no. He didn't speak, probably couldn't. The animal was stronger, suppressing Tamlin's real form.

"Okay, so no water. How about tea?" He seemed considering it for a moment. He made another animal sounds. These sounded like agreement. "Good. So tea it is," you smiled at him.

"Do you think there are some herbs around here?" You half-turned to Lucien who was silently watching over you, hurt hand along his side, the other one ready to protect you.

"I guess there are some in the garden," he said warily.

"Could you show me where?"

The beast stood up, growling, one of his front paw curled around you, pulling you closer. Lucien was immediately next to you, reaching for you.

"It's okay. I'm fine," you assured him, chuckling. "I guess he doesn't want me to go. What should we do now?"

Lucien gritted his teeth, eyes watching over the place where Tamlin was touching you, his pointed claws too close to your flesh.

"Do you think you could bring some?" you offered the only possible solution as Tamlin was apparently too weak to make it to the garden and back.

"I could, but forget that I will leave you here alone."

You arched a brow. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." You gazed at each other, unblinking. At last Lucien lost and blinked. "Fuck," he grunted under his breath, frowning and ran hand through his long hair. "You won. I'll do it. What herbs do you need?"

Your lips curled into satisfied smile. "Do you think you could find some chamomile? And maybe even lemon balm?"

"Yeah, I think some grew in the kitchen's garden. I can go and check it out. But. If something happens. Anything. You will shout as loud as you can and run for your life. And use this." He forced another dagger into your hand. It was much smaller than the first one he lost.

"I-" you wanted to refuse it, but his narrowed eyes didn't allow any compromise. It would be either this or he wouldn't go. "Fine."

"Fine," he repeated and watching you, Lucien backed from the room.

"Can we move to the kitchen to boil the water?" you asked Tamlin. He grunted, but he moved toward the doors.

Lucien returned as soon as you put a kettle and a cauldron on the fire, hand full of herbs you asked for. The chance of finding some clean bandages in the mess around was minimal, so you sacrificed the rest of your petticoat and sterilised it in the boiling water.

When the tea was ready Lucien gladly accepted a cup and sipping the hot drink he watched Tamlin who at first sniffed around his bowl, but once he hesitantly drank, he couldn't stop and asked even for the seconds.

Meanwhile you tended to Lucien's wound, carefully washing it out with chamomile extract and again bandaged it with clean sterilised strip of fabric. Lucien didn't so much as hiss, thanking you afterwards.

It was quite late at night when you finished and the three of you were really tired. Tamlin's room was completely destroyed, but Lucien helped you find two not so dirty and damaged mattresses and move them to one of the rooms in better condition.

You laid down, exhausted, but happy being back in Spring. Tamlin, now clean thanks to Lucien's magic, stretched out next to you, snout in your hair.

Lucien insisted on putting the other mattress right next to yours, refusing to leave you with the beast alone. Before you drifted into sleep, you felt his big hand touching yours. The warmth from his skin seeped into your body and wrapped around you like a thick blanket, lulling you into the deepest sleep you had in last months.

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[hey-august]

Working on the big top for years, working with buggy for so long you trust each other more than anyone, being each other’s confidant and best friend but NEVER crossing the line to anything else because! That’s still your boss! And your friend!

You could neverrrrrr imagine anything happening between the two of you especially not late at night, cleaning up after a show after the crew has gone to bed, sitting down to take a break and putting ur head in his lap, looking up at the stars and catching buggy staring at you? Oh my god that’s crazy nooooo you absolutely would neverrrrrr reach up and pull him down to kiss you omg

Ugh. ugh. ugh. ugh. I LOVE this anon. I love this and things got out of hand. It deviates sliiiightly from what you wrote because I kept forgetting about the stars. I hope it's still enjoyable!!

WC: 908 Warnings: SFW, buggy x GN!reader, lil bit of longing, mention of drinking, barely proofread

It’s purely platonic. A friendly connection. Captain and crewmate. Drinking buddies. Shoulders to cry on. Secret keepers. Partners in crime. Friends, and nothing more.

Becoming close happened so naturally that no one questioned it. Life carried on, as it does, and eventually you and Buggy were joined at the hip. While you worked on the crew and he was the captain, the dynamic didn’t carry into the friendship. 

No one worried that you were an informant for their boss. You knew when to keep your mouth shut, when to pass along “rumors,” and you still joined in on the shit talk. It was all part of the bonding and you were thankful that your connection to the captain didn’t ruin it. If anything, it boosted morale. Your closeness with the captain made them feel closer to him as well. If you could survive slapping him on the back with laughter, so could they. 

The other tokens of friendly affection, however, they left to you. Grabbing Buggy by the arm and dragging him to see something. Teasing him whenever he got irrationally ticked off. Shoving him playfully after a prank. Pushing the hair from his face when his hands are busy. Offering calming words and a quiet walk when his emotions were too extreme.

Buggy reciprocated in kind. Only letting you polish off his personal flask. Fixing your clothes when you misaligned the buttons or left a tag out. Swapping plates and drinks mid-meal. Calling you out on your shit when you were being rude or pissy. Offering you his room as a quiet place to calm down when you needed a minute.

You two were buds. Peas in a pod. Birds of a feather. And nothing more. That’s just how it was. How it was supposed to stay. It was luck that the friendship worked out well and didn’t jeopardize the crew. You couldn’t risk throwing that off-balance.

No matter how much your heart ached when you shared drinks that touched both of your lips. No matter how much you liked when he squeezed you with one arm while laughing raucously at a shitty joke you told. No matter how long you wanted to stay in his room, hoping that he would come in to join you. No matter how many times you held his hand in the dark, while you both walked the deck among the stars.

You were friends.

You used to be friends until that one night. Another successful raid, another successful show, another successful party. The crew worked hard and they were exhausted. Knowing you could convince the captain to finish cleaning in the morning if you two were alone, you helped the rest of the crew sneak away slowly.

“Looks like it’s just us again, Bugs.” The captain hadn’t noticed the dwindling numbers and needed you to point it out.

“What? What?! Where did those freaks go?” Buggy spun around, as if he expected you to be lying. Maybe his crew was hiding among the seats, waiting to pop out.

“It’s been a long day, captain. We’ve done a lot…why don’t we sit down for a moment.” 

That was the first step. Get Buggy to relax. Once his guard was down, it would be easier to convince him to call it a night.

Instead of listening, the pirate continued to grumble. Slipped in between complaints about abandonment were short praises and compliments about how well his crew performed and what a great captain they had to bring them such glory. Rather than interrupting his monologue, you sat on the wood ground to listen and wait for him to follow your lead.

Buggy’s mouth ran on as he joined you on the floor cross-legged and patted his lap. You reclined and rested your head on his leg, settling in to be a good friend.

It was no secret that Buggy talked a lot. You were a good listener. You had to be, as his best friend. Sometimes he just wanted to talk. He didn’t need to be heard, but you always paid attention. The pirate’s voice was soothing. Whether it was shrill when he was shrieking, grating because he was shouting, low because he was angry, or bubbly with excitement, you wanted to drift away in the sound. Closing your eyes, you let yourself fall deeper.

As he carried through topic after topic, his voice grew softer. Calmer. You could easily imagine Buggy’s expressive yet content face. While it was imprinted in memory, the real vision was one that always took your breath away. Opening your eyes to get your fill, you were faced with the gentle expression aimed towards you. 

With air stuck in your chest, your mouth was empty. Lonely.

Reaching up, you put a hand on the back of Buggy’s head and pulled your friend closer. And closer. And closer. Until your lips touched. Until you could breathe again, filling yourself with him. His mouth was soft. Warm. Inviting. Your tongue accepted the invitation and joined his for a dance that started cautiously before turning into something fervent and confident. 

You held him close until your breath stopped again, stilled by emotions that grew too big and too fast to keep contained. Loosening your hold on his head, Buggy took the cue. He pulled away, also out of breath.

You two stared at each other in silence.

“It was about time,” he finally said before leaning in to kiss you again.

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[rebelwrites]

The Real Deal

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: after 8 months of keeping your relationship a secret you start to slip causing your best friend to find out and the aftermath isn’t pretty

Requested by anon: hello hello, request for charleeeees. charles falling in love with Max's best friend, and him not being happy about it but they can all end up being all besties <3

A/N as always feedback and comments are highly appreciated along with reblogs 🖤

Warning: long read

The flight was long, your body was aching and screaming to be stretched out. You had finally managed to convince your boss to let you have a couple of months off to follow the back end of the F1 season.

The moment you told your best friend, he instantly booked you flights, hotels, and transport. Everything you needed he sorted it, no questions asked. Finally it was time to get off the plane, something you were grateful for. You weren't the best flyer and was in desperate need of nicotine. However nothing could wipe the smile off your face as you stepped out of the plane, tugging your Redbull hoodie around your body.

There were two reasons you were so happy, one you get to spend the rest of the season with your best friend and the second reason was a certain Ferrari driver who had captured your heart.

Max had no idea there was a budding romance between his best friend and rival.

Over the summer you and Charles had been texting back and forth, FaceTiming when you could and on the odd occasion when he could you would meet up and spend the evening at your house or his hotel trying to keep your romance out of the papers.

Taking a deep breath you adjusted the straps from your backpack and started to make your way down the plane's steps.

Here was to an amazing break spending time with people you loved.

Pulling your phone out you quickly sent both Max and Charles a text telling them you had landed and was safe. Now all you had to do was get your luggage and find out where Max had organised the transport from.

You had a buzz in your step as you wandered through the airport, you hadn’t seen Charles in what felt like ages so the first available chance you got you wanted to be spending time with him. However you would have to be more sneaky with being around Max, the other drivers and the press.

The sign caught your eye from across the room, your name big and bold standing out signalling you.

Max really had thought of everything.

The hours had passed and you were sick of travelling, all you wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep for the next 24 hours but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The flight was overnight meaning that you would be in the country with time to be there for Quali.

Hiding the yawn with the hoodie you rested your head against the window hoping you were nearly at the track because you desperately needed a coffee but no matter how many times you pestered the driver he wouldn’t pull over.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, tearing your gaze from the window you turned it to your phone, a large smile appearing on your face as you saw a new message from Charles.

Message from: CL ❤️ Can’t wait to see you 😜 missed seeing your face.

Message to: CL ❤️ It won’t be long now, we’ve gotta be sneaky though no one else knows about us.

Message from: CL ❤️ Well that sucks I just want to wrap you in my arms and not let you go.

Tucking your phone back into your pocket as you pulled up at the track, the smile firmly planted on your face. Glancing out the window you saw your best friend standing near the gate with a cheesy grin on his face as he wiggled the all access Redbull pass in his hands.

Slipping out of the car you sprinted over to him, giving him a bear hug as you hadn’t seen him for a while due to your schedule.

“You been keeping out of trouble?” He chuckled, squeezing you time.

“Always.” You grinned, pulling away from him, snatching the pass from his hands, slipping it over your neck.

“I don’t believe that.” He hummed, draping his arm over your shoulders, guiding you through the crowd.

Just like every time you spent time with the team you were like a kid at Christmas, if you could you would do this full time but it wasn’t possible most of the time. You were well known around the teams so as you passed the garages you got a range of greetings, from salutes, to fist bumps, to hugs. Each time Max pulled you back into him trying to keep you close as it wouldn’t be the first time you got lost in the crowd.

“Promise me you will behave.” Max teased, you wiggled out of his grip as you neared the Ferrari pits.

Your heart rate started to climb as you caught a glimpse of Charles pulling his hoodie off providing you with a nice view of his torso. Once he locked eyes with yours you thought your heart was going to explode, the small smirk on his face made you weak at the knees. He dropped the hoodie on the bench before making a b-line towards you.

“YLN,” he grinned, holding his arms out wide for you, “it’s been forever.”

“Leclerc,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his torso, letting the smell of his aftershave mixed with rubber wash over you.

You felt yourself getting lost in the moment and as much as you wanted to stay in his arms you knew Max would be watching you like a hawk so reluctantly you pulled away.

But Charles held onto you a little bit longer, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “Meet me tonight,”

“Okay,” you breathed, pulling away from him.

You notice Max cock his eyebrow at you as you both start to walk away from the Ferrari garage.

“What was that about?” He hummed, nudging your shoulder.

“Don’t know what you are on about.”

“Don’t lie, Leclerc held you longer than anyone else.” Max questioned, his gaze burning into your soul. “I also noticed your smile get brighter when he approached.”

“You are seeing things, Verstappen.” You shrugged wanting to change the subject, you knew that it would go down well. Charles was his rival at the end of the day and Max was very protective of you.

“You like him don’t you.” He teased.

“Now I know you have hit your head.” You lied chewing the inside of your mouth, praying he dropped the conversation.

-

You felt like a teenager again sneaking around but it was exhilarating. Everything was ten times harder here in the paddock but somehow you managed to pull it off or at least you thought you had.

“Wish we had more time.” Charles breathed between kisses as he pinned you against the wall behind the Ferrari motorhome.

“You have me all of tonight, and up until the race tomorrow.” You grinned, playing with his hair.

“Not long enough.” He hummed, letting his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers running against his scalp. “Love having you here though, I always race better when you are hanging around.”

“Charles Leclerc are you saying I’m your good luck charm?” You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

“I guess I am.” He grinned, pressing his lips against yours for one final time. “Now you better get moving before Max sends out a search party.”

Pouting at his statement you reluctantly wiggled out of his grip, taking one final glance at him before slipping into the crowd making it look like you were just wandering around.

Once you finally got back to the Redbull pit garage Max was standing there with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Where have you been, trouble?” He asked, cocking his brow at you.

“Just wandering, I needed to stretch my legs. That flight was brutal.” You lied, hoping he didn’t ask too many more questions because Max had a way of poking holes in your lies.

“Whatever you say, you are a pain in my ass. You do know that right?” He said, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yeah you tell me all the time.” You laughed rolling your eyes. “Now stop telling me off like you are my dad and go do your qualifying race.”

-

Mornings were better when Charles’ woke up with you in his arms. The world felt right when you were with him.

The shallow breaths coming from his side made his heart swell, nothing had to be forced with the two of you, it was like you were a match made in heaven.

He wanted nothing more than to scream his feelings to the world, he wanted to go public with your relationship but he knew why you were holding back. Max being the main reason.

He knew that Verstappen was like your big brother and just as protective so when the news finally came out that you two were dating it would cause a massive problem.

Charles’ felt you starting to stir in his arms and it was in that moment he realised just what he felt for you. You were in for him, every time you were trackside he raced better, you made him want to be a better man, he wanted you by his side forever.

“Morning, mon chéri.” Charles beamed, littering your skin with soft kisses.

“Mmm morning.” You giggled, resting your hand against his face. “I could get used to this.”

“Soon, I promise.” He whispered, moving some hair out of your face. “One day I will be able to scream my love for you to the world.”

“You know I don’t like hiding this, right?” You whispered, leaning back into him.

