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#the kitchen harbors so much love... I just very much appreciate the kitchen
espinosaurusrexex · 11 months
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Mind Reader (Bingo Game)
!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!
BuckyBarnes x Enhanced!Female!Reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: pining, fluff, Bucky being very sweet but also self-sabotaging, language
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It started off like a whisper. You weren’t used to whispers. Normally, people talked to themselves in moderate volumes. Who would be afraid of their own thoughts after all? But Bucky was different. He was so different, in fact, that you had mistaken his thoughts for something entirely else. 
You should go over to them, be part of the group. I can’t.
They were like conversations. But not like thoughts usually were. More like a constant...
No wonder nobody likes you. You’re a coward.
...fight.
Shut up.
You looked up at Bucky who was shaking his head with a frown over at the other end of the room. Wanda and Sam were standing by the window talking, laughing. Bucky was never part of it and it saddened you a little. Especially because he was actually very sweet. He just never showed it. But that’s why you liked to occasionally listen to his thoughts. 
That was very well said, Steve. Good job.
It made you smile. And even though you had promised the team not to do it, sometimes, you couldn’t help yourself. He was just...
I like that braid Natasha did today, maybe she can braid my hair like that too.
...so...
This is the best food I’ve ever tasted. Wow, Sam.
..cute.
And that’s why you did it occasionally.
You got up from your seat at the kitchen island and walked over to the sink. Bucky stepped aside to give you space. He was still a little timid around everyone. You talked to him frequently though, trying to include him in activities and general conversation to make sure he didn’t feel left out. And he appreciated it. 
“Thank you,” you whispered before passing him to leave the room.
Oh, wow. She smells very good. Don’t be a creep.
You bit back a smile before leaving, your heart skipping a small beat before settling in its pace again. Bucky was so endearing with his little compliments. But he would never dare say them out loud - not with that condescending voice he harbored as well.
You wanted to do something about it, but you also knew it would reveal your little secret of occasional drop-ins to his mind. And you were sure this was a boundary you couldn’t cross with Bucky yet. Steve? Sure, what was he going to do about it? Sam would probably close his ears to prevent you from listening to his thoughts - he didn’t think a lot of times... Nat would probably not mind at all, but Bucky? No, you didn’t know what it would do to him. 
So you restrained. But it became harder and harder with time as Bucky’s thoughts turned in a direction neither of you had expected. 
She looks so pretty today. 
He was subtle at first, surprised by his own mind but somehow content. Over time, you looked at him afterward, he smiled, a small blush creeping over his cheeks to his ears. It was adorable. 
He noticed things nobody else did. He had attention to detail, and he was so interested in the smallest of things you did. 
Did she put on eyeshadow? Her eyes are shining. Not for you.
But it was always there, at the end of each compliment - ready to destroy the little warmth he spread in your heart - that voice. That annoying, down-talking, and toxic voice his mind hosted and that was nothing like the Bucky he revealed to the outside. 
I wish I could hold her hand. She will run away from you.
Your heart clenched with every day his mind ruined the few soft moments Bucky allowed himself. You wanted to just grab him, squish him tight and tell that stupid voice to shut up. Because you did want to hold his hand during movie nights, or that day he noticed your new nail polish, or the time your fingers brushed against his when he handed you a mug. And it was killing you, tearing you apart from the constant tug of war his mind was playing. 
You wanted to hear the compliments he thought of but at the same time, the flip side of his thoughts became more painful every time. Still, you challenged him, walked past him closer, looked at him longer, talked to him more - just to feel the goosebumps building when his kind words reached your mind. Unfortunately... just for them to be destroyed right after.
Her lips look so soft. I bet she’s a good kisser. Fucking creep.
So, you eventually got so used to listening, it became more and more difficult to distinguish thought from spoken words with time. You couldn’t stop, though, it was too thrilling - too nice to be appreciated.
You found yourself lingering in spaces Bucky was more often. Not necessarily talking, just being in the same place, stealing glances, listening to his mind - finding calm in the soothing tone of his silent monologues... however condescending they ended up being. 
Right now, you were doing exactly that: Sitting in the common room, reading a magazine while Bucky sat across from you, mindlessly opening and closing his book, but you knew he wasn’t reading...
Imagine what it would be like to just be able to go over and sit next to her.
You smiled, biting your cheeks immediately.
Calling her my girl... Jesus, I don’t think I know how dating works anymore.
You stole a glance at him, but Bucky was looking down quickly, tracing the cover of his book with his index finger. 
You will never find love again... that’s ok, it’s too overwhelming anyway.
This time, you had to will yourself to keep your eyes on the page. They hadn’t moved over a single word for the entire time. You shook your head, took a deep breath, and tried to actually read. Bucky’s mind was silent for some time, and as much as you liked hearing him, it was nice to not experience his sad thoughts.
After a while, you began to actually read. The article was actually somewhat entertaining, you should have done it sooner. Your eyes flew over the page, eating up the meaning behind the latest internet trend, your fingers flipping to the next page.
That outfit looks so good on her. That’s her color. I wish I had a color.
“It’s cerulean,” you laughed absentmindedly, your eyes nearing the end of the page.
“What?” Oh my god.
Oh shit. Your head shot up immediately, sight panic surging up your spine. “The answer for my crossword.” Close call.
You’d think that after this accident, you had gotten more careful, maybe stopped reading his mind so much. But something always drew you towards him. When Bucky was in the room, even Peter's weird and random rabbit hole thoughts seemed to move in the background. 
You craved Bucky’s thoughts - they excited you, made you feel like no one else’s compliments ever did - so you didn't stop. But today, you actually wished you had...
Bucky’s mind was particularly gruesome today. He and Steve had just come back from a rather frustrating mission. Many pedestrians were injured, no targets contained - and it made the bad voice in his head take over. 
You’re such a failure, Steve risked his life to save you and for what? For you to fuck it all up again. 
The common room was empty when you heard it. You were the only one in the adjacent kitchen, Bucky’s thoughts preceding his entrance by a few seconds. When he entered, he stopped in his tracks, looked at you, and let a small “Hi.” Slip past his lips.
“Hey,” you responded sadly. There was no compliment today. His mind went back to his prior train of thought immediately. 
“How are you?” You carefully asked to loosen the awkwardness, but Bucky just turned to the fridge with a gruff mumble.
“Fine.”
It would have probably been better for everyone if Hydra just had had its ways with me. Had me die of all the torture eventually. Then all of this would have never happened. 
Tears sprung to your eyes at his thoughts. But it was even worse, you couldn’t help him - he had never really told you and it was eating you alive. 
Everyone is just better off without me...
And then a slight sniffle escaped you, the tears running freely as you imagined Bucky not being part of your life. It was so sad that he couldn’t see how important he was to all of you. You especially. He had made your life at the compound so much brighter, was a thing you always looked forward to as a part of your day.
"Are you okay?” Bucky turned immediately, his eyes going wide when he saw your distraught face. You fucking idiot, of course she’s not okay. It’s probably your fault, too. 
“Stop!”
“Stop what?” He moved closer. “Stop what?”
“The arguing, the- the constant downplay.” You wiped your tears but there was no use, fresh ones were already replacing them. 
“Doll, I don’t know what you-”
You shook his frame, your hands wrapping around his biceps. “I need you! Nobody would be happier if you were dead!”
It was dead silent for a moment. You could watch as the confusion shook from Bucky’s face with every jolt you were giving him. But you didn’t care. It was enough - he was enough. 
When your hands finally let go, Bucky cleared his throat, his eyes, however, never left yours.