“Mon amour, I know,” he whispered, grazing his fingers over your hip. “I understand why you want to, but some point soon we are going to get caught.”

“I like our little bubble.”

“Me too, but I want nothing more to be open about us so I can take you on a proper date.” He hummed against your hair.

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you and you laid tangled in each other’s arms. Neither of you wanted to move from the position, breaking the bubble you had created and entering reality.

You had never felt this way about anyone before, you could see a long future with the young driver from Monaco and as much as it excited you, it also scared the shit out of you. You never believed in true love or that you would ever find the one.

That was until you met Charles Leclerc.

Once again the morning flew by and it was time to head to the track. This time was different, Charles wanted to start dropping hints to the world even if it would backfire on him, this was confirmed when he saw you trying to sneak his hoodie.

Red never looked so good.

“Keep it.” He beamed, letting his tongue run over his bottom lip. “It looks good on you. In fact I want you to wear it today, I want to see you repping my colours for once.”

“What about Max?” You mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“What about him?” He questioned back, “I know why you want to keep this on the down low but what I feel for you is real.” He whispered, taking a few steps closer to you. He gently took your hand placing it over his heart. “Mon coeur bat pour toi. (My heart beats for you)”

“Est-ce que tu tournes en rond avec moi, Leclerc? (Are you turning sappy on me, Leclerc?)” You hummed, brushing your fingers over his skin.

“You do know you drive me crazy when you speak in my mother tongue to me.” He growled, dipping his head to your neck placing hot kisses against your skin.

“I might have learnt French just for you.” You breathed, trying to control yourself as you had little time.

“So will you wear my hoodie today?” He spoke against your skin.

“Yes.” You grinned.

-

As you walked through the paddocks after stopping for some coffee you noticed everyone was giving you weird looks. It wasn’t often you saw someone wearing two different team’s colours. But right now you didn’t care, you were repping both of your boys and that was all that mattered.

You had noticed that on social media fans were starting to question you and Leclerc so it was only a matter of time before your secret was out.

As you walked up to Max you noticed his intense glare, his nostrils flaring as he took in the red Ferrari hoodie with the number 16 staring him in the face. If looks could kill you would be 6ft under.

“Why are you wearing that?” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

“I got cold when I was hanging with Charles.” You shrugged trying to play it off.

“Hanging out before 9am?” He questioned.

Shit.

“I’m allowed to have friends you know.” You scoffed, placing your elf bar between your teeth taking a hit on it.

“Something is going on and I don’t like it.” He muttered, not happy in the slightest. “You know you have always been a shit liar. Now tell me the truth.”

Taking a deep breath you tucked your vape back into the pocket of the hoodie, letting the smell of Charles’ aftershave wash over you.

“Fine,” you said, pausing, quickly trying to figure out how to break the news to him. “Me and Leclerc are dating.”

“How long?” He questioned through gritted teeth.

“8 months.” You said standing your ground. You were sure you would see steam coming out of his ears soon.

Watching as his eyes glazed over, before he spun around on his heels, storming over to the Ferrari garage. Little did you know that there were pictures emerging from qualifying yesterday of you and Charles pressed up against the side of the Ferrari motorhome and Max had seen them. Everything was starting to fall into place for him and now seeing you in Leclerc’s hoodie it was the final piece of the puzzle.

Your heart was pounding against your chest right now, you knew he would react badly but not like this. You were practically sprinting to keep up with him. This was the last thing you needed hours before the race, when both of them were meant to be doing the pre-interviews and getting ready.

“Max, wait.” You shouted, catching everyone’s attention.

It was no use though, he had already stormed into the Ferrari garage and had grabbed Charles by the collar of his polo shirt.

Skidding to a halt, you saw the scene in front of you, both of them spewing profanities and slipping back into their mother tongue. They had always caused a crowd to form, everyone wanted to know what was going off between the two drivers.

“Please Max.” You begged grabbing onto his arm, trying to pull him off Charles.

“You fucking lied to me.” He growled, not even looking in your direction. “And you, who do you think you are? Did you just use her? Wanted another notch on your bedpost?”

“It isn’t like that.” Charles snapped, finally shoving Max off him. “It’s nothing like you think.”

That’s when punches were thrown. You couldn’t take this any more so you did the only thing you could think of. You somehow managed to wiggle your way in between the two of them pressing your hand against each of their chests.

“You can fucking calm down.” You growled at Max, slipping into speaking Dutch because of how pissed off you were with him. Him hearing you speak his language stunned him, yes it wasn’t perfect but he got the message loud and clear. “This is why we didn’t tell you, if you can’t accept that this, this we are a thing then I guess you aren’t my true friend.”

Letting out a shaky breath you turned to Charles, running your fingers over the red mark against his skin. “Je suis désolé (I’m sorry)” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him before he guided you to his small room in the pits, away from the cameras and everyone’s eyes.

The moment you got into the room you started pacing, holding your head in your hands, muttering profanities under your breath.

“Mon amour,” Charles whispered, standing in front of you, softly pulling your hands away from your head causing you to make eye contact with him. “Things are going to be okay.”

“How do you know that?” You sniffed.

“Because what I feel for you is the real deal okay, nothing compares and I’m not letting this be the end for us.” He breathed, “je t'aime.”

Freezing at the words that left his mouth, your heart was racing and within seconds your lips were against his in a passionate kiss.

Finally your brain caught up with the events of the last hour and the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling away keeping your gaze trained on the ground. “You should be getting in the headspace to race, not deal with this.”

“I’ve got my good luck charm by my side and wearing my colours.” He winked, “everything is going to be okay. We will get the race out of the way and then we will deal with Verstappen.”

“Just be careful out there.” You whispered.

“Always am.”

-

You normally love post race interviews but today was different. There was a thick tension between Max and Charles and everyone was picking up on it, along with the marks on Charles’ face and Max’s knuckles. The questions were about the race but about what happened before the race.

Standing in the sidelines you let out a sigh before hitting your vape, something needed to change between the two drivers and it needed to happen fast. This tension wasn’t good for either of them and the last thing you wanted was their racing to be affected. Even the podium win for Leclerc was damped by everything that was going on between the three of you.

Pinching the bridge of your nose as you noticed the interview getting heated between the two drivers, you needed to intervene and fast. Pushing yourself off the wall you scurried over to the boys, forcing your body between the two of them.

You were well known around the track being Max’s best friend so the moment you appeared the microphone was shoved in your face.

“Y/N, can you tell us what has caused the two drivers to lock horns? Is it to do with the Ferrari hoodie you have turned up in today?”

Fuck

“No comment.” You muttered, glaring at both guys. “Interview is over.” You huffed, pushing both drivers away from the sea of reporters.

“Well I think that answers all of our questions, especially with the pictures of Leclerc and Y/N/L emerging. Is there something brewing between the pair?”

Once you were out of the way of the cameras you ran your fingers through your hair. This was all on Max, he was the reason things were so sour right now.

“This is why we didn’t tell you.” You snapped, your voice cracking as you spoke. “I knew how you would react, but nothing you can say or do will stop what I feel for Charles, not now not ever.”

“Y/N.” Max breathed but you stopped him holding your hand out to him.

“I’m not done yet.” You huffed, “you know I hate this side of you and until you can get it into your thick skull that we are together then I just can’t be around you. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell around the three of you before Max finally spoke.

“Why her?” He asked Charles.

“She’s everything I want and more. She came barging into my life and changed everything for the better. And because I fucking love her and if you can’t accept that, then that is on you.” Charles said proudly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss against your head before guiding you out of the small room, leaving Max standing there in silence.

-

It had been a week since Max found out about you and Charles, in that week you had completely ignored your best friend even though it felt wrong but it was what needed to be done if he couldn’t see how happy you were. The week was spent with Charles and during the time you had both done a post on social media announcing your relationship to the world.

So here you were rocking Charles’ number and colour as you buzzed around the Ferrari’s pit. It was interesting to see how the team worked together and how different it was from the Redbull garage.

Charles leant against the wing of his F1-75 watching as you took everything in, helping where you could and stating your opinion when strategists were talked. A proud smile crept onto his face, his heart swelled at the sight. It was something he could get used to.

“No, no, no,” you said, shaking your head. “That isn’t going to work if you want to try and do a one out race you need to be holding off putting too early. Everyone knows this.” Scooting in between the guys on the stand you started pointing at the screens. “We need to improve this, we are in Monza for christ's sake this string of bad races needs to end.”

It was in that moment he realised just how much he wanted you on the team full time, he wanted you as his radio contact and he was going to make it his mission to make his dream become a possibility. He also knew that the usual guy would be leaving the team soon so the position would be opening.

Taking one final glance at you he disappeared off to go speak to the team principal. After a quick chat he had managed to persuade him to give you a chance on the radio today and if it worked out well then you would get a permanent spot in the Ferrari team.

Excitement bubbled away in Charles and he made his way to you.

“How would you like to take control of the radio today?” He beamed, resting his head on your shoulder, watching as your eyes flicked around the screen looking at all the stats.

“Huh?” You laughed, tearing your gaze from the screen.

“You are in charge of communication.” He grinned, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “You have a way with words and I think, in fact I know we will be a match made in heaven. You aren’t afraid to say when a strategy is shit. And if we prove we can make this work then Binotto is willing to take you on full time.”

Gasping at his statement, you spun around on the stool resting your hands on his shoulders. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke.”

“It isn’t.” He smirked, “I want you by my side for all the races and seeing you with the crew just makes me realise exactly how much I want it. So what do you say, wanna become a part of the team?”

“Hell yeah.” You squealed, trying to hold back the tears of happiness as you flung your arms around his neck just as the camera crew panned in on the pair of you.

Nothing could stop the buzz you were feeling right now this was what you dreamt about, becoming part of a F1 team.

The morning went by in a blur as you quickly got up to speed on the strategies that the team was planning. Charles couldn’t help but watch as you chewed the end of your pen when you were thinking before frantically scribbling on the paper for both drivers.

Soon enough it was show time, Charles quickly scooped you into his arms littering your face with kisses before he had to head out to the grid. “Let’s show them what we are made of.” He beamed giving you one final kiss.

Nothing could calm your heart as you took control of Charles’ radio.

“Radio check, over.”

“Loud and clear, chérie.”

“Kick some ass Leclerc.”

To say this was a challenge was an understatement, starting from the middle of the grid wasn’t the best but you made do with what you had.

Your heart was pounding so fast you were surprised you didn’t pass out, things were close between Max and Charles. There was still a lot of tension between the boys which made your stomach churn as you watched how close they were to making contact.

“Baby, talk to me.”

“Shit sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, knowing everyone was watching you. “Max is going to try and push you off the track. Just stay focused, follow your racing line. Back off the throttle a little, let him take the corner and push it to the max on the straight.”

“You giving away all Verstappen’s secrets now..” Charles chuckled, following your instructions

“Shut up and drive.” You laughed, shaking your head at your boyfriend.

It’s a head to head between Leclerc and Verstappen.

Leclerc keeps getting the fastest laps.

It seems that there has been a change in the team at Ferrari. Y/N Y/L/N has taken over the radio. Is this a clever move by Ferrari?

Letting your eyes fall over the figures on the screen.

“What are you feeling on the tyres? You think we can get a couple more laps out of them?”

“Tyres feel good.” Charles’ voice boomed through the radio. “Can only pull a couple more though.”

“Copy, will box you soon.”

Taking a deep breath you watched the coloured dots move round the track. It was still too close to call. Feeling a hand on your shoulder you looked to see who was greeting you. Binotto stood there smiling at you.

“Doing great kiddo.”

“Thanks.” You breathed, quickly tuning him out as Charles spoke.

“Any chance on that box? Don’t think I can hold out much longer.” He had the playful tone back in his voice as he spoke.

“Box, box, box.” You chuckled, spinning around to signal the pit crew to be ready.

-

Watching as Charles stepped onto the podium you swore your heart was going to burst. The grin on his face was something that had been missing for a while. Max was up there in second place watching as Charles celebrated. It wasn’t until Charles whispered something to one of the guys that you knew what was happening. Before you knew it you were being pulled out of the crowd and up onto the podium. The moment you were in arms reach Charles scooped you up wrapping his arms around your waist as he spun you around, his lips smashing against yours as Max and Carlos showered you in champagne.

“We did it.” Charles whispered against your lips. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nothing could beat this high.

Max sighed heavily as he realised what a dick he had been, he hadn’t seen his best friend this happy in a while. He should have been supportive of you but instead he acted like a child. In the last week he started to understand why you kept your relationship hidden, for the last eight months. Placing the bottle of champagne down he ran his hand over his face before planting it on Charles’ shoulder.

“I’m sorry man,” he nodded, watching as Charles Bentley placed you back down on your feet. “I can see how happy you make Y/N and I acted like an overprotective brother but only because she is like my family. I can see how much you love her and I’m not gonna be the one to stand in between that.”

Charles stood there in slight shock, but it passed quickly as they did the bro-hug thing causing the smile on your face to grow even wider.

“We have an announcement to make.” Binotto said into a microphone. “We didn’t think we would find someone who could take over the role of race engineer but today we gave someone a chance and the results speak for themselves. So Scuderia Ferrari are happy to announce Y/N Y/L/N will be taking over that role.”

Your jaw dropped, you pulled your hand over your mouth as you took in the news. As your brain was catching up you were engulfed by your best friend and boyfriend. Max knew how much this meant to you, yes he would have liked it to have been with Redbull but he was happy for you either way.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, today was the best day ever. Charles winning the Italian GP, Max coming to terms with your relationship and landing a permanent position with Ferrari.

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face.

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

[gimmeurtummy]

Over A Bowl OF Food

Pairing: Lee Minho x Fem reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Nopesies

Warnings: Nothing? Jus' fluff, not proofred, Chan and Innie being realistic

A/n: @michelle4eve all credits to this cutie 🥺 brought out the writer in me again

2023:

As the winds tousled her hair, she hurried down the bustling streets of Seoul, her gaze darting anxiously between her watch and the door ahead.

Bam—

She collided with a solid chest, nearly stumbling backward until strong hands steadied her. "I'm terribly sorry," she blurted out, then swiftly resumed her rush. Dodging left, her favourite restaurant plus cafe loomed into view, and she paused before it, catching her breath and stealing a glance at her watch. She had made it just in time.

Entering the opulent establishment, she took her seat, greeted by the familiar waiter, Mr. Yang, who approached carrying her tray.

"You've made it," he remarked with a smile she knew all too well, to which she simply nodded. "Give a ring if you need anything else."

"You know I won't," Y/n replied with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Six months prior, she had stumbled upon this restaurant plus cafe with friends and discovered her favourite dish, though it stretched her budget. Through a budding friendship with the chef, she managed to enjoy half-priced meals, a small luxury she could afford. Her gaze lingered on the meal before her, just as she had always desired: simple and unadorned, unlike the other half adorned with pricey ingredients. As she ate and scrolled through her phone, her attention was drawn to a rabbit keychain clinging to her sweater. She carefully untangled it, admiring its cuteness.