"So you do read my thoughts.” 
“I-“ but your mouth was faster than your mind. You didn't know what to tell him. You had promised the team to never do it. You knew it was a breach of privacy, a breaking of trust. Your head hung low as you avoided Bucky’s eyes. They weren’t furious, or confused - really, nothing you had imagined them to be if he ever found out. He was kind of... calm. As if something had been lifted off his shoulders - it must have been the closure you provided him with. 
You dared to glance up again just to be met with that confusing look of his again, and the fact he wasn’t saying a thing made you panic. “I’m sorry, I was too curious. Because every time I...” You sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. There was no use in defending your actions. “I’m sorry. I promised not to read your minds and I did it anyways. That’s not okay.”
But Bucky didn’t seem to listen to the words tumbling over your tongue in desperation. His brows were scrunched when his eyes flicked to the ceiling and then back to you. What the hell was this about?
“If you heard that... did you also hear my... you know...” Oh. Right. The compliments. How could you have forgotten? They were the very reason you were in this situation right now. 
You breathed in deeply. “Yeah.” And it felt a lot better now that it had all been said. 
“Oh.” Bucky’s cheeks tainted in pink when he turned in place awkwardly. But even though the kitchen was massive, there was no real hiding from you. 
You watched as he shuffled in front of you, shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and looked anywhere but at you. And it reminded you of the Bucky only you got to experience in secret. The one whose thoughts never left that brain of his and it warmed you from the inside out again. 
“Thank you,” you finally whispered, careful not to chase him away. Because it looked like he was about to bolt, though something was keeping him from doing so.
“For what?” Big blue orbs found yours again, intrigue and confusion weaving through his features - it was adorable.
You bit your lip. “All the compliments. You’re very charming, you know?” Part of you wondered if the old Bucky - 40s Bucky - was just like this. Innocently sweet, maybe with a hint of shameless flirting though. “You are such a great person, Bucky. If the others could hear how incredibly attentive you are. They would love to have you around more.”
Your hand reached out to touch his arm and the blush on his cheeks deepened.
“I’ll try,” he smiled, the tension from before seemingly forgotten in the vast kitchen.
You smiled as well, riding on a wave of confidence when you leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his heated cheek.
Sweet Jesus, I think I’ll pass out. 
You just chuckled and left. The other conversation hanging in the room had to wait for now. First, you wanted to see Bucky mingle with the crowd, get comfortable, then, you’d work on finally making him yours. 
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haylzcyon · 1 year
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Right Now, You're Mine
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Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader
Summary: When The Mandalorian seeks you out after losing something very important to him, he is a different man than the one you knew years ago. 
WC: 2.8k
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI angst, old feelings, helmet comes off!, fingering (f receiving), unprotected P-in-V sex, that’s pretty much it - it’s all soft y’all and I have no regrets.
A/N: I have been needing soft!Din for a while, and this is that. It is a little angsty at first but also is just very, very soft smut. Takes place after The Mandalorian S2, but before TBOBF. Un-beta’d. As always, comments & feedback are highly appreciated. 💚
READER NOTE: I have labeled this as fem!reader, but there are no physical descriptors or pronouns/gender specific language included. If I missed something or this should be tagged differently, please let me know so I can fix it!
A03
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The last time you saw him, he was different. 
Cold, quiet, sharp. 
You were none of those things - but you were different then, too. 
Now, the armored man towering in your doorway has changed. His chest heaves and the energy surging off the beskar he wears fills your small apartment so thickly you find it hard to breathe until he speaks. 
"I- It took me a while. To find you." 
His voice is strained and trepid through the modulator in his helmet. Leaning against your pathetic excuse for a kitchen counter and folding your arms, you steel your face and lick your lips. 
"How did you?" you ask.
He doesn't respond, his breathing evening out at the sound of your voice. 
Right, you think, bounty hunter. 
"Well," you say, rolling your eyes as you drop your arms and lift your hands noncommittally, "not much to find these days." 
Reading people hasn't always been your strong suit, and the Mandalorian has never been an exception. You can't place the intense emotion he's brought with him - it's not anger, you've witnessed that. This is something else, something less violent but impossibly more overwhelming.
The hunter's boots take two wide steps and he's beside you, gloves palm down on the strip of counter lining the sink. 
Swallowing hard, you turn your body to face him and narrow your eyes at the side of the helmet, its visor now trained on the mug and spoon laid inside the basin. 
"You're…different," you say without thinking, to which he responds with a nod. 
"Life has changed," he says, giving the edge of the countertop a tight grip before turning to face you, "This is why I wanted to find you. I- I'm sorry. For what happened. I didn't know what I was doing, and I did not think I needed that- or anyone." 
The words sting as they dredge up long suppressed sentiments and you flinch, but his inflection softens the blow. You've never heard him speak this way before - his voice soft and earnest, but still strained and foreign-sounding as it comes through his helmet. 
A light scoff escapes you as you roll your eyes, this time in frustration at yourself and to combat the tears you feel welling in their corners. 
"You don’t need to apologize, Mando. I understand. "This is The Way'," you quote to him, no venom in your tone. It's true - his rejection had been heart wrenching, but you had come to terms with his reasoning a long time ago. 
Things had ended painfully, but mostly of your own doing. Months spent together on his Razor Crest brewed strong desire within you - not just for his body, but for the mysterious heart you knew resided beneath the armor. 
A desire he was incapable of reciprocating. 
Even so, you couldn't stop yourself from laying your feelings out to him after a particularly dicey job and a night in a cantina. He was direct with you then - a firm "this cannot happen" in that slightly robotic voice still rings in your ears when you let your mind linger about him late some nights. 
But, you knew. You knew from the moment you'd begun harboring love for him that it was going to end that way - but it hadn't kept you from leaving while spitting harsh words and dropping tears on the durasteel floors of his ship like they might preserve a piece of you there with him.
When you think of that night, you try not to remember the words you said. 
"I think I'm the one who should apologize, actually," you say, tilting your head down as you start to scrape at your cuticles. 
No words leave his lips, but he reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes snap back to the visor, furrowing your brow as you wish desperately to find the expression on his face. 
Was it in agreement? Sympathy? Understanding? Pity? 
“No, I thought I could- that I wanted to be alone. And you…scared me.”
The notion that anything about you would strike fear in the Mandalorian was laughable, but there was no humor in his tone. Your heart starts to race, putting the meaning behind his words together in your mind like assembling puzzle pieces that don’t quite fit - like one is missing. 
“I lost someone. A foundling - he meant more to me than I ever thought possible. And my Creed…and I-” he cuts himself off and your heart aches at the pain you hear in his voice. From anyone else, such small words could never have softened you so quickly, but from him - you recognize the meaning and what they infer. A monumental transformation within the man. 
A foundling? And his Creed? You can't be sure about what he says entails, but his grief is palpable. 
Stars, what happened to him?  
The glove slips off your shoulder, trailing south towards your elbow and gripping you tighter. 
“I don’t want to do this alone, anymore.” 
Moving slowly, giving you time to step away, he closes the distance between you. Your mouth parts in a soft gasp when his free hand reaches your face, his thumb swiping away a single tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. 
“Cyar’ika,” he murmurs as you close your eyes. Cold beskar presses to your cheek and you feel arms wrap around you, a large hand covering the back of your head and gloved fingertips pressing into your skull. When your body returns the embrace and your hands grasp at his sides, you’re close enough to hear a deep, shaky exhale from beneath his helmet. 
So quietly he can barely hear it, you whisper into his cuirass, “Okay.” 