"It must belong to the man," she mused, her thoughts drifting back to their collision earlier. She sighed softly, hoping he wasn't too inconvenienced.

He watched as the girl's figure gradually faded into the distance, a sigh escaping him before he resumed his journey to the dance school. Being a dance choreographer wasn't as effortless as it appeared, especially when the steps were as demanding as they were. Pausing momentarily, he realized his rabbit keychain was missing, cursing softly before pressing on; time didn't allow for detours.

He turned around resuming his steps down the crowded streets, his heart doing a weird reaction, making him want to see her one more time.

May, 2024:

She stretched arms, stretching her body in a cat-like manner. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, her eyes catching the shine of the key chain, she leaned forward gently taking it in her hand. She had taken care of it as best as she could, a part of her giving up hope on finding the man.

“Y/n,” she looked up to see her friend, Yunjin, rushing inside with a giddy smile. “Do you remember the restaurant plus cafe plus cafe where we went to have lunch?” Yujin pushed back a giggle, as she slammed her hands on Y/n's desk. She gave her friend a weird look before nodding. “So apparently, I have heard, they have half meals, which two people anonymously share.”

Y/n stared at her blank, her mind not responding to what she said. Yujin's smile dropped to a scowl, “It kinda looks like fated people you know? Like what if, the other person who is eating the other half, maybe is your soulmate!” Once Yujin realized Y/n was not going to give any reaction, she gave her one last scowl before leaving.

The door dinged as Minho walked in, his eyes focused on his phone, his arm brushed against someone making him look up, but he could only catch a glimpse of a girl rushing out. Minho stared at her for a good few seconds before shrugging off the uneasy feeling and taking a seat.

“Come on,” Minho whined a little, it was break time, the restaurant plus cafe was nearly empty. Mr Yang, or rather, Jeongin sat opposite to Minho, enjoying his break. “It's a girl? Or a boy?” He pressed further.

Jeongin took a deep breath, setting down his phone, “Hyung, that is personal information, and second, why?”

“I just,” Minho paused, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. Why did he even want to know? Was it because he hoped it was ‘her’ or something else? “I just want to know who this nice person is.”

Jeongin gave Minho a long and hard stare before sighing, “It's a girl.” Minho grinned slightly, digging through his bag. He picked up a sticky note and scrambled down messily, before handing it to Jeongin, “Please hand this to her.”

“This is for you,” Jeongin handed Y/n the small blue sticky note, along with her meal. She gave him a confused look, before he continued, “The person, who has the other half of your meal, gave you this.”

"This is for you," Jeongin handed Y/n the small blue sticky note along with her meal. She gave him a confused look before he continued, "The person who has the other half of your meal gave you this."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she unfolded the note, her eyes scanning the hastily scrawled words:

"Hello, I hope this reaches you well. I couldn't help but notice your kindness and thoughtfulness. Thank you for being my anonymous food partner, Sincerely, Minho."

A warmth spread through Y/n's chest as she read the note again, her mind racing with possibilities. Could this be the man from that fateful collision? The one whose keychain she now held in her hand? The thought sent a thrill through her, igniting a spark of hope.

As she savoured the message, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a tale woven by fate—a dance of serendipitous encounters yet to unfold.

She took out a pen, and hastily scrambled down her small note, before handing it over to Jeongin. Jeongin scanned her handwriting and shot her a nasty look, before carrying it away. Y/n sighed, staring out of the window, leaning her head on her elbow. Even all this time later, she couldn't forget her encounter by chance, her Rabbit Man. She gently grabbed the face of the rabbit, who stared back at her, “Where are you?” Her lonely eyes scanned the face of the rabbit.

Minho scanned the note, trying his best to hold back the giddy smile that kept creeping out. He smiled like an idiot at the small note given by this mystery woman, Y/n. He sighed as he shoved another spoon of the food in his mouth, chewing it slowly. He sighed, taking out another piece of sticky note, and twirled the pen, thinking of another message; before writing it down, his stupid smile was on display. 

He handed the note to Jeongin, who shot him a nastier look, “I don't get paid for this,” He whined. Minho's smile fell, replaced with a scowl, “You want to eat tissues?” Jeongin, clearly knowing his Hyung wasn't joking, quickly took everything away. 

The manager of the store leaned against the front desk, watching the interaction between his two close friends, family even. His heart swelled with happiness seeing how Minho's eyes lit up getting her note, it was the same way hers did. He couldn't help but deep down hoped the Red string brings them together. 

“I haven't seen you this happy in a while,” Chan smiled as we returned back the extra money, Minho grinned from ear to ear showing off his perfect teeth, a light coat of pink covering his cheek. “Oohh~ I smell love on you.”

“Hyung,” Minho whined, fixing the strap of his bag, he knew his only Hyung wasn't going to let him live his down. 

November, 2024:

The man closely observed the girl, from the door of the kitchen. He has been doing this since she first ever came here, with her politeness and charming smile, she caught his eyes. He had been meaning to tell her all this time until he came along. Her new admirer. Minho. He had known the boy longer than her, he had read the notes they shared secretly when Jeongin wasn't around, and his heart flared with jealousy seeing that boy get the girl of his dreams.

He straightened up, knowing the girl was about to leave as she took back her receipt exchanging words with the manager. He knew it was now or never. He watched as the girl slowly walked closer to the door, her figure becoming smaller, he quickly took big steps across the restaurant, yet Chan suspected nothing. No one did.

“Y/n,” he called out, Y/n froze looking back she silently scanned him for a moment before asking, “Yes?”

He took a deep breath, he knew this was wrong, but he couldn't let her go. He had overheard the conversation between Minho and Jeongin earlier a few days ago, he was planning on meeting her. Face to face. “It's me, Minho,” he took the risk. 

Something flickered in her eyes. No. This was how she imagined him. The words and the face, it didn't match up. She looked away for a moment, internally cursing herself for being delusional. For even hoping her rabbit was the owner of the notes, she forced a smile, “Hey, it's uhm—great to finally meet you.” 

He was too blind to read the signs clearly visible on her face, and went on, “Yeah, I have been watching you for a long time, I just never had the guts to come up,” Y/n nodded, standing there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. He took a deep breath, he was down to do anything to get her, “Hey, how about we get to know each other, face to face you know?” He scanned her face for hesitation, seeing none, he grinned, “My shift ends in 10.”

Y/n sat opposite to her so-called Minho, in the corner of the same restaurant plus cafe by the window. Every once in a while, she looked outside, nearly bored out of her mind. It has been nearly an hour since she has been here, and she wished she hadn't. All this man did was talk about what he liked, and what he was good at and gossip about this place.

“Hyung,” Jeongin leaned closer to Chan. “Why is he with her? When did they become friends?” Chan frowned following his gaze, he looked at the pair in disbelief shaking his head. “I don't know, Innie.”

“So Y/n,” her eyes flickered to his face, “Woah you look..bored, everything alright?”

Y/n quickly straightened up, putting on a small smile to go with the situation, “Yeah, just college, drained me out.”

“College?” He looked surprised, Y/n's face turned a little suspicious, because she clearly remembered telling Minho about her college, as soon as he noticed her expression he smiled nervously, “Oh collage, right right.”

Y/n leanest back letting it drop, “How is choreography going?” He stared at her blankly for a moment, not really knowing what to say, he didn't know anything about this Minho guy, “Well, it's going good.”

The door opened, getting their attention, as well as Chan and Jeongin's. Minho walked in and flopped down on one of the front seats by the counter, “I want coffee,” he whined out loudly in English leaning back in the chair. Jeongin and Chan shared a look before he went to make his coffee. Chan decided not to comment anything about Minho, as Jeongin handed him his coffee.

Y/n frowned, as so called Minho tried to get her attention, the side of the man's face, it had to be him, she hurriedly took off the rabbit keychain from her bag, and threw it over her shoulder, “Excuse me,” she quickly said and stood up, racing up near the counter. “Excuse me,” she called out, getting their attention. Minho's eyes widened seeing her, “You?!” He was astonished , staring at her. She nodded and before hosling out the key chain, “I am sorry,” she apologized by pushing it in his hand. She stood there for a few more moments, because Minho didn't even utter a word, she took a few steps back slightly embarrassed before walking back to her table. 

“Y/n,” Jeongin called out, making her stop and turn back. Minho's eyes snapped towards her, Y/n? Is it her? “What?” Y/n asked frowning, because the trio went silent. 

“Y/n,” she felt a hand on her shoulder, she knew it belonged to the so-called Minho. Jeongin kicked Minho's foot, urging her, Minho kicked back harder. So called Minho, already knowing he was on the edge of getting caught, paid the bill, and nearly forced Y/n to leave with him.

“Hyung, go after her,” Jeongin stared at Minho in disbelief when he shook his head. “No Ayen, she..I don't even know her.” But deep down he felt something. 

“She is Y/n,” Chan finally spoke up. “You have been exchanging notes with her all this time.” Minho froze for a moment, before shaking his head, “She is with someone.” 

“Who was that Y/n?” So called Minho forced the words out, once they had walked at least a few good minutes away from the place. “Someone I bumped into,” Y/n mumbled, stuffing her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. They shared an uncomfortable silence, the nervous air just grew thicker. 

Minho sighed standing up, hastily grabbing his things, “I gotta go,” he blurted out, racing out of the place spotting Y/n and the man, so it seemed like a heated argument.

Y/n rubbed her arm uncomfortably, as the man in front of her kept raising his voice, “Minho all I am saying is it was nice to meet you, but I don't feel like that, okay?”

“What do you mean? Come on Y/n, your notes said otherwise,” so called Minho said exasperated. 

“But,” they simultaneously looked to their left, at him, “I wrote the notes.” Y/n once looked at the so -called Minho and back at the owner of the voice, “Minho?” She dared to ask. Minho stepped closer, protectively, eyeing the imposter. 

So called Minho looked between Y/n and Minho, before bowing quickly, “I-I have to go.” He raced away as soon as he finished saying it. 

Y/n stood dumbfounded before realizing what had happened and rubbed her face, “Oh god, I'm so stupid.”

“It's okay, really,” Minho smiles. “I'm Lee Minho,” he offered his hand.

“L/n Y/n,” she smiled, taking his hand, “it's great to finally meet you.”

Chan and Jeongin stared out of the window, “We don't get paid for this.”

#lee know #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff #lee know fanfic #lee know fluff

[imagine-you]

These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.  

You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.  

"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.  

Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.  

"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.  

The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.  

"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again." 

You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.  

"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.  

"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again." 

That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.  

"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?" 

"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."  

Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.  

"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?" 

Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight." 

You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?" 

"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?" 

You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.  

"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow." 

"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep." 

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow." 

"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.  

You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.  

You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.  

Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.  

The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.  

When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.  

The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.  

The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.  

Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.  

The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.  

But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.  

You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.  

"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?" 

"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere." 

"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired." 

"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.  

You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.  

"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!" 

"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that." 

"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?" 

"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?" 

"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."  

"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him. 

 “Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?" 

"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?" 

"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine." 

"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright." 

Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine." 

"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you." 

"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.  

You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.  

When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.  

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.  

Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.  

You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.  

When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.  

It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.  

You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.  

"What's with the long face, McCall?" 

"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito." 

You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?" 

"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.  

"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with." 

Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.  

Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.  

'We've got to talk. It's important.'

Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.  

You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school. 

"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?" 

"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military." 

"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."

All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.  

"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.  

"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.  

You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."  

"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.  

You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.  

You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.  

Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.  

"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.  

When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.  

"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha." 

You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.  

"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.  

"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do." 

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.  

'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'

"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.  

Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.  

Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.  

"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall. 

"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?" 

"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark." 

"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that." 

"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.  

"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy." 

"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?" 

"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf." 

Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.  

"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?" 

"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now." 

Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.  

"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.  

What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills? 

#teen wolf #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #teen wolf imagine #isaac lahey imagine #twkosamh fic #reader insert #reader is a hale #reader is a stilinski #isaac lahey x you #my fic

[joeshiestyslover]

i love u

pairing: lsu!fratboy!joe burrow x volleyballplayer!reader

summary: sometimes all you need to forgive your ex is two nosy best friends

warnings: language, angst, sad joe, some fluff at the end

a/n: y’all part 2 of i hate u is finally here!!! i’m so sorry i haven’t been active! hope y’all enjoy 🫶🫶

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masterlist part one

the past few weeks have been complete and total hell for you. you can’t even look at joe without feeling the urge to break down and cry. you try to avoid him and his teammates at all costs, including ja’marr. you’ve been sitting on the opposite side of the room, not wanting to tell him about what happened with his best friend, but be probably already knows.

ever since that night with your ex-boyfriend, you’ve been completely self isolating. when every you’re not in class or at volleyball practice, you’re in your dorm room. eve has felt so guilty because she was basically the reason you and joe got into the argument in the first place, but you constantly assure her it wasn’t her fault. you love eve, but if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s getting into your business. she’s been begging you to talk joe ever since you told him to get the fuck out of your room, and you tell her no every time. little do you know, her and ja’marr have been plotting for the past week to get you and joe to get back together, at the very least stand each other. 

you are walking out of your econ class when you think you hear someone calling your name. you ignore it, thinking it’s your imagination until you feel a tap on your shoulder. you turn around, and behind you stands ja’marr; your eyes widen. “hey y/n. can we talk?” he asks you. “umm yeah sure.” you reply to him , not having the energy to argue. ja’marr leads you down the hallway so you’re both outside a storage closet. “so, why did you want to talk to me?” you question, stuffing your hands into your jacket pockets. “i’m sorry.” he tells you. “for what?” you ask him, confused. “for this.” ja’marr then shoves you into the closet you were just standing in front of. before you’re able to push against the door, it’s slammed shut and locked from the outside. “ja’marr let me out you dumbass! what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you begin to pound your fist on the door, but you get no response. he probably walked away, but why would he lock you in here in the first place, you think. 

you stand there for a bit before your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. you think it’s ja’marr or someone else saving you from being trapped, but you notice another person being pushed into the closet to join you. as the door closes, you hear a, “what the hell?! let me out!” oh no. your heart drops as you hear the voice of the guy you’ve been avoiding for the past two weeks. “shit.” you whisper to yourself. 

“y/n?” joe asks you, somehow hearing your voice. “joe” you reply to him coldly. “did you get locked in here too?” he inquires. “no, i just decided to chill out in here for a few hours!” you exclaim sarcastically. joe lets out a sigh, hopefully he’s finally given up at starting a conversation with you as if you’re best buds. 

“y/n” joe speaks up again. you ignore him, not wanting a replay of a few weeks ago. “y/n please say something, anything.” he pleads. “i have nothing to say to you. i’ve already said everything i needed to.” you cross your arms over your chest, not even looking him in the eye. “okay fine then i’ll talk.” you continue to avoid his eye line. “i will never stop telling you how sorry i am for what i did. i was a stupid and an asshole. i lost sight of myself and i became someone that i didn’t like. you never deserved that. i hate myself for how i ended it with you. i’m so, so sorry.” you don’t know what to say because you really wanna forgive him, but you don’t know if you can. he hurt you more than anyone else has in your life. how do you even begin to forgive someone for that?