Holding him tighter, but pulling away enough to fix your eyes where his should be, you try to conjure words that might soothe the broken man in your arms. There is much you want to say, want to ask, but now is not that time. You don’t need his explanations tonight - you just need him. 
“I’m sorry about your child…and your Creed.”
His shoulders slump as his hands drop to your waist, pulling you closer still. Bringing his helmet down to rest against your forehead, he lets out another unsteady breath.
“Thank you,” he whispers, fatigue lacing the words. 
“Do- do you want to stay?” 
The man swallows hard, and you feel the slip of cool beskar across your forehead when he nods. 
Confusion hasn’t vacated your thoughts - but you don’t care. Electricity thrums through your skin and into the air surrounding the two of you when you reach for his hands. He lets one fall to his side and holds both of yours in the other as you lead him to your small cot in the corner of the room. 
When you take a seat on the edge of the bed, Mando kneels before you instead of joining in the small space on your side. His visor stays trained on your face as you glance at hands removing their gloves, and your breath catches at the sight of tan skin beneath them. When he brings one to your jaw and skims his thumb across your bottom lip, you both inhale sharply at the contact. 
"I shouldn't have let you leave," he says. The sentence is rimmed with regret, but his voice drops an octave on the last word and sends what feels like thruster-fire to your core. 
Resting his other hand on your thigh and tilting his head, he tries to focus on the piercing look in your eyes, to marvel at the way you're reacting to him, but the shockwave of heat and wanting that courses through him now is impossible to ignore. 
Licking your lips and shaking your head, you place your hand on his and trail gentle routes across his skin, carefully lifting the fabric of his sleeve to circle soothing fingertips around his wrist. Your touch feels somehow white hot and ice cold at the same time, sending a shiver through his body. 
“It’s okay,” you whisper again and give his hand a reassuring squeeze when you raise the other and place it on the side of his helmet. He leans into your hold, and your body aches at the deep and unsatisfying urge to kiss the man in front of you. 
“Come here,” you say, slipping your legs up onto the mattress and sliding back towards the wall to make room for him. He stands, and you feel his hesitation as he stares down at you. 
“Can you…kill the lights?”
The ever deepening timbre of his voice is doing little to quell your ever quickening heart. You know he must notice the way your chest is rising and falling now, but you try to push aside insecurity and just nod, reaching to the wall behind you and pressing the button that cuts the flow of electricity to the artificial lighting. 
Bathed in darkness, your ears pick up the sound of hands over fabric and the clink of armor being set gingerly onto the duracrete floor. Listening intently, you don���t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you feel the cot sink lower under his weight and hear his.
His breathing. Unmodulated. 
You gasp, unable to find words when his hand comes to rest on the slope between your shoulder and jaw and his bare forehead nudges against yours. The smell of metal and something spicy - which your brain immediately registers as the same scent of soap he used to keep in the Crest’s refresher - overtakes your senses and it’s all you can do but to reach up and grasp the sleeve of his shirt as he smooths his thumb over your neck.
“So soft…” he mutters, his rich voice and hot breath on your face pulling a whimper from your chest and increasing the goosebumps across your skin that haven’t eased up since the light left the room. 
The sound you make sends what feels like all the blood in his body to his cock and he stifles a grunt. 
“Is this- Are you okay?” he asks, acutely aware of how heavy the air covering you both now is, and you nod as you let out a small, breathy laugh.
“Yes, Mando. I’m okay with…” you exhale, suddenly feeling unsure if he is reading your current position in the same way your body is, “whatever you want.” 
The groan that leaves his lips is filthy and quickly dispels your uncertainty. 
“Fuck,” the curse leaves his mouth and before you can react his lips are on yours, crushing at first before he eases back slightly and kisses you in a way that you’ve never experienced. It’s somewhat uncoordinated and you feel hair on his upper lip scrape against yours, but he is tender and hot and you feel as if he’s attempting to give you everything with it - his body, his Creed, himself. 
Your hand ghosts its way up his arm and over his shoulder until you find his face. Groaning over your mouth once your fingers reach more scratchy facial hair on his jaw, you part your lips and his tongue finds its way to meet yours. The kiss turns languid but your heart beats faster as you graze your palms through thick, curly hair and feel his own hands start to wander your body. 
The ache and throb between your thighs is severe, and you scoot forward to close the small distance between your bodies. A hand shoots down to grip your thigh and guide it up and over his own, bringing your core directly against his rock-hard length. 
The roll of your hips is involuntary, your body’s reaction to being so close to the man you’ve yearned for, and he pulls his lips away to curse under his breath again. 
“Mando, please,” you whine, fingers entwining in his hair and rolling your hips to seek out anything that might dampen the intense pressure building at your center. Moaning, his hand meets your shoulder and gently pushes you onto your back before following a trail down your side and resting on your stomach. 
He leans into your lips again, catching them once before pulling away and gritting out, “Din.”
Fingers gliding across the skin of your midriff beneath the hem of your shirt distract you, but you mutter, “What?”
“My name. Din. You can call me that, if you want.”
“Din,” you say with a sharp exhale. Maker, he would choose now to finally tell me his name.
“Din, please. Touch me.” 
His weight shifts and then he covers you, lips crashing in a fervor and his hands making quick work of unbuttoning your shirt. Din’s breath is shaky when his hand finally makes its way beneath your waistband and dips precariously into the pool of slick that’s gathered in your folds. 
But you arch your back and moan loudly when a fingertip nudges your swollen clit, and Din loses his semblance of composure. 
As he sets a pace of circles around your bundle of nerves and his lips and teeth find the expanse of skin between your breasts and jaw, the heat now burning relentlessly through you draws your hands to him, working on the buttons of his trousers until his cock springs free from them. As soon as your palm wraps around his length, he plunges a finger deep inside you and a synchronized groan leaves both of your chests. 
“Fuck, I-,” Din moans as you begin to pump your fist around his length and his lips find your ear, “feel so good, mesh’la.”
His words and breath in your ear cause you to tighten around his finger and whimper, and he adds another while quickening the steady movements over your clit. Another moan and lips that find your nipple send you over the edge, fluttering around his digits and crying out for him. 
“Mesh’la,” he repeats, and though you don’t know the meaning of the word, you don’t miss the reverence his voice places around it. Reaching out to find the hem of his shirt, you pull it up over his head and lean forward to catch his lips again. 
“Please Din,” you whine between kisses, “need you now.”
The sound that comes from his chest is closer to a growl than a moan, but you hear the desperation behind it that matches what you feel in your own body. Kicking off his trousers before helping to remove the remainder of yours, he moves to lay on top of you and places his lips on your neck while gently rocking his hips, just barely gliding his cock through the wet evidence of your orgasm that he was responsible for. 
It’s too much. Unable to accommodate the absence of him inside of you any longer, you reach a hand between your bodies to line him up to your entrance. He pulls away from your neck, and you’re able to just make out his silhouette over you before he snaps his hips forward, burying himself into your pussy in one sharp movement. 
You both moan loudly together again, and he holds himself there as you adjust to the stretch. You’re so warm and tight around him, and he nearly chokes when you whimper his name.
“Maker, you feel so good,” you breathe out, “please, Din.”
The roll of his hips is relentless once he obliges, and the way his hands roam over your bare skin with a gentleness that doesn’t correspond with the thrusts he’s bestowing upon you finds you approaching your crest at a slower, but still substantial speed. 