“joe, i understand that you feel sorry now, but you didn’t feel sorry when it first happened. you seemed to be having the time of your life, partying and hooking up with random girls while i was at home crying my eyes out every night wondering why you didn’t want me anymore. tell me, was it easy for you to forget me?” “trust me, there was never a moment where you weren’t on my mind. i thought i did what was right at first, but as time went on, i realized that i had made the biggest mistake of my life. i tried to text you, call you, and even dm you on instagram, but you blocked me, which i completely understand by the way.” joe tells you, starting to become desperate. 

“you still hurt me joe. you made me feel as if i did something wrong, like i wasn’t enough for you. i thought that you left me for someone better.” you tell him while looking at your shoes. “it’s not your fault. it has never been your fault. stop beating yourself up over something i did. i promise you i found no one else that was better than you because there is no one better. i will never find anyone i love more than you. you are truly the most amazing and the most beautiful girl i have ever met. you’re it for me y/n.” “really?” you ask him, becoming more open to the idea of forgiving him. “i promise. i love you y/n, i never stopped.” you’re finally able to look him in the eyes. “oh joe, i never stopped loving you either, but i won’t forgive except under one condition.” “anything.” you replies, hope beginning to gleam in his eyes. “you never, ever pull shit like this again. if you do, don’t expect another chance.” you state. “done. i promise i won’t break your heart again.” he begins to step closer to you. “will you kiss me now?” you ask, looking up at the blue eyes you fell in love with when you were six. joe smiles and leans his head down while cupping the sides of your face. you close your eyes and wait until joe’s lips meet yours.

you two stay like this for a while before you hear the door open. you and joe both look towards the open door and see ja’marr and eve with shit eating grins on their faces. “i told you it would work!” eve turns towards ja’marr. “you guys planned this?!” you yell at the both of them. “well yeah. we had to get you both to make up somehow, you guys were fucking miserable! and we need our quarterback to actually make plays, you know.” ja’marr tells the two of you. “i’m sorry we had to do it like this but we were desperate.” “i hate how you did it, but thank you.” joe says, looking at you lovingly. you look back at him and give him a quick peck on the lips. “awww!” you hear ja’marr and eve exclaim. “shut up.” you and joe tell your friends before letting out a loud laugh. you start to feel like your old self again. it’s as if nothing changed, and you couldn’t be happier.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow angst #joe burrow fluff #lsu!joe burrow #lsu #lsu tigers #lsu football

[daisynik7]

Heart on a Sleeve

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~6.3k

cw: explicit language, switching POVs (2nd and 3rd person), established relationship, kissing, suggestive touching, sexual tension

Summary: You and Mitsuya make your budding relationship public and things only continue to grow from there. The Tokyo Manji gang successfully absorbs the Leviathans all thanks to the efforts of new captains Tetta Kisaki and Shuji Hanma. Despite Mikey’s praise for them during this month’s meeting, Mitsuya remains wary of the two. His suspicions only increase when he runs into them while on a date with you. 

Author's Note: This took me so long to write, but I did it and I am proud of it. I thoroughly enjoy writing about the honeymoon phases in a relationship, so this was a fun one for me. Thanks for the love and support on this so far and I hope you like where the story is going so far. Thank you for reading.

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Sunday night, still reeling from the glorious high of breakfast with your new boyfriend Takashi Mitsuya, you call your best friends to break the news.

“You’re what?!” Keiko exclaims, her shriek loud through the phone. 

You lower the volume, not wanting to be overheard by your parents downstairs. “I’m dating Takashi Mitsuya,” you repeat. “From homeroom.”

Mei is quiet on the other end while you can practically hear the cogs spinning in overdrive in Keiko’s head. “Takashi Mitsuya, from homeroom?”

Losing patience, and also amused by her reaction, you confirm, “Yes.”

“Mitsuya, who’s in the Tokyo Manji Gang. That Mitsuya?”

“Yes, Keiko, that Mitsuya!”

“He’s in a gang. What is our sweet Hana doing dating a gangster?!”

Defensive now, you reply, “He’s been nothing but kind to me. You know as well as I do that he’s never caused problems for us at school. He’s only ever acted when he knew there was someone he needed to stick up for. I don’t care that he’s in a gang. He’s a good person and I like him.”

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Mei finally speaks. “You’re right, Hana. We know he’s a nice guy. We just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all we’re trying to say. Right, Keiko?”

She clears her throat before muttering, “Yeah.”

“Takashi would never hurt me. I feel safe with him.”

At that, they relent, setting their worries aside to discuss the details on how your budding relationship came to be. They had known since the beginning that you were taking sewing lessons from him, though they didn’t have a clue how you truly felt. It started as a tiny crush, a fantasy that you kept secret because you never considered it’d ever become real. Then, when Takashi admitted his feelings towards you, everything happened so fast. It’s only now that you are able to reveal everything to your friends, who are ultimately excited for you. 

The only obstacle left is your parents. You’re sure that they’ll be in for a shock once you tell them since this is your first boyfriend ever. Naturally, they’ll be protective, as any parent would be. You’re confident that once they get to know Takashi, they’ll see him just as you do. 

Monday morning, you do your usual routine of walking to school with your friends. Takashi offers to pick you up, but until you are ready to inform your parents about him, you figure it’d be best to avoid any cause for suspicion, especially since they are already wary of him to begin with. Instead, you part ways with Mei and Keiko to meet him in the parking lot before school, greeting him with a hug. He smiles, placing his hands at your waist to pull you in closer. “Hi.”

You nuzzle your nose to his, beaming. “Hi.”

He kisses you again, his tongue slipping past your lips this time, surprising you. Heat rushes into your cheeks, flustered and excited. You break apart, burying your face into his shoulder, catching your breath while he massages your back tenderly. “Are you okay?”

You nod, still hiding. “Just…getting used to all this.”

He tips your chin up to meet your gaze, smiling softly. “Me too. If I’m moving too fast, just tell me, okay? We’ll go at the pace you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a quick smooch before locking his fingers with yours. “Ready?”

As new and foreign as all this is for you, having Takashi makes it’s much easier to navigate. He leads you through the hallways of your school, unwavering, the grip on your hand confident, despite the prying eyes and hushed whispers from your passing peers. It’s odd being the center of attention for once, but like most high school relationships, the intrigue from others will eventually fade, and all that will matter is how the two of you feel about each other. And in this moment, you’re happy to be by his side.  

Peh-Yan, one of your classmates and Takashi’s close friend from Toman, approaches you with a respectful bow. “Hello, Shimizu.”

You smile, greeting him back by his surname. “Hello, Hayashi.”

Takashi smirks, giving him a light punch on the arm. “No need to be so formal, Peh-Yan.”

He stands up straight. “Right, sorry. Anyways, I have some intel on Kisaki and Hanma infiltrating the Leviathans. Thought I’d pass on the information to you in case you were interested.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, facing you. “Toman stuff. I’ll see you later in class, okay? Let’s eat lunch together.” He gives you a peck on the cheek, letting you go. 

Part of you wants to stay, to listen in, but you know better than to intrude on topics that don’t pertain to you. You wave goodbye, heading to your classroom alone, your skin tingling with his warmth, already missing it.

~~~

Mitsuya never imagined himself to be a doting boyfriend, but he quickly finds himself adapting to that role almost too easily. In their only shared class, he spends too much time staring at the back of her head, admiring how cute she is. The few times she glances back at him to flash him a grin, his heart swells and he’s itching to hold her again as soon as class is dismissed. Usually, he’d eat lunch with Peh-Yan out in the courtyard or alone inside the home economics room while working on his latest sewing project. However, this entire week, he sits with his girlfriend and her friends. Mei and Keiko are nervous around him at first, unsure how to interact with a delinquent. But with Hana’s help and support, he gradually falls into place with them, finding topics to discuss that all of them can connect on. 

They aren’t able to spend much time together after school, not with the both of them being preoccupied with extracurriculars. So, Friday remains a special day for them. It’s their first sewing lesson since everything changed a week ago. Mitsuya is a bit nervous, wondering if he’ll be able to focus on the actual lesson when he gets so easily distracted by her presence. When she meets him inside the home economics room, cradling her helmet, a pleasant smile on her face, all his worries disappear. Even if he does get distracted, who cares? He’s happy to be spending this time with her, alone.

She drops the helmet onto the usual desk, stepping closer to him. “Hi Takashi.”

“Hi Hana,” he responds, closing the distance between them with a kiss. They’ve gotten more comfortable doing this, their lips brushing seamlessly, his hands always finding the plush curves of her body. He loves the way she feels under his touch, on his mouth, against his chest. All the spaces of him that felt empty before are now full, all thanks to her. 

Before they get carried away any further, he pulls off reluctantly, steadying himself before explaining what they’ll be doing today, eyes flitting back to her lips, now slightly swollen from their kisses. It’s happened several occasions so far this week. Their chaste kisses turning into more, both of them chasing their hunger little by little, teasing that fine line inch by inch. Mitsuya has managed to contain his excitement, though it’s getting more and more difficult, especially with her gradually testing the waters. A soft moan against his lips, her fingers toying with the elastic of his pants, her tongue pushing up against his, mouth open for him to explore and enjoy. He’ll continue to stand by, waiting until she’s ready to take the next steps forward. Despite how eager he is, nothing’s more important to him than making her feel safe. 

Their lesson today results in a heart patch sewn onto the sleeve of her jean jacket. She admires it silently as Mitsuya puts away the sewing machine and the rest of his materials into one of the cabinets. When he’s finished, he returns to her side, draping his arm over her shoulders, pressing a smooch to the side of her head. 

“The machine made this way easier than I thought it would be,” she comments.

“It usually does,” he says, running his finger over the stitching. “Before you know it, you’ll be an expert.”

“I doubt it. But that’s okay because I have you. If this patch here ever comes off, I’ll go straight to you.”

He raises a brow at her, teasing, “And who says I’ll help you?”

She tugs at his collar, peering up at him, smiling. “I guess I just assumed, now that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“You’re right. I’ll always be here to stitch your little heart back on.” He leans in, meeting her lips in a passionate kiss, surrounding her in his arms, the fluttering in his belly growing erratic. The door is closed and all the other students have already left for the day to enjoy the weekend. Mitsuya’s favorite spot is an empty classroom after school, and they happen to have this one all to themselves. As if on cue, his phone vibrates in his pocket, and before he checks it, he knows it’s his mother reminding him that she’s leaving for her shift soon. Disappointed, they break apart, gigging as if they were caught doing something naughty while they gather their belongings, heading towards his bike outside in the parking lot. On their way to his house, her grip is snug on his waist, holding him tightly. He’s reminded how good it feels to ride with her behind him, keeping her safe, keeping him safe. 

They behave themselves in front of his sisters, only exchanging subtle glances and grazes when they’re absolutely in the clear. He’s tempted to skip today’s Toman meeting, hoping to spend the rest of the night by her side, but given Peh-Yan’s news from earlier this week, it’s an important one to attend. Begrudgingly, he says his goodbyes, sneaking a kiss to Hana’s cheek before he leaves for the shrine. 

As usual, Draken is waiting for him at the bottom of the steps, leaning against his Zephyr. He smirks as soon as he sees him, giving him a congratulatory pat on the back. “My man. Did you finally get some tonight?”

Mitsuya rolls his eyes, shrugging him off. “I told you, we’re taking things slow. Besides, we were watching the brats. We couldn’t do it even if we wanted to.”

“Are you telling me that you don’t want to do it with her?” he teases.

“No, I definitely want to do it with her. I mean, make love to her,” he corrects himself, blushing. 

Draken snorts, not one to indulge in euphemisms. “So when do you think the two of you will start fucking then?”

He grimaces at his vulgarity before answering, “I don’t know. It hasn’t even been a week yet. We’re taking it one day at a time. It’ll happen when the time is right.”

Draken digs into his pocket to retrieve a lollipop, unwrapping it to stick into his mouth, sucking on it loudly. “Alright, it’s your dick. I’m just here to offer you some moral support, man-to-man. Dragon-to-dragon.”  

Mitsuya chuckles. “I appreciate it.”

They wait a few more minutes, chatting idly about other topics. Emma seems to be doing well so far in her pregnancy. Draken continues to cook whatever she’s craving at the time, from chicken katsu curry to spaghetti and meatballs. They don’t know the gender yet, though they don’t really seem to care; they’re both just ecstatic to be having this baby in the first place. Mikey remains oblivious to the fact that his sister is with child and that his right-hand-man is about to become a father. According to Draken, he continues to be a recluse, despite their efforts to reach out to him. It seems like forever now that Mitsuya has seen Mikey outside of these Toman meetings. He remembers vividly the tears it Takemitchy’s eyes over a month ago now, worried about their friend, their leader. He’s gone. And I don’t know where to find him. Maybe it’s time they finally made a real effort to bring him back. 

From the corner of his eye, Mitsuya spots Kisaki and Hanma, the newly appointed captains, leading a group of unfamiliar faces up the shrine steps. He assumes it’s members of the rival Leviathan gang. The two must have been successful in their mission to infiltrate and absorb them, which doesn’t change Mitsuya’s opinion about them. Peh-Yan warned him about this earlier in the week and anticipates Mikey’s reaction to this recent development. 

Takemitchy eventually arrives with Chifuyu, the two of them still the best of buddies. They greet the others cheerfully, waiting for Hakkai, who is always the last to arrive, fashionably late with a toothy grin on his face as they all berate him playfully, joking about how he was with yet another chick right before this. Draken, who always has a sixth sense about these things, deems it time to begin, leading his brothers up the shrine steps. Mitsuya always gets a swell in his chest when they’re together like this, nostalgic and proud to be in Toman. If only Mikey were here to join them like he used to.

In their usual formation, the men face Mikey, who’s front and center, Draken standing beside him. His eyes are noticeably heavy from either exhaustion or loss of sleep, maybe both. There’s an unsettling lack of emotion in his expression. He used to burn so bright with passion and intensity, something they all admired about him. It’s what got them to form Toman in the first place. Now, it’s as if the fire has dimmed to the tiniest ember, flickering just enough to barely survive. 

After going over standard housekeeping issues, Mikey moves on to the main topic of tonight’s meeting. “Kisaki, Hanma, come forward,” he announces, beckoning them towards the front. They step towards him, smug grins on both their faces. Mitsuya can’t help but roll his eyes, already annoyed.

“I’d like to recognize these two for successfully following through with their mission. The Leviathan gang is no more. We welcome its past members into Toman as one of our own. Show them the respect they deserve.”

There are loud whispers amongst the crowd, everyone turning to look at the new brothers, who are intimidating in terms of numbers. There’s at least twenty of them, most of them built like brick houses. Mitsuya has always felt odd whenever previous rivals gangs join them. There’s always that initial distrust, considering they were just at each other’s throat prior. But he’s learned to accept it for what it is, trusting Mikey to make the right calls. 

“Anything you’d like to share with us?” Mikey opens the floor to the two captains. 

Kisaki, of course, takes the opportunity to speak, his voice as slimy as ever. “Toman welcomes the Leviathans with open arms. All these men will surely make a great addition to our crew. Not only are they abundant in muscle, they are clever and cunning. Exactly what Toman needs to continue its reign over Tokyo.”

Hanma adds, “It was a real bitch to convince them to join us, but it was all worth it. You’ll see soon enough,” he smirks, licking his lips. 

“I’m sure we will,” Mikey says with a small smile, the slightest spark in his eyes. “As far as I know, you two are the only captains that have stepped up recently. I have nothing but the highest respect for you.”

More grumbling from the crowd, especially from the remaining captains. Draken’s brows are tight, clearly offended by the subtle diss. Chifuyu scoffs quietly, nudging Takemitchy, who looks like he’s near tears. Have their personal lives gotten too much in the way of their duties to Toman? Have they all let Mikey down?

When the meeting ends, they break formation to gather into their smaller circles. Chifuyu is still peeved, complaining to them. “Respect? To those two bastards? Has Mikey lost it?”

“Hey, watch it,” Draken warns. “I’ll admit. I’ve been too busy with the baby.”

“And I’ve been busy preparing for university, I’ve totally neglected Toman!” Takemitchy admits. “I don’t blame Mikey for being annoyed with us.”

Chifuyu throws his arms up, frustrated. “What does he expect us to do? He hasn’t reached out to any of us, doesn’t even talk to us anymore. How are we supposed to do anything if he’s completely ghosting us?”

From his peripheral, Mitsuya notices Mikey walking away from whatever private discussion he’s having with the old Leviathan gang. Before he can go anywhere else, Takemitchy calls out for him, waving enthusiastically. “Mikey!”

Chifuyu shakes his head. “Takemitchy, you idiot,” he mutters.

They all turn to their leader, who stares at them, eyes cold, palms in his pockets. He doesn’t move for a couple of seconds, and Mitsuya thinks that he’ll ignore them completely, which wouldn’t be surprising. But then, he takes slow steps towards them, expression unreadable. When he’s there, none of them are sure what to say, until Takemitchy breaks that ice. “Let’s go to Danny’s tonight! Just like old times!” he suggests, desperate.

Late night dinner at Danny’s was routine for them back when they were young, dumb, and broke. The food was mediocre at best, but the memories they shared there is what kept them coming back. Pancake eating contests, where Mikey would always come out victorious. Flirting with their favorite waitresses to get extra French fries. Loading up on the free refills of soda to compete in burping competitions. It’s more nostalgic than anything. Gradually, as they got older and busier with life, Danny’s become less frequent. Maybe this is what they need to get back into the normal swing of things. 

Mikey doesn’t say much, except for giving them a small nod and muttering a quiet, “Sure,” his hands still buried in his pockets. At least it’s something. 

~~~

It’s past midnight by the time Mitsuya arrives back home. You’re half-asleep on the couch with the TV on in the background. The girls are snoring in their room, tired after playing with you all night. He rouses you awake, caressing your cheek sweetly as he kneels on the floor beside you. “Hey cutie, I’m back.”

The pet name catches you off guard. You beam at him, tugging him by the neck to meeting his lips with yours. He smiles into this kiss. “You like that, huh?”

Nodding, you answer, “Yeah, I do.”

He deepens the kiss, running his fingers through your hair, tongue flicking against yours. Soon, you’re both breathing heavily, lips smacking loudly. Before it gets any further, you break away from him, giggling. “Takashi.” 

Pressing his forehead to yours, swallowing hard, he whispers, “Yeah, I know. I know.”

You grin, sitting up on the couch to make room for him, patting the space beside you. “How was the meeting?”

He sits down, holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder. “It was good. We went out for a bite after and it was really fun. Mikey joined us and it was just like old times.”

“Mikey?” you ask. You’ve heard that name before, but you barely know anything about Toman, simply because you’re too nervous to ask, embarrassed to be so nosy. 

“He’s Toman’s leader. He’s the reason Toman is what it is. He started it all. Recently, it seems like he’s been distant from us. But tonight, I think we finally got him back.”

You squeeze him tight. “I’m happy to hear that.”

He doesn’t explain any further, enjoying the comfortable silence between you. Eventually, he says, “We should go out on a real date tomorrow. My mom doesn’t work until night, so we can spend the day together. What do you think?”

“I’d love that.”

He sits up, grinning at you. “Want to just stay the night?”

You laugh. “I don’t think my parents would like that, considering they have no idea we’re officially dating yet.”

“Then maybe we should tell them soon, over dinner. I really want them to like me.”

“I’m sure they already like you!” you answer, half-heartedly. In all honestly, you have no idea how they feel about him, except for that short conversation you had previously over dinner. You wonder how they will react when you tell them he’s your boyfriend, that you even have a boyfriend. You’d be lying to yourself if you say you aren’t anxious about it. “Let me talk to them first and we can arrange something, okay?”

He smiles brightly, pinching your cheek. “Don’t be nervous! I’ll work my charm on them, you’ll see.”

Mitsuya drives you home after a few more snuggles on the couch. Your parents are asleep by the time you walk through the door, quietly slipping out of your shoes and sneaking up the stairs into your bedroom. You don’t fall asleep right away, staring blankly at the ceiling, excited for tomorrow’s date with your boyfriend. He plans to pick you up at eleven in the morning but doesn’t elaborate on any more details. You wonder what he has in store for the two of you. 

The next morning, you eat breakfast before getting ready for the day ahead of you. You make the brave decision to inform your parents about where you’ll be off to today. Clearing your throat, you brace yourself, confessing, “I’m going on a date today. With Takashi Mitsuya.”

It’s the most jarring silence for the next ten seconds. Your mother gawks at you, dropping her fork onto her plate with a harsh clink. Your father’s face is twisted in an expression akin to him witnessing some sort of apparition or horrible monster. Given their reactions, you almost regret being so honest with them, though a small weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Your mom is the first to speak, tone unnaturally high-pitched when she responds, “Oh! Is this a study date perhaps? Are you preparing for an upcoming exam?”

You shake your head. “No. We’re just hanging out.”

“Hanging out,” she repeats, slightly breathless now. “You’re hanging out with a boy?”

“Yes,” you answer plainly, maintaining your patience as the cogs in her head start spinning faster, finally understanding. 

“Oh. Okay,” you mother says, at a loss for words. Your dad remains speechless, clearly flabbergasted by the mere idea of you spending time with someone other than them or Keiko and Mei.

Before they can begin a full-fledged interrogation, you quickly scarf down the rest of your breakfast on the plate, standing up and announcing, “I’m going to change now, bye!”, sprinting up the stairs without any further explanation. For now, it seems you’ve dodged a bullet.

For today’s date, you decide to wear a floral sundress that ends just above your knees, something you’re comfortable and confident in. You keep your hair the same, unsure what else to do with it. You stare at your reflection in the mirror a while longer than usual, nervous though you know you shouldn’t be. Takashi has been nothing but kind to you, so you have no reason to believe he’d care so much about your appearance. Still, you want to make a good impression on him, especially since this is your first official date. 

When he texts you that he’s waiting outside, you give yourself one last glance in the mirror, rushing out of your room to slip into your nicest pair of sandals by the doorway. Your mother and father both appear beside you, watching. “Be careful,” your mother comments, crossing her arms over her chest. Your father hums, still incapable of forming words as a response. 

Turning the knob to leave, you smile at them. “I will.” 

To your surprise, Takashi stands on the other side of the door, flashing that signature grin, waving politely. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Shimizu.” He has a backpack slung over his shoulders and you notice that his Impulse is nowhere to be seen, so you assume he walked here. 

Your mother returns his smile as best as she can, though she’s obviously still wary about the whole situation. “Hello, Mitsuya. What are your plans today with our daughter?”

Your cheeks get hot, embarrassed by her nosiness, but Takashi takes it in stride. “We’re going to have a picnic at the park. I made sandwiches for our lunch. Then, we’re taking the train to Shibuya to play at the arcade. I’ll have Hana home before dinnertime, since I’ll be babysitting my sisters tonight.” 

Impressed by his answer, you study your mom’s reaction, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when her smiles grows wider, seemingly pleased. “That sounds like a fun time.” She nudges your dad. “Doesn’t that sound like a fun time, sweetheart?”

Your father’s eyes narrow, glaring at your poor boyfriend. “I suppose,” he mutters.

Takashi doesn’t waver, maintaining that easy-going expression while he bows to them. “Thank you for allowing me the honor of spending time with your daughter.”

The two of you manage to leave for your date unscathed. From the doorway, your parents watch you and Takashi walk towards the park, keeping your distance from each other until you’re out of their sight. With the coast clear, Takashi laces his fingers with yours, laughing. “Well, that was scary.”

“You were scared? You were completely cool in front of them,” you reply, surprised by his comment.

“I’m glad it came off that way because I was this close to shitting myself, especially when your dad starting staring daggers at me,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“I’m so sorry about that! He’s been acting weird all morning since I told him I’m going on a date with you.”

“You told them that?” 

“Well, I didn’t want to lie to them,” you explain. “I think they were just shocked at first. I’ve never been out with a boy before, so naturally, they are concerned.”

He nods. “I get that. It’s nice to have parents that are always worried about you,” he muses, a glint of sadness in his eyes. “I love my mom, don’t get me wrong. But she’s always working, so she relies on me a lot to be the man of the house. Nobody ever really worries about me, y’know?”

Your chest swells with emotion, empathizing with him. It can’t be easy being forced to grow up too fast. You squeeze him affectionately. “Well, you have me now. I’ll be here to worry about you and take care of you whenever you need it.”

He pauses in his tracks, staring at you. “You mean it?”

You smile reassuringly at him. “Of course I mean it.”

He gazes at you, pulling you in close to kiss you on the lips. You melt into him, letting his tongue slip inside your mouth, deep and passionate, full of unspoken gratitude for your commitment to him. “Thank you, Hana. I – ” he pauses, swallowing whatever he’s about to admit, instead repeating, “Thank you.” You pretend not to notice it, forcing your mind to forget about it completely. 

A few minutes later, you arrive at the park, finding a good spot to settle in. It’s a beautiful day, perfect for a picnic like this. Bright sun, blue skies, and the ideal breeze. People are gathered all around you, walking along the pathway, jumping on the playground, throwing a ball in a game of fetch with their dogs. Takashi swings his bag towards his front, retrieving a big throw blanket that you lay out on the grass. He unloads his pack, displaying the sandwiches and variety of snacks he prepared, including some of your favorites. You’re dazzled by how charming this all is, how charming he is. Every day you’re together, you grow more and more fond of him. 

The two of you dig in and everything is, of course, delicious. What makes it more special is the company. It’s easy being with Takashi. Conversation flows naturally and you never have to think about occupying any spaces of awkward silence. Even when it is, it’s comfortable, the two of you basking in each other’s presence, marveling at the sights and sounds surrounding you. Children’s laughter ringing from the nearby swings, dogs barking, the gentle wind blowing through the trees. When a leaf falls in your hair, Takashi picks it off, lingering a bit longer to twirl your soft strands between his fingers. After you’ve digested enough, you both lie down, staring up at the sky, pointing out clouds shaped like cotton balls, marshmallows, and bunnies. His hand never leaves yours, always interlaced, his fingers filling in the spaces between yours seamlessly. Time both stops and passes too quickly whenever you’re with him. You’re lost in the moment, savoring each second and before you know it, it’s already time to move on to the next. “We should head to the arcade now,” he suggests, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. 

You nuzzle into his palm, relishing his gentle touch. He gives you a smooch on the forehead. “I could lay here for hours with you. But I want to impress you with all my skills at the arcade so that you think I’m cool,” he teases.

You giggle, sitting up to help him pack. “I already think you’re cool; you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

With everything put away, the two of you take the train towards one of the more popular arcades in Shibuya. It’s teeming with kids and teenagers, typical for a Saturday. You spot several of your classmates here, who greet you with a polite wave. At one of the cashiers, Mitsuya redeems two play cards to last you enough games for the next hour. 

As expected, he suggests starting with a racing game, one where you’re propped on top of a fake motorcycle, riding through the streets of Tokyo. Seems all too fitting for him. What he doesn’t expect is for you to win, whizzing past him at the very last second before crossing the finish line. He’s thoroughly impressed, rewarding you with a proud kiss on the cheek. 

You go through a variety of games, from classics like skee-ball and basketball, to new ones you haven’t tried before, like a zombie invasion simulation that had you screaming at the top of your lungs to your boyfriend’s delight. Eventually, you make your way to the claw machines, where Mitsuya manages to win a Hello Kitty plushie after five tries and you somehow score a squishy shark in only one. You exchange your prizes with each other, both of you cherishing them as your first gifts as a couple.

Time flies as it always does with him. Eventually, you run out of tokens to continue playing, only left now with points to redeem for prizes. On the way to the prize room, you notice Mitsuya staring off into the distance. You find out who he’s looking at; there are a group of boys in the signature Toman jackets gathered on one side of the arcade where the shooting games are located. Most of them are burly and it’s hard for you to believe that they’re your age, maybe even younger. There’s a shorter boy amongst them, blonde hair and glasses that gleam against the bright lights of the arcade. You’ve never seen him before, though something about him gives you an unexplainable chill.

“Are those your friends? Do you want to say hi to them?” you suggest.

Takashi snaps out of it, surprised that you caught him. “No, that’s okay. It’s our day today, remember? No need to drag you into any Toman business.”

You’re tempted to argue with him, not at all minding being introduced to this part of his life. However, he seems determined not to do that in this moment, so you let it be. 

You take your time perusing, making note of what you can afford with the total number of points the two of you managed to accumulate throughout the day. It’s clear that he’s distracted now, not nearly as chatty as he was earlier, the most subtle glint of worry on his face. Halfway through, he announces, “I’m going to use the bathroom. Just stay right here, okay? I’ll be back.” He walks out briskly, leaving you alone. You sigh to yourself, already lonely without him. You dawdle even more as you admire the big prizes on display, contemplating saving your points to redeem one of them someday in the future. 

“Got enough for that?”

The unfamiliar voice startles you. You turn to whoever is speaking, surprised to find a tall, lanky boy standing beside you, grinning. His hair is black, though he’s got a blonde stripe down the middle. A long, golden earring dangles on his left lobe. He’s wearing the recognizable Toman jacket. 

You swallow, suddenly nervous under his gaze. “What?”

“I asked if you have enough points for that.” He points at the giant Pikachu plushie you were just admiring. “Because if you don’t, I can definitely lend you some.”

“That’s very nice of you, but I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me accepting things from strangers.”

His smile grows bigger, showing his teeth, amused by your response. He holds his hand out. “Shuji Hanma.”

Hesitant, you end up taking it, introducing yourself. “Hana Shimizu.”