Din wasn’t sure how long he could last once inside of you - he had no idea how perfect your pussy would feel until he was too far gone. The noises you make and the way you begin to clench around him has the man completely out of his mind, unable to think about anything besides you and how utterly helpless he is for you.
You, the beautiful and funny mechanic who had been happy to help with whatever his outdated and technically illegal ship needed for a fair wage. You, who he had seen give your last handful of credits to a hungry family on Nevarro the first night he met you. You, who sometimes snorted when you laughed and who teased him about his aversion to droids and who sang in the ‘fresher and who deserved so, so much more than what the galaxy has given you.
As you cry out his name one last time and he feels your body tense around him, he lets out a choked groan and spills himself inside you, falling to place his forehead on yours again as you both ride out your highs on each other. 
Pulling your lips in for another kiss, Din feels you smile against him and he can’t help but return the sentiment. 
You do deserve better - and he will do whatever it takes to give it to you. 
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solarrue · 1 year
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Genshin Character In A Relationship With You HC’s
Characters; Ayato, Diluc, Xiao, Ei, Ayaka, Scaramouche, Ningguang and Zhongli^-^
REQUESTS; OPEN!
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Ayato;
He would compliment you all the time, even when you look like you’ve crawled out of a dumpster, but you love him for that.
Ayato buys you a lot of gifts, it could be jewelry, a book, or something he made himself when he had the time to, and that makes your heart flutter every time.
He loves spending quality time with you. He might not have so much free time because of his work, but he tries to spend his time with you as much as he can, and that’s good enough for you.
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Diluc;
Diluc loves to walk with you, whether it be late at night or very early in the morning.
Very protective over you. He doesn’t want you to walk alone at night in case something happens, and if someone talks to you or touches you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, be ready for them to get a real beating.
Loves when you sit beside him when he does some paperwork.
Spoils you to the point where it’s literally too much.
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Xiao;
I expect him to be secretly watching you from a distance, not in a creepy way, but to make sure you’re safe.
Whenever you give him a kiss or hug him, he would kind of get tongue tied, and blush a lot.
Xiao would also get you small gifts which he places on your front door, it’s either flowers which he picked for you, or his favorite dish, or something else. There is always a note attached to the gift.
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Ei;
Just like Diluc, she loves to take walks with you. Her favorite place is through Inazuma City, trying new foods or just taking a stroll with you.
Would try to cook for you, but she always ends up failing and almost burning the whole kitchen down. You still appreciate it anyways.
She loves talking to you, Ei finds your voice very soothing. You two could talk about anything for hours without getting bored.
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Ayaka;
She would send little letters to you everyday, reminding you that she loves you so much.
Ayaka loves to hold your hand, no matter what you are doing she will hold it. She also becomes such a blushing mess when you kiss her, hiding behind her fan because of it.
She performs for you so much, that you know all of her dances by heart now, but you don’t care. You love watching her dance. The way she moves so elegantly really dazzles you.
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Scaramouche;
I feel like Scara would be kind of distant at the start of the relationship, like being very stiff when you hug him, not knowing what to do when you compliment him, that sort of stuff. He does warm up eventually though.
Would literally beat the shit out of anyone who disrespects you, like without a second thought, the person would be half-dead in two seconds.
Somewhat possessive, he doesn’t really get that jealous, because he trusts you enough, but sometimes he does get jealous to the point that he must drag you out of the conversation you were having.
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Ningguang;
Even though she’s a very busy woman, she tries her best to spend time with you whenever she can, but it’s not for too long.
Whenever she has her off days, you two either walk around Liyue Harbor hand in hand, just stay home cuddling in bed or something else. She always allows you to choose.
Spoils you 24/7, even when you say you don’t need so much stuff, she buys you even more, to the point where you have to ask her to stop.
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Zhongli;
Zhongli loves your company, you two could just be sitting in complete silence, reading separately in your books and still enjoy it.
Sitting with him at Third-Round Knockout, drinking some tea and listening to different kinds of stories is one of his favorite things to do with you.
He is a gentleman. Always holding the door for you, asking you about your day, giving you his coat when it’s raining, protecting you from weird ass people you might come across. That sort of stuff.
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kookieswan · 8 months
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Shades of Us - Suga Puff
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Poly!NamGi x Reader
Word Count: 700+ words
Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, a nice mix of Angst, Fluff, and Humor! Established relationship this time around.
Warnings: MC is a little stressed out, nothing major though! Just the usual college horrors.
Notes: A request from my baby @sugarflywme. I hope you like it love ♥️🤍
Find the Shades of Us Masterlist here! 🎨
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“What… the… fuck…?” You blink once, twice, thrice at the absolute masterpiece that sits in your living room as you waddle out of your bedroom, blanket clutched tightly around yourself. It’s still a complete mess, the floor covered in newspaper and splattered paint, brushes strewn about as you hastily tried to make something work. Tried to make anything work.
Nothing worked though. Nothing and Yoongi and Joon had watched in worry as you nearly ripped your hair out in frustration. It should have been a simple abstract painting for your Painting III level class and instead it turned into a sad little blob of hatred.
They tried their best to support you, quietly giving you food or refilling your coffee when it ran out, and you appreciate it so damn much. They had even tried to give pointers, Yoongi especially insightful since he has his toes more than dipped into the art world… But this…
“So in my defense, I told big titties over here that he was adding too much pink.” You shuffle closer to the canvas, rubbing your eyes in hopes that the pink fluffy blob will turn into something else. It does not.
“You can never have enough pink! It looks good still…?” Namjoon steps closer behind you, keeping a safe distance as you finally stand directly in front of the easal. When you had left it last night, the painting was something of a sky. A very swirly messed up sky, but still a sky with clouds and something akin to the aurora borealis. Now…
“It looks like a flamingo puked on it.” It does. There’s an obscene amount of pinks and some purple swatched in, and upon closer inspection, the blob has little wings… and a face. It has a fucking face that looks strangely like UwU.
“We named it ‘Suga Puff’. He is friendly and likes cheese.” Of course he likes cheese. That would explain the little yellow dot on the side of its mouth. Turning to look back at your boyfriends, the way they immediately cringe would be apparent to anyone. To be fair, you’re not sure if you want to laugh hysterically or cry till you dry up.
“… Thank you for adding in Suga Puff. He’s very… Charming.” You all stare at each other for a solid ten seconds before you burst into laughter, unable to contain all the emotions that you’ve been harboring the past few days. They laugh with you until you start to cry, their faces turning to horror before they’re both on you, your blanket dropping to the ground.
“Oh no baby we’re so sorry it’s okay please don’t cry-“ Joon starts rambling, effectively embracing both you and Yoongi as the smaller man holds you close and kisses the side of your head. He doesn’t say a word but his silence is a comfort on its own. He knows how stressful your art courses can be, you’ve seen him lose his shit before. Sometimes it’s just better to let it all out.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s so cute and I think it’s adorable and your were just trying to help…” Namjoon hugs you tighter for a second before loosening his grip, allowing Yoon to pull back. He kisses your cheek while Namjoon leans in and kisses the other, both of your boyfriends finally smiling, dimpled and gummy, as you giggle quietly.
“No need to apologize sweetheart. We’ll help you whip up something new, you still have a week. Now, how about we eat breakfast, yeah?” You hum and nod, Namjoon leading you over to the couch while Yoongi wanders over to the kitchen. You honestly couldn’t ask for better boyfriends…
“Do you losers want pancakes or waffles? Or both?” You call back that you want strawberry pancakes, partially because you love them and partially because Yoongi does too. Plopping down on the couch, you lean into Joon, eyes appraising the beautiful art work your loves crafted from your mistakes. In all honesty, it actually is pretty darn cute.
“I hope you know I’ll be hanging that up in the living room for everyone to see. I’m quite proud of our collaboration.” Namjoon nods proudly to himself, a long arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you in. You cuddle closer, quietly smiling to yourself as Yoongi yells about potentially burning the house down.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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noodles-n-soba · 2 years
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What a normal day with the Genshin boys would be like
Characters: Bennet, Tartaglia, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Razor, Thoma, Xiao, Venti, Zhongli
A/n: I've been thinking about separating these kind of headcanons in different parts, since they're always very very long. What do you guys think, do you prefer reading them in one post, or different parts? :)
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Bennett
"Benny's adventure team! Going out for a stroll."
The team only consists of you and Bennett to be honest..
The mornings are peaceful, whenever he's still asleep. You prepare breakfast for the two of you
The moment he comes in the kitchen, there's this eerie presence around him.. But you try ignoring it, knowing it's probably his bad luck
Experienced with these situations, you place his plate on the table.. Avoiding him taking it from you.. Since he manages to ALWAYS drop the plates.. But that's just his bad luck. Again.
Throughout the day the two of you explore around a bit.. Finding chests, beating up Hilichurls..
The fact that when you open chests you receive all the goodies like weapons and mora, and when he opens chest he'll only find vegetables is literally SO weird.. Like how?!?!
You manage to calm him down when he is throwing around the 60th chest he opened, filled with nothing but a single radish.
"Its just so.. Unfair!"
He's used to this, and believe me.. He's very happy for you that you get all the good stuff, but at some rate his patience runs out
So the two of you do something else, like beating up Hypostates.. Except the Pyro one. I feel like he'll burst into tears when he realizes his attacks don't do anything..
The two of you return to Mondstadt, and lucky enough you have made reservations!!! Or you cook something again, but the Good Hunter's food smelled really good when the two of you walked by..~
Will tell you about all his troubles and thoughts
Will also thank you for having so much patience with him and that he really appreciates to finally have someone at his side who doesn't leave him!!
Well, at least you haven't been struck by lightning yet.. Soo, it's all fine. (Even if you'd get struck, you made a promise you would stay with him..)
After you are home, you take care of his wounds and kisses the bandaged places
Tells you that he loves you for the 400th time that day..
The two of you will always be tired as heck when you return from your adventures..  So, you fall asleep on his chest almost immediately when the two of you lay on a couch or a bed..
Tartaglia
Even if he doesn't have time for his poor brother Teucer, he will force a spot in his agenda for you
He's a very very busy man, and you know that to be honest.. So you will try to bother him as less as you can
But  he'll always complain about you not bothering him.. He loves it when you're acting like you're annoyed for some reason.
"Eehh.. (Y/n), aren't you missing my love and affection?!"
You will stay by his side to help him out whenever you can, even though he tells you it's dangerous work he performs.
You insist, since you're a "fighter" (Your words, not his..)
He will carry out his tasks while protecting you... And damn he does a fine job at that..
Whenever he pushes himself over his limit, you're the one that carries him back to Liyue Harbor to visit a doctor from the Fatui..
When its late, will give you a bag of money to spend on food, clothing,  everything.
You said you refused to take the money.. Which he answered "You will~" on.
So you placed the bag on a place he wouldn't look, only to return it after you bought your groceries to prepare a meal.. And some other clothes you like
While you are on the market, done with everything.. You grasp your wallet out of your bag.. Only to find a bag of money.
"How did he-?"
Well seems like whenever you try to hand it back, he somehow manages to sneak it into your bag without you noticing it?!
Most of the time you're back home earlier than him, so you will already start preparing diner.
You wont notice he has been looking at you for a minute or 3, looking so beautiful while doing the very thing you're good at.
Will press a kiss on your cheek, followed by a kiss in the neck.. And than he'll hand you over a present.. Because this man has an "I need to give (Y/n) a present. Everyday." Mindset. AND ITS CUTE.
Will help you finish cooking, but I feel like he doesn't know how to cook... He'll just go with the flow~
When the two of you are done, you'll either go to bed or look at the stars outside..  Lying on the grass. He'll embrace you and cuddle with you
He'll tell you about Snezhnaya and his family..  How dear they are to him and how he actually hates working for the Fatui.
You always try to stay awake, but most of the time it'll be late in the night.. So you drift off to sleep.
Whenever he sees this, he'll carry you to bed while he thinks about his day, telling you how beautiful you are and how happy he is to have you..
The two of you lay in bed, he pulls you close and also he eventually falls asleep
Diluc
He wakes up early in the morning.. Sadly enough.
When you wake up, he's always gone already
Sometimes he accidentally wakes you up whenever he's crawling out of bed.. Than you embrace him once more before letting him go..
He'll always press a kiss on your cheek, awake or asleep and will never miss a day.
You have a habit of visiting him at work.. And he loves it.
Even though he's busy, he'll find a way to chat with you.. For example, telling you to sit at the bar instead of a table..~
Since you've been missing him quite frequently, you decided you would help him in the Dawn Winery with paperwork and stuff every evening. This way the two of you could be together some more
Will take you out for diner, that's one of the things that he won't forgot to do for you.. He has to do at least one thing to treat you like his king/queen
Will apologize sometimes for his absence..
"(Y/n).. My love, I'm so sorry for never being by your side that much.. Even though I wished for a better situation, I cannot change this fate.."
You always tell him not to worry and that you understand it. He's a busy man, no possibility in denying that..?
After the two of you are done in the evening, sorted out all the paperwork and filed everything neatly, the two of you head home.. Sometimes you hold his hand, sometimes you don’t. But you surely know you missed his touch.
The two of you have such deep conversations when walking home.. Like, every day you discover some tragic backstory about him and Kaeya, or he'll tell you how he's really feeling.. And how much you cheer him up when he's down..
Arriving at your house, the two of you will head straight to bed
Not prepared for the next morning of him leaving early, having no one to rest your head on.. You hug him tight, hoping that one day he would still be laying there the next morning..
Gorou
"General Gorou of the Watatsumi Island resistance, ready and waiting!"
Every single morning he'll practice his speeches in the mirror when he wakes up..
Asking you, you were awake for quite a while by the way, how his speeches sound..
You'll be extremely honest, his words are never off.. So there's no need to fine tune them anymore
Will cuddle with you for a bit before dressing up to go and fight off the Shogun's army.
You actually help him prepare himself, taking care of his extremely fluffy tail, combing through his hair, giving his ears a rub, pampering his face with kisses when he whines because you touched his ears-
You'll quickly prepare breakfast for him, receiving kisses every time he passes you to get something.. And let me tell you, he passed you like six times this morning because he kept on forgetting his weaponry and equipment--
One more kiss before he leaves
"Be sweet while I'm gone (Y/n)! I'll be back home in an eyeblink!"
You know he's well trained, but you keep on worrying yourself sick.. What if something happens to him..?
Once you hear the war is over, your heart jumps around with joy..!
You literally rushed to their camp, completely soaked because of the rain and hugged Gorou tight- He will never EVER forget this moment..
After his victory, he still has to deal with Fatui and stuff.. But he will have more time for you :>
I feel like he'd love to bake with you, lazy cuddles are always a win, and train in your garden, and you'll just be one floor higher, leaning on the window sill and observing him running around and shooting down targets with a smile on your face
The days will always end with you wrapping your arms around his waist and requesting some cuddles and eating the snacks you made in the afternoon… Which he can't refuse..