At that, his eyes widen and his grip on you becomes tighter. “I guess we’re not strangers anymore.”

~~~

He should have ignored them completely, Mitsuya knows that. He also definitely shouldn’t have left Hana alone. But seeing Kisaki all buddy-buddy with the old Leviathan gang members gives him an uneasiness that he can’t shake. So, he pretends to need the bathroom to excuse himself, just for a few moments to get some intel on what they might be up to. It’s for the good of Toman, that’s his justification for it. 

Luckily he’s in casual clothes today and not in his Toman jacket, so he blends in with the crowd easily as he maneuvers through the arcade towards Kisaki. Eventually, he finds a spot behind one of the arcade games that gives him coverage to remain hidden while within earshot of the group. 

They watch as one of the bigger guys shoots his toy gun towards the screen, an intense look on his face, the other boys surrounding him cheering him on in the process. Kisaki’s expression remains neutral, as always. They remain like this for a while longer, and Mitsuya starts to believe his efforts are useless. About ready to return to his girlfriend, he pauses when he hears something that piques his interest. 

“I bet Kisaki can’t wait to pull the trigger on Mikey, am I right?” One of the Leviathans nudges him playfully, pointing at the gun. 

Kisaki shoves him away aggressively, glaring at him. “Shut up. Don’t say such stupid things out in public.”

“Hey, there’s no one here but us, man! Chill!”

He grabs him by the scruff, fingers clenched tightly to his collar. “Oh? Is that what you think, you fucking imbecile? For your information, Hanma is greeting a fellow Toman brother right now.”

Struggling to speak with Kisaki’s knuckles against his throat, he croaks, “Who?”

“Takashi Mitsuya.”

At his name, Mitsuya leaves his spot, sprinting back to the prize room in a panic. He’s an absolute idiot to think that they didn’t notice him earlier. An even bigger idiot for leaving Hana alone, vulnerable to Hanma. But he has no idea who she is, right? There’s no way he could know. He vividly recalls the meeting from a few weeks ago. I guess I’ll just have to find out who Shimizu is myself. The subtle threat from his sleazy mouth. What could that asshole possibly want with her? Mitsuya is too afraid to find out. 

On his way, he catches Hanma exiting the prize room with that signature smug smirk. “Little Taka, fancy meeting you here.”

Mitsuya glares at him. “Hanma.”

He points his thumb behind him, over his shoulder. “Finally got a chance to meet your precious Shimizu. I can see why you’ve been hiding her from us. She’s a really good girl.”

Mitsuya’s fists are unbearably tight at his sides, trembling with anger. He’s on the verge of swinging, wanting to see his ugly mug all scrunched up from his fist. However, he manages to control himself. Through gritted teeth, he growls, “Leave her alone.”

Hanma holds both hands up to him in false surrender. “Hey, I was just being polite. Saw you earlier, enjoying your cute date, thought I’d say hello. Oh, and Kisaki sends his warm regards.”

The urge to inflict violence upon the man in front of him is getting more and more difficult to suppress with each slimy word that comes out of his mouth. He’s incapable of formulating a coherent response, body shaking with rage. He always planned to keep Toman away from her as much as possible, thinking that’d be her safest option. Now, she’s become acquainted to it and in the worst way possible. 

Hanma forces a chuckle. “You better get back to sweet Hana, now. Wouldn’t want to keep her waiting any longer or someone else might just come along and take her.” He shoves past him, hitting his shoulder hard with his own.

Before he can walk away, Mitsuya grabs him by the collar, tugging him close, voice low and threatening. “Don’t fucking talk about her. Don’t fucking look at her. Don’t even fucking think about her. Got it?”

Hanma laughs maniacally, clearly enjoying this side of Little Taka. “If you mind your business, we’ll mind ours.”

Mitsuya releases him, watching him disappear into the crowd of people without exchanging anymore words. He’s attempts to collect himself, returning to Hana, who stands at one of the corners, still inspecting the prizes. When she sees him, she smiles, seemingly unfazed. “Everything okay?”

For a moment, Mitsuya believes that all of it was a bluff. He slides his hand around her waist, pulling her in close. “Yeah. You?”

She rests her head on his shoulder. “Yeah. I met one of your Toman brothers. Shuji Hanma. He seems…nice.” There it is. The falter in her voice. The hesitation. The lie. 

Deciding that now is not the time to discuss it, Mitsuya nods, not saying anything else. 

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synopsis. a classic story of girl likes boy, boy likes girl a little too much.

pairing. huening kai x fem!reader

word count. 603 words

a/n. the next few chapters will have a lot more kai x y/n interactions. did not proofread

part three: all these butterflies make me sick

you walked into kamal records arms linked with yeonjun. the two of you walk smugly to the counter to see taehyun, with a frown on his face. “what are you two doing here?” he asks you two.

“just wanted to bother you.” yeonjun jokes.

“we were also kind of hoping that our favorite barista could give us some free drinks.” you ask, fluttering your eyelashes.

“yeah, no.” he grabs a towel and a spray bottle.

“so much for being my best friend.” you roll your eyes. yeonjun lightly punches your arm.

“do, i mean nothing to you?”

“if you guys aren’t going to order anything, could you please get out of line?” you look around at the coffee shop. there was one other person browsing through the records.

“because you’re so busy with a line around the block.” you said under your breath as you and yeonjun walked to sit at a table next to the register. yeonjun pulls out a set of uno cards, and the two of you play until taehyun joins you ten minutes later. he groans and rests his head against the table.

“you alright, bud?” you ask, running your hands on taehyun’s back.

“just tired.” he responds, his head still on the table. “i’ve been here for five hours and i still have three more.”

“we don’t have to go to dinner tonight if you’re too tired.” yeonjun says.

“no, no i want to go.” taehyun sits up. his thirty minute break turns into an hour as he plays uno with you guys until people start filing in waiting for the open mic to begin.

“do you feel better now?” soobin asked kai, who was finally sitting down after pacing around the break room of kamal records for ten minutes.

“kind of,” he takes a swig of his water bottle, as beomgyu walks in.

“that’s good, because you're up next.” he pats him on the back. “if you’re nervous just picture everyone naked.”

“you know that is like the worst advice right?”

“there’s no need to freak out.” soobin rolls his eyes at beomgyu. “you literally do this every week. there’s nothing different about this week.”

“okay,” he breathes out. “thank you guys, and i’m sorry i’ve been mean today.”

“it’s all good.” soobin comforts his friend, and the three of them walk out.

kai walks up the stage, while his best friends go to sit at their table, next to the stage. “hi, everyone.” he speaks into the mic. “thank you all so much for coming out to this week’s open mic.” hs pauses for applause, as he scans the audience looking for you. “i’m seeing some new faces in the audience, so i hope you guys will be back next week.”

“i hope you guys loved everyone who came out today.” he steps back and clears his throat. “tonight, i’m going to be singing this song that i’ve been listening to a lot lately.”

“it’s called meadows in japan.” he says as his eyes meet yours.

something about you makes me want an us.

you’ve dreamt of a moment that could only be seen in romance movies, but you never thought that you would experience one for yourself. with his eyes on you the entire performance, you felt like you were spinning. like it was only two of you in the room, in the world even.

and then the song comes to an end.

you’re pulled away from the moment when your best friend pulls up a seat beside you, but the storm of butterflies still runs rampant in your stomach.

“are you guys ready?” he asks.

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[lavendertales]

could you pleaseeee write a joel miller fluff/angst (you can add smut if you want) based on the song love in the dark by adele?? I was just listening to that song and it gives me such hugeeee joel miller energy

I love that song so much😭 hope you like this, nonie!

Can't love you in the dark || Joel Miller x gn!reader

summary: Joel doesn't like to talk about his past. But when he tells you about Tess and Sarah, you finally see him clearer than ever.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of loss & trauma, alcohol. some fluff sprinkled in there.

gif: @trashcora

You began your trading partnership with Joel Miller without any expectations. You needed some goods and supplies, so did he, and it seemed like a good idea in the beginning. Especially since he only agreed to this because Tess vouched for you.

This was over a year ago. A year and a half, counting the six months Tess has been gone.

Joel liked to deny it and bury Tess’s memory deep down inside his heart, never even mentioning her, but you saw what her loss was doing to him. With every person dear to him that he lost, Joel Miller was less and less of a man and more of a ghost, a hollow shell of what he used to be.

The sight killed you just as much. Because, try as you might, you couldn’t deny that you’ve grown to care about Joel. A lot. Perhaps a lot more than what would be deemed smart. But it’s not like there was an on-and-off switch to your heart that controlled emotions. If there were, you would not hesitate to keep that sucker on off all the time.

Joel never let you in, not entirely. He’s shown you that he trusts you, and that was the best you could hope for. You didn’t ask for anything else, you didn’t expect anything else. You kept your feelings to yourself, thus sparing you both of heartache and distress.

Till one faithful evening in November, when the cold began to hit you both as you’ve made your way to Chicago. You managed to find an abandoned apartment building and lodged there. You unpacked your stuff and checked to see if there was anything good left behind in there. Lucky for you, a bottle of whiskey resided on one of the top shelves in the kitchen.

“If this doesn’t warm us up, nothing will,” you say, swinging the bottle of whiskey in front of him with a playful smile on your face.

Joel takes it from you, staring at the brand and nodding, seemingly impressed. “This one’s got some time on it. Should be good.”

He takes the first sip, scrunching his face as the golden liquid hits his taste buds.

“Well?” you ask.

“This is definitely gon’ warm us up.”

Before you know it, you were halfway through the bottle, crouched next to each other on the couch. The silence feels rather comfortable, as opposed to other times. It’s like two friends taking care of each other.

But you avoid looking at him, because deep down, you know that what you feel towards Joel is more than friendship. Hard as you might’ve fought against it and shoved everything down, it’s gotten increasingly clear to you that the respect and admiration you carry for Joel have blossomed into something more.

Joel remains on the quiet side as the whiskey keeps warming your bodies and loosening your tongue. When you do turn to look at him, you remark how his face dropped, his forehead creased under the weight of a frown.

“Joel?”

He doesn’t respond; he doesn’t even look like he heard you. But you know it could be due to the fact that you’re on his right, and he has trouble hearing with his right ear.

You move your hand to his leg’s vicinity, careful so as to not startle him. He may be a rugged hunter and survivalist, but sometimes he’s so easily scared you have to tell him beforehand what you’re going to do and ask him if the gesture is okay with him.

“Joel,” you repeat, searching for his face this time around. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, still deep in thought. “I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?”

It is then that Joel meets your eyes, and all you see is devastation. Utter and complete devastation, and it breaks your heart, especially because you’re not used to a sight like this. You’re used to rough Joel, violent and grumpy Joel. This version makes your heart ache and swollen with empathy and care.

“Keep you safe,” he continues. “Couldn’t keep ‘em safe. I don’t think—“

Uh—oh. You have a faint idea as to where this is all going, and part of you wants to stop him, but part of you feels like he needs this moment, too. You don’t want to impose, but you also want him to feel comfortable enough around you to know that he’s safe.

You want Joel to feel as safe with you as you feel with him.

“I failed Tess,” he goes on, clearly loosened up because of the whiskey. “Couldn’t protect her. Couldn’t do that for my—my baby g—“

He’s getting choked up and his eyes get teary, so you put your hand on his shoulder, taking the glass of whiskey from him with the other hand and putting in on the coffee table in front of you.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you tell him, feeling the alcohol slowly leaving your system now that Joel is in distress next to you.

“If I couldn’t do it for them… I don’t think I can keep you safe,” Joel says.

“You are keeping me safe.”

He shakes his head, hastily grabbing your hands and staring down at them like they’re the most precious thing in the world. You gasp, shuddering at the sensation of having his calloused hands holding yours.

“I’m bein’ rude and pushin’ you away so I don’t—“

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “So I don’t hurt you.”

You frown. “So… you’re keeping me away and barely speaking to me to not hurt me?”

“Everyone dies around me.”

“Everyone dies everywhere.”

You switch things up and decide to take his hands into yours. Joel is surprised at the touch and how warm and soft you feel.

“Listen to me very carefully,” you tell him as sweetly as possible. “What happened with Tess… what happened with Sarah? None of that is your fault. Nod if you understand.”

Joel nods, his eyes still teary. In his heart, he knows you’re right. You have to be right. There was nothing he could’ve done in either one of those situations. But he still feels racked with guilt and unable to remove that pesky sentiment from his heart.

“It’s not your fault,” you repeat. “Especially not with Sarah.”

The name breaks Joel completely. He takes a deep breath, feeling a single hot tear running down his cheek. You notice it too, and gently wipe it with your hand, grazing your thumbs against his stubbled cheek in the process.

“You went through the most horrible human experience. But it’s not your fault. You did what you could. And… you don’t have to worry about me.”

Joel breaks from your touch at last, walking around the living room slightly tipsy and overwhelmed.

“I can’t not worry about you,” he tells you. “You’re all I have left, and you’re so—“

You watch him closely, both breaking and aching for him.

“So—what?” you ask almost breathless.

Joel falters, staring at his muddy shoes instead. “So goddamn kind and—sweet.”

Other words swim around in his head, taunting him endlessly, but Joel feels too overwhelmed to expose you to either one of them. He sits back on the couch, staring apologetically at you.

“When I lost Sarah…”he starts, clearing his throat, “I—I don’t think I’ve felt pain that way. When she died… I died. And Tess last year… we weren’t exactly—“

You place your hand on top of his, waiting for him to speak. You’d never interrupt him during such a sensible moment.

“We were… partners,” he says. “Not really together, but not—“

“I understand. It’s okay.”

“I don’t know how much I have left in me. I don’t think I can go through another loss. Definitely not yours.”

The way he emphasizes definitely makes your heart flutter, causing you to suspect that he could reciprocate your feelings. You never allowed yourself to think that far, to even hope that he’d feel the same way, and you don’t want to get ahead of yourself now.

“I don’t wanna lose you either,” you say instead.

You want to tell him that he’s a good friend, a good protector and a good man, but you’re too lost on his tipsy figure staring at you with big doe eyes to be coherent. You gulp, allowing yourself one second of weakness and staring at his lips before pulling your gaze away.

“I can promise you that I’ll stay alive for as long as I possibly can,” you tell him sincerely.

That seems to warm Joel up a bit.

“You can’t make a promise like that,” he tells you, though oddly amused and flattered alike.

“I can. I know I can. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“I got you to help me with it.”

Joel actually smiles, and the sight is beyond heartwarming. You’re not sure if this is the unspoken, yet reciprocated beginning of something new between you two. For now, you simply want to enjoy his presence and not think about anything else.

You just want to be with Joel, however that may be.

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

bertholdt x fem!reader

modern au, college au, established relationship, slight music nerd bertholdt, bertholdt is above 6’4, reiner ships you and bert so hard (´◡`)

wc - 4.0k

warnings - kissing, overthinking, insecurities abt relationship, kinda bad 😭

a/n - wrote this on a whim when i was on my work break so it’s not the best 🙁 unedited and kinda messy

bertholdt loves it when it's just you two.

having his head cuddled between your plush thighs as you play with his brunette shag you hoped he never cut - watching the princess diaries in a comfortable silence you two shared so often that came with a growing mutual understanding of your budding relationship. he kisses the side of your plush thigh once in awhile when you run your hands over the side of his head in that way you always do when youre positioned like this on nights like these - when reiner is gone slaving away at practice right before the big game and it's just you two showering each other with affection.