Itto
Doing stupid stuff with Itto is an absolute no go-
But somehow he still convinces you to do that stuff that'll get the two of you in trouble
"(Y/nnn)!! My baby, it's the flow ya know.. The Arataki gang's flow..?? You get-what-I-mean-mean-what-I-say-you-know?!"
"You'll get the two of us in trouble.."
You and Kuki try to get Itto out of trouble whenever he did something very very unwise..
Since you're one of the few who can cook, you always prepare lunch instead of STEALING.  H M.
You have a habit of poking his beefy chest when talking, lecturing or teasing him..  But it's just as if he doesn't feel ANYTHING, or he just doesn't mind.
After lunch, Itto would most likely excuse himself to hang out with you alone.. Telling the rest of the men + Kuki that the two of you will be back later.
Itto will tell you about all his crazy plans he has in store, you just listen and shake your head in disappointment..  Not even because of the idea behind the plan, PURELY because he hasn't thought it through good enough..
"At least make sure you won't get caught.. Ugh."
Will laugh it off and wrap an arm around your shoulder
"Ah! (Y/n).. My cute little (Y/n).. You don't need to fret, I'm always careful!"
Proceeds to fail a few days later when executing the mission, you and Kuki have to bail him out of jail-
He will most likely sob about it at night, balled up and laying against you.. Apologizing for being a bad boyfriend ..
You'll comfort him like always, admitting he's an idiot.. But your idiot. :)
This will cheer him up LOADS, like INSTANTLY. So he'll turn the roles around, and now you're the one laying on his chest
Will hug you tight, like a bear hug!! And repeat to you thousands of times that he loves you.
Kaeya
Your life feels like a badly written fanfic with too much cheesiness when you're around this man..
He's so romantic- and such a tease.
The day starts with him waking up, seeing that you threw one leg over both of his, your arm over his chest and you just clinging onto his body for your dear life.. He'll just caress your cheek gently and chuckle
He'll wait till you wake up before he will start moving. Unless you will sleep till like, 12:00.. since he has his duties as a Knight of Favonius..
When you wake up, the first thing you will hear is a "Goodmorning starshine.. Hope the night treated you well~?".. Followed by a soft kiss on the forehead.
With that Kaeya will stand up, stretch and prepare himself for the day
"Hmm, are you waiting for me to come back in bed? I won't hesitate if you'd ask me for a quick round two..?"
Will leave you embarrassed- Like, always.. This man makes your heart beat like, crazy..
Will forget his lunch on purpose so that you will pass the headquarters to bring it to him, and to think this will always happen..
Whenever you straddle into the headquarters, you won't even ask your way around.. Kaeya will always be in his office,  except when he has commissions..
"Hmm, without a knock my dear (Y/n) just enters my office.. Should I be honored or..?"
You'll give him an eyeroll and hand him over his lunch.. The exact moment you are close to him, he'll pull you by the hand and make you sit on his lap
Since the door is closed, he doesn't worry about getting caught slacking off.. Or making out with you
Even if the door is open he'll quickly cover your face with kisses
Whenever he's out for a commission you'll wait for him to return, looking around in his stuff.. Since he gave you permission to do that, knowing you're curious
He'll always return when you least expect it and when your guard is at its lowest point
"Oh? You're snooping around my dear (Y/n)..? Are you searching something that reminds you of me? How cute.. Well, I'm here already.. ~"
Razor
This guy's day are decided in three things:
Sleep. Hunt. Socializing a bit.
In the morning you'll try your best to come to Wolvendom everyday, but combining your busy life being a knight and visiting him has formed a challenge for you
Whenever you do come, he'll act like a hella happy dog..
He'll lowkey be clingy and very overprotective.. Like, whenever a boar runs your way, his reflexes will immediately take you into his arms.. Or he'll kill the boar with one easy strike. But the first option is more romantic :)
Staring at the clouds and telling you what they remind him of is one of his favorite things to do in the afternoon.. And the fact that the two of you will be laying close to each other, maybe holding hands.. Or you just against his body, hugging him tight. All those small things make him appreciate his day a bit more.
He will cook for you, definitely.  If it's lunch or diner, whenever you are there.. He'll make you something delicious
On your request he adds veggies, even though he despises them..
"Green is bad.. if you eat green.. then I'll eat you."
You literally SPAT out all your food instantly, he was so confused about this tho.. Poor guy, thinking his cooking was bad..? He blamed the greens!! >:|
You actually never met his Lupical family, which saddens you. You understand that his Wolfpack could possibly be a but skeptical about humans, but.. Was that really that necessary with you being his S/O?
Will make you diner, afterwards he'll give you loads of snuggles as the two of you will lay on the soft green grass.
You will always fall asleep in his arms, and he'll carry you back to your house in Mondstadt without a struggle..
Since its late at night, nobody will actually notice him sneaking into your house through the window, walking up one floor and placing you on your bed
Will gently bump his forehead against yours, followed by an Eskimo kiss and will take his leave..
Hopes that you'll be back early again the next day~
Thoma
Most of the time he'll be found in the Kamisato residence.. Where he'll simply carry out his duties
Has asked Ayato if you could come and go whenever you felt like, and thankfully he gave you permission because you are Thoma's S/O
Ayato even offered you a place to stay in the residence.. So you and Thoma wouldn't be separated that much-
He'll wake up very early to prepare breakfast for Ayaka and Ayato.. And will always quickly surprise you with a nice breakfast in bed..
Will wake you up by kissing your face like thousands of times, when you slowly open your eyes you will always meet his puppy like gaze..
"I'll be right back at you sweetheart.."
Throughout the day you help him with his duties, because you like to take off some burden from his shoulders..  Besides, you will be done faster..
Whenever the two of you are cleaning, he'll always tease you by spraying some water on you , or bap your head gently with a feather duster..
Will occasionally take breaks to embraced you tight, covering your face with kisses and shower you with affection.
When the two of you are done, Thoma will deal with some of his business.. Fix some conflicts within the Yashiro commission and that kinda stuff. So some time you chill around with Ayaka, or you'll tag along with Thoma.
When he returns at night, the two of you prepare diner for Ayaka and yourselves, since Ayato is normally out on business matters.
Ayaka ships the two of you so bad- So she'll literally say something along "Ah! Look at the time, my brother is waiting for me.. Thank you for the meal.." to leave the two of you alone, she thinks that you really need some quality time together-
The two of you clean up the place and normally end the day with petting Taroumaru in bed.. And normally fall asleep after having a nice conversation and some cuddles.
Venti
Mornings with him are SO peaceful-
Since you own a house on your own with a balcony, Venti always makes great use of this
You'll be woken up by the sound of a lyre, wind gently blowing away the curtains towards your balcony
He'll always be found here together with his lyre, letting Mondstadt enjoy his music that ranges from 2600 years ago till now
"Ah, good morning (y/n), seems like I've woken you up once again.. What a beautiful day it is.."
The two of you will talk a bit on the balcony before heading back inside, he wont leave your side till you really say you have to go to work
Since he knows that you work for the Knights of Favonius, he'll always come and pay a visit.. Where ever you are, if you're at the headquarters or outside the city
He'll normally scare the living hell out of you by using his ultimate out of nowhere, screaming "KAZEDAA", pulling in all hilichurls and almost making your weapon fly along
"Ehe~ Did I scare you my songbird?"
You'll bonk his head a few times and shake your head fiercely before continuing your commission.
Whenever the two of you come across an apple tree, will ALWAYS grab an apple and also tries to hand one over to you.. You never know what his initiatives are to be honest.. But he just tells you he loves apples and loves to share one with you.