that's until reiner comes back to his shared apartment with his best friend of over 5 years.

"reiner!" bertholdt slightly yelled like it was bloody murder. bertholdt quickly stood up, getting his abnormally big head (and big body) away from your thighs trying to act like nothing was happening - which was exactly happening. bertholdt accidentally pulled you off the couch as he frantically got up, a thud coming under you and a sympathetic look coming from bertholdt. sure - bertholdt loves showering you with his affection, but he'll never actually parade it in front of others, including the person who has seen him naked several times.

"what are you doing here?" he stupidly asked like him and reiner haven’t been living together for a whole year now.

"oh you know - coming back to my lovely home after a long day at practice.” reiner explains as he drops his gym bag and take off his sneakers, not acknowledging his best friends awkwardness to make him and you feel better.

it’s been a routine for the past couple of months. he’ll come home, see you and bertholdt cuddling, lost in your own world, and bertholdt being abruptly deported from his own little world with you whenever reiner appears into the living room.

reiner finds it slightly entertaining, not just how embarrassed bertholdt gets but the way bertholdt can easily be this close to you; you’ve created your own world with each other, speaking a language only you and bertholdt can understand. sure bertholdt’s awkward tendencies get in the way of him showing his love for you but reiner can see the way you love each other when he sees you two giggle at the plural form of ball.

and when you scold him for eating peanuts ever since he found out he was allergic to them because during your guys first date, they brought out a bowl of peanuts as an appetizer and apparently peanuts aren’t supposed to hurt your mouth like that (yet he still eats them).

and when he makes CDs for you filled with the static noise he calls music reiner and annie can’t stand yet you somehow like it.

and when you made reiner secretly steal all his pants one by one so you could tailor them to fit into his long legs.

and when bertholdt loves you to the point where he creates and you love him to the point where you can invent.

and when bertholdt gets too lost in his head, and reiner or annie never know what to do, but somehow you’re the only who could find him, and when bertholdt makes sure you don’t ever get lost, ever.

and when reiner comes home, after a long day at football practice, and he catches a quick glimpse into your shared world with bertholdt, speaking your own language, and he sees how he becomes you and you become him in the way you two hold each other. reiner likes this bertholdt, don’t get him wrong, he also likes awkward bertholdt a lot as well but he knows bertholdt is a lot more than an awkward sweaty lanky mess. he’s just happy that bertholdt has someone to be himself around - even his awkward self. and reiner would totally try pushing bertholdt to be more comfortable with holding you in front of others but right now, he smells like wet grass and total ass and he can’t feel his legs; trying to push bertholdt out of his box will have to wait.

apart, scratch that, a good chunk of you finds it insulting. like him being your boy and you being his girl is hell on earth. you know bertholdt loves you. of course he does! you’re his own prayer. but sometimes - he gets up a little too fast whenever reiner comes home, and it makes you do the unthinkable; overthink.

which is exactly what you’re doing right now as bertholdt helps you up the floor and you could feel his once dry palm, which he used to play with the side of your thighs as you played with his hair, now moist do to his nervousness. you sighed under your breath and grabbed your jacket and bag from the front door.

“alright, gonna take this as my sign to leave.” you said avoiding eye contact with bertholdt and reiner while zipping up your jacket.

bertholdt knows you’re annoyed. and he knows you’ll tell him that it’s fine.

“good luck tomorrow reiner!” you yelled as you were making your way out the door.

“wait!” bertholdt ran after you, swiftly putting on his house slippers, “let me walk you out!” bertholdt grabbed the top of the door frame preventing it from slamming, ducked his tall body under the door frame, and gently closed the door making sure he wouldn’t bother reiner.

you waited for him as he jogged a short distance to catch up to you.

“hey,” he greeted you like you weren’t hanging out the whole day.

you know you should say hi back, you always do, but you know what he always does? he always pushes you away when reiner comes home. and it’s not his fault for being so shy, but still, can’t a girl hold her boyfriend in peace?

“are you mad?” bertholdt asked with the worried look on his face he always seemed to have.

“no.” you briskly told him, keeping your eyes forward.

bertholdt sighs as he pushes the button for the elevator to go down. your arms are crossed as you wait for one of the elevators to be available. usually you and bertholdt would talk about everything and nothing - why he hates his philosophy professor, king krule possibly coming to paradis, if you should get those jeans from jaded london, giving him a fake palm reading just to touch his hands, looking at the view from the window in the elevator room and people-watching into the apartment complex across the street - but right now, it’s silent, and not the comfortable kind you two always have but the “please don’t be mad” kind.

“are you sure you’re not mad?” he asks, a little exasperated watching you walk into the elevator while you try to avoid eye contact. he walks in after you, distracted from how worried he is about you, the tall oaf ends up hitting his head on the sill of the elevator.

“Ow!” he rubs his forehead with his pointer finger and his thumb trying to numb the pain. he ducks down to the mirror of the elevator to check for any bleeding and catches you trying not to laugh your ass off at your oaf of a boyfriend. you have the prettiest smile, he swears. he tries to suppress his own smile as he hears you fail and you erupt into snorts and giggles.

“do I have to hurt myself in order for you to acknowledge me?” he jokingly asks.

“yes.” you respond as you still have a grin on your face from your fit of laughter not too long ago. bertholdt presses the button to go down to the garage, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek to reassure you about whatever you’re upset about.

bertholdt walks you to your car, still a little cautious around you.

“what’s on your mind? i know something’s wrong.” bertholdt steps in front of you, preventing you from going any further to your car. bertholdt isn’t letting you go to sleep tonight feeling like this.

“it’s nothing really.” and it really is nothing, to you at least but not to bertholdt.

“it’s something.” bertholdt quickly retorts gently bringing his hand to yours.

you’re a little emotional, you’ve always been.

“can you just hold me? there’s no one around.” you reassure him. bertholdt’s heart stings at your act of reassuring him. bertholdt looks around for a moment and hugs your body to his in the empty parking garage, feeling your specific type of inviting warmth to his chest and having the smell of your vanilla coconut leave in conditioner scent hug his nose. he’s leaning against your car as you lean into him.

“are you mad because i pull away from you whenever reiner comes home?” he gently asks as he gave you a kiss on your head.

“im not mad, just..”

bertholdt gives you all the time to continue.

“just..are you embarrassed of being in a relationship with me or something?” you look up at him, slightly teary eyed, hoping he wouldn’t notice. but he does; because he wants to make sure you’ll never get lost.

“no! of course im not!” he furrows his eyebrows at you. you stare up at him looking if he’s telling the truth. and you know he is but overthinking gets the best of you sometimes. “you should be the one embarrassed to be in a relationship with me!” bertholdt jokes to make you feel better.

you smile as you hug him tighter, “never.”

“it’s just sometimes i feel like you are embarrassed of me.” you push the side of your face into his chest, avoiding eye contact once again.

“I’m not.” and he isn’t. bertholdt looks down at you with sympathy in his eyes, rubbing and kneading your back. he knows you deserve someone who can hold you whenever they please.

“you know how shy I get.” bertholdt reassures you that it’s his problem, not yours.

“i know.” you tell him. “i don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want you to hold me, just right now.”

“trust me, holding you doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”

bertholdt holds you in his strong arms like you’re a dove. every touch from him is carefully placed. you pout your lips signaling for a small kiss. as soon as he reaches down to give you a quick kiss, the tip of his ears red from his meekness, here comes porco galliard and his loud ass car beeping twice at you two. your eyes crinkle at his cars bright ass headlights and bertholdt lets you go from his grasp, not wanting porco to see the monstrous act of holding his girlfriend.

“give this to reiner for me!” the boy named after a pig yelled through his rolled down passenger window and threw out reiner’s jockstrap, bertholdt catching it as he let out a sigh of dissent. porco irresponsibly and annoyingingly, may I add, sped out of the garage, bertholdt yelling at him to slow down.

your eyebrows furrowed in distress when your giant of a boyfriend let you go. you watch as he slightly jogs after the speeding car and yells at the pig man driving it to slow down. bertholdt walks towards you, the dissatisfied look in your eyes wishing he kissed you a few moments earlier. bertholdt gives you a sympathetic smile as he held reiner’s jockstrap in between his fingers.

“bye,” you curtly smile back and tried as fast as you could to get into your car as you ignored your boyfriends goodbyes.

bertholdt watched your car drive out of the parking garage, a disappointed groan coming from his body.

the olive skinned boy closes his apartment door with a sigh. it pains him to know that there’s apart of you, that may grow into a chunk, that thinks he’s ashamed of you. and you know he isn’t, but he knows how you overthink. hell, he can’t blame you. if he was in your position, he would think the same thing too.

but bertholdt is shy - painfully shy, almost like he’s cursed to be this way forever, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you the way he does behind closed doors in front of others. if bertholdt could, he’d have you attached to the hip.

bertholdt is just…how you say - modest.

one touch, and he knows he’s gone.

it took him at least three months into the relationship for him to even comfortably hold you, and took him another three for it to become a regular thing. every touch from your fingertips is a modified blow, and bertholdt is made of glass. the first time you molded your hands to the side of his face, he swore he shattered into a thousand pieces. and you put him back all together. you touch him like a prayer, a prayer only you two understand. the first time you touched bertholdt, when you held his face, or when he laid his head in between your thighs, or when his senses are overloaded with you - bertholdt feels his heart take root in his body, discovering something he doesn’t even have a name for.

so it’s not that bertholdt is embarrassed, he just craves even the slightest brush of your fingertips against his skin too much.

“You forgot your jockstrap.” bertholdt throws it to a now freshly showered reiner, who is currently eating his second bowl of lucky charms right now.

“thanks.” states a tired reiner.

reiner put his now empty bowl in the sink while bertholdt got ready for bed.

“goodnight bertholdt.” reiner slaps bertholdt’s flat ass.

“goodnight reiner.” bertholdt does the same to reiner.

reiner yawns and before closing his bedroom door, he peeks his head out, and with tired eyes and a tired voice, he tells his best friend since middle school,

“if you could slap my ass every night, you can hold your girl without being a scaredy cat about it by the way.”

bertholdt looks back at him with a surprised look on his face.

“you should hold her more.” reiner states before he kicks his bedroom close and going to sleep for his game tomorrow.

and bertholdt agrees.

these intrusive thoughts aren’t letting you sleep. the many times bertholdt has pushed your affection away in front of others is making you cringe and the little voice inside your head is not letting you forget them. there’s a devil and angel on your shoulders arguing whether he really loves you or not. you’re being dramatic, no you’re not, yes you are. all you really want is your boyfriend to hold you. is that too much to ask? you wanna cry but you don’t let yourself, bertholdt would let you. you let out a frustrated sigh and grab your phone from your nightstand. a second ago it was only 12 but now it’s almost 3 o clock in the morning. to hell with these intrusive thoughts.

bertholdt <3: Just wanna say goodnight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I hope you feel better in the morning, I love you.

sent at 12:25

you roll your eyes at the text message sent by your boyfriend but can’t help but feel a teensy bit better, but not enough to fall asleep. a glass of warm milk and those melatonin chocolates bertholdt bought for you will do. you find your roommate pieck awake at almost 3 in the morning making herself a cup of tea in her jaw titan mug.

“he did it again.” you tell her as you get out the carton of milk and pour it into a glass.

“again!?” pieck suddenly drops her spoon into her cup of tea.

“shhhhh!” annie is in her room doing the right thing you’re supposed to do at 3 in the morning, sleep. annie is also possibly the lightest sleeper you’ve ever come across and even pieck’s soft voice can wake her up.

“did you tell him how you feel?” pieck asked more quietly this time as she blew at her hot tea.

“yeah.” you sighed, waiting for the microwave to be done warming up your glass of milk.

“and?”

“and…he told me that he wasn’t embarrassed of me and he was just shy.” you take your too hot glass of milk out of the microwave and ended up yelling, possibly waking up annie and praying you didn’t.

“shhhh!” pieck pulls her finger to her lips.

you and pieck stay quiet to listen out for annie’s footsteps, and luckily for you two, you heard none.

“well that’s good right? he’s not embarrassed of you!” pieck says, a little more quiet this time, just in case.

“yeah but, your pig of a boyfriend, who’s headlights are way too bright, came to drop off…something reiner forgot and he let go of me like i was burning hot.” you drink all your milk in one go and let the chocolate dissolve in your mouth.

“but you are burning hot.”

“pieck,” you smile at her playful flirting while staying stern to let her know now is not the time to flirt

“why the hell are both of you still awake?” annie opens the door to her room glaring at both of her roommates.

“what the fuck annie!?” you yelped in your normal voice not having to whisper anymore.

annie makes her way to the fridge and grabs a water bottle, gulping it down like she’s been stranded in the Sahara desert for eternity.

“you two suck at whispering.” annie states throwing away the now empty water bottle.

“what could you two be talking about this fine night?” annie sarcastically asks.

“your bestie is a scaredy-cat and can’t hold his girlfriend in front of others.” pieck jokes.

“pieck!”

“bertholdt?”

“who else?” you confirm

“you can’t make him do anything that makes him uncomfortable, bertholdt’s always been like that.” annie defends her best friend as if you were talking bad about him in the first place.

“im not.”

“well it sounds like you are.” annie’s a good friend, you note.

“i never took a dig at bertholdt as a person, you know how I feel about him annie, i just…feel like he’s embarrassed of me.” you look away from her, a little embarrassed yourself.

annie scoffs, sitting down at the kitchen table “he is not embarrassed of you stupid.”

you look at annie a bit relieved.

“he’s just meek, okay? trust me, it gets to me sometimes too. bertholdt always seemed like he would be meek forever..”

“that’s not a bad thing.” you retort

“can you let me finish first?” annie continues “but, and I know you know this, he’s destined to be more than that.”

“he is already more than that.”

“i already know that.” annie says

there’s a bit of an awkward silence and pieck has awkwardly been stirring her tea the whole time.

annie sighs, “he seems to be a lot more confident ever since you’ve been with him and….” annie hates that she’s admitting this, god she prays you and pieck learn to whisper so she won’t ever have to say something like this again to anyone.

“I like that he’s happy with you.”

your eyes brighten up with joy.

“really?” you smile brightly.

“yes really.” annie sighs once again.

“thanks annie.” you give her a hug and she awkwardly pats your back. you make your way back to your bedroom, with a lingering smile on your face. you text bertholdt goodnight and you know he’s gonna worry over the time you sent your text (3:15 in the morning) but at least now your intrusive thoughts have stopped.

annie doesn’t see you as a friend like pieck or the rest of her friends do. you’re just her roommate. but ever since bertholdt has been dating you for the past 9 months, he does things like hum while doing basic tasks, developed an actual sense of fashion, listens to actual good music and her favorite? tells her and reiner that he loves them every night in their groupchat.

“annie?” pieck says quietly, her tea gone cold.

“yes pieck?” annie sighs, once again.

“do you like bertholdt, in the way Y/N likes bertholdt?” pieck is also a good friend.

annie turns to pieck a bit dumbfounded “pieck, I am literally a lesbian, god.”

“oh thank god.” pieck lets out a breath of relief.

annie goes back into her room, her head now hurting.

you have no idea how football works.

you chant offense when it’s defense, defense when it’s offense, don’t even know what it means to be flagged. yet here you are, giving all your undivided attention to the very homoerotic game that is football, trying to ignore your intrusive thoughts about your boyfriend. all you really know is reiner’s jersey number.

the score is currently 14 - 7, halftime is in three minutes, and under these late night stars, the crowd is starting to get rowdy. eren jaeger is sat three seats beside you yelling at jean kierstein about how much of a pussy the opposing team is. jean kierstein’s face is tomato red as he tries his hardest not to punch eren in the face. armin is right in the middle of it wishing he never came. mikasa knows that these losers wouldn’t even survive in a football game but she can. your roommate pieck just wants to support her boyfriend, and bertholdt and your other roommate annie are just supporting their best friend.

you don’t understand the hype for college football games. the aftermath was always so depressing. men fighting over two groups of other men cuddling each other, underage college students getting alcohol poisoning, people you’ve seen post environmental activism infographics on their instagram stories littering like it’s nothing.

you’ve seen the worst minds of your generation at a college football game.

bertholdt knows you have no idea what’s going on. he’s talking to annie about the game, while also trying to subtly explain to you how it works and annie has no idea why bertholdt is explaining the game to her. If bertholdt keeps this up, annie will probably have to beat his ass.

“the titans just got flagged? wow I wonder what they got penalized for.”

“yeah our defense, who stop the other team from scoring, have been doing really well this season!”

“our offense, who have the ball currently, have been kinda sloppy this quarter, don’t you think?”

Bertholdt is lucky halftime is about to start.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat.” annie states, annoyed by bertholdt.

“get me a korean corn dog please!” you yell after her. she flips you off as she walks away, which means yes, you will get your korean corn dog.

that silence between you and bertholdt appears from last night again, the “please don’t be mad” kind, and you don’t like it. you can feel bertholdt’s doe eyes on you and you know he’s worried about you. he let you go home feeling like an embarrassment to him and he has so much to make up for.

you two don’t really get into the typical fights, sure some misunderstandings, but nothing like this before. you’re overreacting, you know you are. but you can’t help but feel so insecure.

“you should stop explaining how football works to Annie before she beats you up.” you tell your oaf of a boyfriend in a way to let him know him that you don’t want it to be like this any longer.

“if she beat me up, would it make you happy?” bertholdt jokingly asked, a little relieved.

“very.” you gave bertholdt a toothy grin. you give him the most brisk kiss on the cheek, you don’t even think your lips touched him.

“thank you.” you tell him because you know the only reason why he even is explaining football to annie, who probably understands it way more than you and bertholdt, is because he thinks you need space from the passive aggressive predicament you got into last night. (which is far from what you need)

you’re eyes are guided back to the big jumbotron in the center of the field, watching the two dogs who represent the two teams race against each other. bertholdt keeps his eyes on you and observes the way your face lights up when you see the brown labrador dressed as an armored titan race against a black great dane dressed as the colossal.

“bertholdt that black dog resembles you so much!” you tell him in the nicest way possible as you point at the screen. ymir bursts into the most disrespectful laughter possible, her and her girlfriend historia sitting above you and bertholdt.

“ymir stop being mean!” historia scolds.

bertholdt doesn’t care though, he does look like a dog to a certain extent, and he doesn’t care - as long as he can see you smile. he disregards ymir’s snorts, he ignores eren and jean’s arguing, he hasn’t noticed that annie’s been gone for longer than usual, he forgets what breed the dogs were and which one won, the cheering in the stadium has suddenly stopped - all he knows at this moment is you. here you are, his girl, the biggest smile on your face accentuating your cheekbones with your eyes crinkling in the corner. he swears you have the prettiest smile. it makes his brain go fuzzy, makes him forget everything around him -

your intrusive thoughts have gotten the very best of you, all of last night and up to today. there’s that voice in your head who keeps on telling you that you’re not worthy of being shown off, that being with someone like you is an embarrassment - how dare anyone love you? but right now - bertholdt feels so honored in this current moment sitting this close to you and having the privilege to see you smile. he looks like an idiot probably as he admires you from his seat that his tall body can barely fit in. but he doesn’t care - all his inhibitions have left and you’ve replaced them.

reiner can’t wait until this game is over with. he’s sat on the metal moist bench with his helmet off squeezing his water bottle into his mouth as his bandages are being renewed below him by the teams nurse. the black game paint he painted across his face has became grey and smudged and his hair is soaked from how much he’s been sweating. there’s about three minutes of halftime left and he’s spending those three minutes watching the Jumbotron across him.

“pucker your lips and get ready for the kiss cam titans!” came a booming voice from the intercom.

the first couple weren’t even a couple and the girl ended up moving away when the guy motioned a kiss towards her.

the second couple gave each other a meek kiss and the crowd boo’d at their lousy excuse of a kiss.

the third couple was a girl in the middle of eating a korean corn dog and the giraffe of a man totally entranced by her cheese pull.

reiner’s eyes widen as he sets his eye on the dork of a couple who were cuddling on his couch last night.

bertholdt is looking at you like you’re the only person in this whole stupidly funded football stadium. you have a bit of mustard on the corner of your lips and your inhaling the cool night air to cool down the burning piece of fried cheese in your mouth. you look to bertholdt and stick your tongue out and point at it with sad eyes.

“I burnt my tongue,” you said with your tongue still sticking out.

“you’re on kiss cam you idiots!” ymir smiled at the both of you and playfully pushed bertholdt’s towards you.

bertholdt doesn’t even know he’s on kiss cam. he barely felt ymir push him over to you. he sees you look over to the jumbotron and grow embarrassed as you use your hand to cover your face. out of nowhere, you’re hit with the massive weight that is the whole crowd’s judgement. somehow, you’re the one filled with inhibitions and bertholdt isn’t.

“bertholdt…” you whisper to him, “we’re on kiss cam!” you say this like it’s the worse thing in the world.

all bertholdt hears is kiss and that’s what he does - in front of thousands of people, all of paradis’ college towns watching on their TVs, in front of eren jaeger and jean kierschstein who’ve stopped arguing due to how surprised they are, in front of armin arlert who’s just glad they’ve stopped arguing, in front of mikasa ackerman who has never felt so much second hand embarrassment in her life just from you eating your corn dog, in front of pieck finger who’s smiling so big because you were just telling her last night how you felt bertholdt was embarrassed of you, in front of annie leonhardt who can’t help but roll her eyes at you two, in front of ymir who’s cheering bertholdt on, and in front of reiner braun, who’s annoying the nurse who’s bandaging his calves from his constant movement as he stands up and cheers for his best friend since middle school.

bertholdt is carefully cradling your face in both of his hands, like you’re his own personal prayer, his own personal heaven, his own angel; they’re large and warm up your cool face and his fingers reach to your scalp. you didn’t expect this from him, you even thought he would just walk away pretending to not even know who you are (and if he did that, you would give him something to be embarrassed about). but here he is, his lips on your lips, kissing you like this is what mouths are for. finding warmth in his mouth, you relax into his lips and hold his hands closer to your face.

neither you or bertholdt can hear the crowd cheering you guys on as bertholdt’s lips put you into some sort of trance just like how your smile induced his. it is every kiss bertholdt owes you every time he pulled away in front of others. it is the song baby by donnie and joe emerson that is the first track on the CD bertholdt gifted you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. it is the last track - ‘baby’ by ariel pink. it is bertholdt’s hands cradling your face up to reach his lips and your hands on his, your mouth becoming his mouth, it is you who breaks into shards and it will be him who will put you back together.

once you both pull away due to the ear-paining air horn signifying that halftime is over, the kiss cam screening had already been over with. bertholdt’s olive skin heats up, his lips covered in your gloss and your lips a bit swollen.

you look up at to him with bright but bashful eyes, and you smile.

and he swears you have the prettiest smile.

#my beloved 💌 #proshippers dni #bertholdt is a king krule enjoyer 🙏🏽 #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt hoover x y/n #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #reiner x reader #armin x reader #aot fanfiction #aot warriors #rba #modern au #college au #self ship #self ship insert #x reader insert #fav x reader #i love bertholdt #I wrote this on my notes app on my lunch break #in the span of 30 minutes #and didn’t wanna read it #so its going on tumblr #enjoy!!!!!! #bertolt hoover #everyone is happy #no rumbling and no genocide

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starring: yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, rin itoshi

every season brings in new types of romance. for some, divergent aspects of their lover come to the surface as the temperature changes. winter with its frozen windows brings warmth, spring with its blooms of colour and cuckoos produce tranquil lovers. however, for you each season brought around different people as your companion.

in spring when meadows were painted with daisies pied and violets blue the person you seemed to spend the most time with was yoichi isagi. be it walking under shady trees, observing the slow flowering of pale buds as soft breezes brushed your cheeks, or under the night blue canvas of the sky counting the twinkling stars reflected in his bright eyes: he was heavenly. his face was lovely and fair. his hair was raven dark and gloriously soft. and his eyes. oh darlings his eyes. deep enough to fall into and intoxicating enough to stare at forever.

not only was he heavenly in carnality but also in manner. he kept mementos of every second he spent with you. a box with your name containing polaroids, bracelets, tickets to museums and fairs hid under his desk. he worshipped you. he probably still does. you always felt his lingering gaze as you watched movies at those open-air theatres. whenever even a single hair on your arm faltered he was immediately there to shower you with warmth. and if a coat or jumper wasn't enough his kiss would melt you in an instant. his lips on yours; heart on his sleeve; breathing you in; his hand gripping your tresses with urgency, like the wind would blow him away from you.

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spring cannot last forever. rough winds shaking the darling buds of spring signalled the arrival of summer. with it came not only golden piercing rays of heat but also a new lover. as the sun idly watched you from up above the only person you could seem to think of was meguru bachira.

hoping the cool water could soothe your scalding skin you'd spend all day sitting in pools, rivers or lakes. the chlorinated pool water burnt your eyes red but you were easily distracted by him. he usually brought with him cans of pineapple which you would eat on the edge of the lido. the saccharine juices dripping down your arms and pooling at your elbows in a gross fashion. "no matter, you can just wash it off in the water." he'd say. nothing seemed to be able to wipe the wide smile off his face. but you didn't mind. it was beautiful. if the lazy-paced clouds were to ever cover the sun his brilliant smile could be its envoy.

secluded lakes were the best to disrupt with your boisterous chatter. a talkative bachira would yell nonsense just to hear his voice echo from the trees surrounding you. skipping rocks over serene waters and making flower crowns as he sat in your lap was common. and as the rich smell of the moss lulled you to sleep the two of you napped the brazing afternoon away. that was until the surrounding birds chirped as the sun sunk under the horizon. the sky was as fiery and passionate as his love for you. he proved his loyalty to you that summer evening. roughly yet gently pushing your head towards his and locking lips. his tongue still tasted of pineapples but he smelled of orange blossoms and the sea. with the strength he was using to hold you it would've been impossible to break from the kiss. but you felt no need to do so. it was perfect here, under the palatinate sky, his lips, your lips, and the sweet songbirds twittering.

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with childing autumn the grand trees faded as they shook off their bright and young foliage. the divine kaleidoscope of change as the months passed reminded you of how grateful you were to have such a homely and calm companion. in fact, seishiro nagi was slumber personified. laying on crisp white sheets, an abundantly oversized duvet blocking the soft light entering through the window, fuzzy socks tickling each other's ankles, he wished he could hold more of you in his hands.

autumn was not in fact the season of productivity, for all the time you spent with him was mostly leisurely or plain napping. over the time you spent with him you grew accustomed to the pulsating neon lights inside your local arcade. the constant chatter, dings and pings from games around you and the distinct smell of sugar burning had their own charm. and be it bowling, air hockey or atari, whatever it was you did your lungs couldn't catch a break from the constant laughter the two of you let out.

he too wished to commemorate the time you spent together but it was mostly through obtaining the highest scores he could, hoping to have your names appear together on the leaderboard. he didn't seem to be the persistent, competitive type usually but with you he was different. you didn't change him intentionally yet you were glad he gave you so much attention. he was patient when teaching you tips and tricks, kind even when you didn't understand after millions of trials, witty when you started to get frustrated and above all, rewarding when you achieved your goal. rewards consisted of him pushing your cheeks in and kissing your forehead for much longer than was socially acceptable. but who cares what others think right? he didn't seem to mind, so why should you?

when you parted he seemed just as indifferent about it as you were. but he missed you. deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly. or maybe it was but a moment in time he had grown fond of. nothing more, right?

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when the winter nights obfuscated the withering sun prematurely the only way to keep warm was to allow rin itoshi to hold you as if you were an extension of him. logs of wood burned away letting sparks of fire bite into the frosty air but this did not help rid your nose of the dusty red colour it adorned. at least you could blame it on the cold.

you didn't expect him to be such a good and avid baker. you swore he was the stoic, brooding type. seems you were wrong. the kitchen perpetually smelled of cinnamon, freshly baked bread and addictive sugar cookies. but apparently your eating wasn't enough, you had to help. soon you found your hands sticking to the viscous dough, flour powdering your face and chocolate chips rolling off the counter. it was a grand mess. in the end the process didn't matter because the oven sorted it all. the whole ordeal made you realise just how little you knew of him. it triggered the curiosity in you. promptly, the questions started rolling in. so many questions it drove him sick.

literally. his already red nose was burning brighter and his forehead stung whenever you touched it. the world around him shook. you had never felt the urge to take care of your companions before. you'd bring him a cold towel and air his surroundings allowing him fresh air. he tried pushing you away whenever you approached him. he worried you too would catch whatever he had. but were you not his in sickness and in health? perhaps the winter will stay.

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or maybe not. after all, each season brought around different people as your companion. ends are ends.

#CW: NOT PROOFREAD #i hate it #“BREATHING YOU IN”????? GIRL BFFR EWW #also idc if nagi's fav month is spring he reminds me of autumn #same with isagi idc if he likes autumn he's a spring boy !!! #isagi x you #bllk isagi #isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi #isagi x reader #isagi headcanons #isagi blue lock #isagi fluff #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #bachira fluff #blue lock bachira #bachira headcanons #nagi x you #nagi x reader #seishiro nagi #nagi blue lock #nagi bllk #nagi fluff #rin itoshi #blue lock rin #itoshi rin #rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x reader