When the two of you return to Mondstadt, he'll drag you along to come and have a drink with him.. Which you refuse
After complaining about how unfair his life is, you'll get convinced anyways.. Well, there goes your wallet~
Will cheer up in a second and hop to the pub.. Making his presence loud and clear when he enters.. You awkwardly waving at whoever is behind the bar that night
It'll be around 2 at night when you have enough of him drinking-.. He'll be on this 37th glass and will act like he has NEVER seen you- flirting around with you as if you aren't his s/o
"Ahh, what's your name?! *hiccup*, you look fine! Just as fine as this winee.. Ehe~"
"…"
Smile through the pain~
You'll have to pay for his orders and drag him home.. He will keep on talking and talking with you, flirting with you and hug you tight till you're back home
"Eh! What's this? Will I be..-"
Gets cut off by you placing your index finger against his lips
"Enough Venti, go sleep now.."
Will drag you to bed and DEMAND cuddles, since you told him you're his s/o..
Falls asleep like a damn concrete block, like.. You cant even move till morning
Even though his drinking is like, incredibly unhealthy, you still love how cuddly and clingy he is whenever he's drunk..
Xiao
"Adepti don't sleep, sleep is for the weak.."
So, whenever you wake up, he'll be wide awake.. Staring to the land of Liyue
When he notices that you woke up already, he'll hesitate to come to you.. Like, doesn't wanna show off being 'weak', he's sure that you'll be the one that will come towards him..
HE THOUGHT. (LOL-). Whenever you're taking too long, he'll just rush towards you and stare you down.. Seeing you laying on that bed, not heading towards him.. Unacceptable.
His cheeks are flushed red, with his arms crossed he'll look you directly in the eyes
"..Morning.."
You know he'll get flustered whenever you do something spontaneously, so you'll always pull him in for a hug.. Suffocating him in embarrassment and pressing a smooch on his cheek
He'll look off to the side, ignoring your gaze for a few seconds as you stand up.
"I love you~"
… "Love you too.. Tch."
It took him quite a while to say these words to you tho, so you're always really happy when you hear them
You head off to the kitchen to prepare a meal for yourself, and make Almond Tofu for the grumpy little guy..~
Will sneak into the kitchen to see what you're up to, to check if you're not burning your hands or something.. Whenever you catch him looking out for you, he'll just respond with "… I thought there was a demon in that cabin."
His regular place is in the window sill, you'll always stand next to him eating and having a nice conversation as he eats up his Almond Tofu. By the way, he absolutely LOVES your cooking and especially your Almond Tofu.. Like, whenever you won't make it for him, he'll be pretty upset :(
He'll randomly disappear sometimes, knowing that someone probably called out his name.. You know he'll eventually return
Whenever you're in need, you'll call his name.. And he'll be there faster than the speed of lightning
"What's wrong?"
You just felt lonely :D
He'll squint a bit to you, but will eventually roll his eyes and nudge you over to him with his head. "C'mere.."
Will hug you for a bit, you never notice that there'll always be a small smile on his face.. Because the moment you let go, it'll be gone
The time never actually matters, but he'll have his struggles with the 'voices' of demons in his head. You'll always notice whenever he's frustrated or upset, so at that moment you'll drop everything and go and embrace him..
"I'm okay (y/n).. Don't.. Bother. I can figure this out on my own."
Will always be a bit stubborn if you want to calm him down, but will give in eventually
He doesn't like to show that he's actually a baby for you.. But when he has his moments, he'll completely surrender and lay on your chest as you go through his hair with your hand, telling him it's okay and that you're there for him..
It always seems like he falls asleep after a while, but when you're about to confirm by looking at his eyes, they're always half open.. Shifting towards yours and him humming softly.
".. Let me stay like this for a while longer.. If you'd like."
Zhongli
Tells you every morning how beautiful you are..
When he has time, which he certainly has actually, goes on walks with you
Would pick flowers for you when you don't notice, a handful.
Gives them to you, explaining in detail what each of them means and why they remind him of you.
When the two of you return to Liyue Harbor, he'll always tell you a bit more about the history of the city and about the Archon War
Will answer literally any of your questions, no question is weird.. Well, you know your boundaries.
Doesn't mind if you hold his arm, he actually loves guiding you through the city like this..
Sometimes the two of you will visit a restaurant, on Tartaglia's costs- But most of the time you try and pay it yourself..
First glass will always be Osmanthus wine
Even though the one's who he shares the memories with aren't present, he has decided he would create new memories with you
You drop him by the Funeral Parlor after, because business calls :')
When he comes home late, you're probably asleep already
If not, you will calmy approach him and hug him tightly as if you haven't seen him for ages
Observing your movements, he always knows that you're tired on such moments.. So, like the gentleman he is, he will pick you up and carry you to bed where the two of you will cuddle for a while and fall asleep...
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mooshys · 3 years
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guys who can cook ➝ sakusa (likes to handle his own food), kita (granny taught him at a young age), daichi, akaashi, aran (these guys paid attention in home economics and actually know how to take care of themselves), oikawa, hinata (both forced to learn when they were in south america or else they would have starved)
guys who know how to cook, but choose to make the same meal every day ➝ ushijima, iwaizumi, kageyama (these three only make the bland chicken and steamed broccoli meals for themselves...), bokuto (will go through phases of eating his favorite meal until he makes himself sick), kuroo (corporate job sucks away all his energy... makes a cup of ramen as soon as he gets home)
can only make scrambled eggs and boxed mac n cheese ➝ suna (will boil water on the stove and forget about it when waiting), sugawara (there's a 7-11 right next to his apartment, so he just buys all his food there), matsukawa (solely depends on takeout), hoshiumi (goes to costco to buy hamburger helper in bulk)
don’t eat what they’ve made unless you want food poisoning ➝ atsumu (his brother got the “competent in the kitchen” genes), hanamaki (puts a handful of salt when the recipe asks for a pinch), lev (...), nishinoya (forgets to wash his hands and tells you the bacteria will add extra flavor), terushima (pours mountain dew into cake batter for an extra kick)
gordon ramsey’s disciples ➝ osamu (does omakase for you on your anniversary, dedicates an entire day to go to the farmer's market to buy the best ingredients), tendou (pretends he’s on iron chef whenever he cooks, says he’s better than bobby flay and has once juggled knives in the kitchen)
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tyrannosaurusray · 2 years
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roommates, part two
bokuto x gn! reader
~2.3k words
tags: angsty angst, best friend & roommate bokuto, unrequited love, very light cursing, (i think i said bullshit and thats it) reader avoids feelings & runs away from problems in fear of being hurt/rejection
warnings: none just again suuuuuuuppppperrrrrrrr self indulgent
lowercase intended
heres part one ^^ (part three is the last part)
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you had been avoiding him for more than a week now and it was insufferable, for both you and him. one might think it’s impossible to avoid bokuto kotaro, especially since you live in the same apartment together, but you had been working very hard.
after hearing him say something so simple yet absolutely devastating, “anyone would be lucky to have you, you know that right” and “i appreciate you being my friend” you realized that the feelings you were harboring for him were going to end in you being heartbroken and you’d decided to make your best effort to rid yourself of them.
he had to go to beijing for about a week for a training camp tomorrow, and you told yourself that all you had to do was evade him until he left, and you’d have a week or more for you to get your thoughts and feelings together.
of course, it was hard. very hard. especially since he was leaving soon. you had remembered how excited he was to go to the camp and it was difficult to not match his upbeat energy. it hurt your heart to see bokuto’s face every time you blatantly avoided talking or interacting with him, but he’ll understand. or at least he would if he knew your motives. for the past week and a half, you had been dodging him in any way you could.
you would stay in your room literally all day, and you would wait for silence to make sure you were safe from being caught if you needed to leave. when he would inevitably knock on your door and ask if you’re doing okay, you would say that you’re fine, or that you’re tired, or you had a headache, or that you were flooded with work, or whatever you could come up with.
if he saw you in a common area and tried to talk to you, you would keep it short and return back to your room. after a couple of days, it was clear that he no longer believed your excuses and started to get worried. were you okay? were you stressed or overworked? were you eating enough? was it because of him?
he thought back to the last full conversation you had, and admittedly thought it was strange. how you suddenly separated yourself from him and locked yourself in the bathroom. the next day you had began to act distant. as much as he thought about that night, he could not, for the love of him, understand what happened. he racked his brain so many times it nearly gave him a migraine but he just couldn’t pin down the source. so he asked his friend.
“akaashi i need your help.” he semi-whispered into the phone as he leaned over the kitchen counter, peering over at your door to make sure you don’t catch him talking about you.
“why are you whispering?” akaashi spoke through the receiver.
“that’s not important. so listen. y/n has been acting weird for like, a week now, and i don’t know what’s going on.” he spoke, still glancing towards your closed bedroom door.
he gave akaashi all the details. he explained how you stay in your room all day and every time he tries to talk to you, you would give him some excuse that was obviously a lie to get him to leave you alone. akaashi thought maybe you were just stressed and wanted to be alone, but bokuto assured that this wasn’t how you acted when you were stressed. he knew you better than that.
“when did they start acting like this?” akaashi asked. “did anything happen?”
bokuto sighed. “well…” he talked about the night you began distancing yourself. how he came in from a date, talked to you about it, you comforted him, and then after telling you how much he appreciates you for being there for him, you all of a sudden started acting weird.
“what do you mean you told them how much you appreciate them?” akaashi asked.
“i mean i told them how much i appreciate them!” he yelled. he rushed into his room after realizing he was getting too loud to be in the common area.
“what did you say? like specifically” akaashi asked again.
“let’s see. they finished comforting me and i said ‘you’re so great to me, i really appreciate you being my friend.’” bokuto spoke.
“is that it?”
“i also said that anyone would be lucky to have them and then thats when they got distant.” he finished.
“so as soon as you said that, they pulled away?”
“yup” bokuto replied.
“so you told them about your date, said that you enjoy being their friend and that anyone would be lucky to have them, and after that they suddenly began acting strange and distant?”
“yup” bokuto said once more. there was silence on the other end of the phone. “hello? akaashi?” bokuto spoke.
akaashi let out a small sigh because of his friend’s absolute obliviousness. “don’t you think that may mean that they like you, bokuto?”
the statement shocked him.
“what? no! of course not. what are you talking about?” he asked, sitting down on his bed, thinking about the possibility. he shook his head almost immediately.
“well, it sounds like they got upset after being friendzoned and they’re avoiding you because of it.” akaashi spoke.
“what? no.” he said, quieter this time. he thought about the possibility again. he knew you tended to get flustered around him sometimes but that’s just how you are! you were easily flustered! and it’s not like you hadn’t had your eyes on anyone as of late. the last time you told him about an interest of yours was… over 5 months ago… maybe more.
no. there’s no way you liked him. there’s no way he wouldn’t have noticed that his best friend, that he lives with, had a crush on him. right?
he sat there on his bed thinking, images of you blushing and smiling up at him whenever he complimented you, touched you, or was in your general area flashed through his head. you having to avoid eye contact every now and then when you two would talk. you shying away from his touches, then eventually leaning in and kind of not wanting to let go.
akaashi had hung up long ago and he was still in his room, now pacing instead of sitting on his previous spot on the bed, thinking. he felt himself going crazy over all his pondering and walked out of his room to see you in the kitchen, snacks in hand and eyes wide as if you had just been caught. in a sense you had been.
you attempted to duck off quietly with no hassle, but no dice.
“y/n, can i talk to you for a second?” he asked. you inwardly cursed yourself. you could feel that he was going to try and sit you down to see what’s wrong for the past day or so, and you had heard him poorly whisper to akaashi on the phone about your peculiar behavior about an hour before.
“um.. i was just about to go take a nap, so-“
“why are you avoiding me?” he asked, cutting you off before you could rattle off another excuse. you flinched. you’re caught.
you sighed before speaking and put your snacks down on the counter separating you and bokuto. “it’s- i don’t-“ you paused. “i’m sorry.” you said quietly, not knowing what else to say.
“it’s okay. but why are you avoiding me? did i do something wrong?” he asked, stepping closer towards you around the counter. you took a step backwards. he noticed this and decided not to take another step for now. you were glad he didn’t.
“no, no. you didn’t do anything wrong. i’m just.. i’m going through some stuff by myself right now and i just didn’t want to be around you.” you said. you were trying to be vague so you didn’t have to confess your feelings. that was the last thing you wanted. to ruin the friendship with your stupid unrequited feelings.
“you can’t tell me about it?” he asked, looking at you sadly. it broke your heart to see him like this. this whole situation sucked.
“i’m sorry, bo.” you said. a silence fell between you. you didn’t know what to say. maybe you should put your stubbornness aside and at least hang out with him before he left for the training camp. you could stand to be around him for a couple hours, no matter how much you told yourself to stay away from him. lord knows you wanted to. you looked up to see his head down looking at his hands. you could tell he was thinking about what to say too. you were about to speak, before he beat you to it.
“y/n do you have feelings for me?” he asked timidly, as if he was afraid to ask. you felt like you just got hit by a wall of bricks. where did this come from? were you too obvious? you thought. you were so confused.
“what?” you asked.
“well, i was thinking, and-“ you couldn’t pay attention to what he was saying, something about when you began distancing yourself a week ago and his phone call with akaashi. you felt the room spin around you. this was the one thing you didn’t want to happen. you had tried so long to keep your feelings undercover, even before making the conscious effort to get over them. this was perhaps your worst fear. you didn’t want anything to change, you didn’t want him to overthink his touches and compliments, you didn’t want things to get awkward, and most of all, you didn’t want to have to get rejected.
you looked back to him and the look on his face almost made you want to vomit. this was the face you wanted to see the least. the “now-i-have-to-tell-you-i-don’t-see-you-that-way” face. you hated this face. you had seen it far too many times for your liking, whether that meant one time or sixty was irrelevant, this is the face you spent so much energy trying to avoid seeing, especially from bokuto.
“i can’t do this right now.” you say, walking over to the direction of your room, trying to run, yet again. bokuto came after you.
“wait!” he said, grabbing your wrist. “you can’t keep running away from me!” he said loudly.
“but-“ you started
“no!” he interrupted. “you’ve been avoiding me for a full week and a half and it’s been hell! for both of us! you can’t just keep running from your feelings because you’re scared about the things that may come with it!” he spoke. you flinched at his words again. you dropped your hand. you felt your eyes burn a bit. fuck. you thought. pull yourself together. since when did you ever cry this often?
you sighed before you spoke. “yes, i like you. i like you a lot, bokuto.” you said quietly. he looked shocked, as if he didn’t expect him to admit it. he let out a small sigh and pulled you into a hug. a hug that you had been missing for over a week now. you leaned into his touch as you let a couple tears fall. you both stayed like that for a second.
“see, that wasn’t that hard.” he said soothingly as he rubbed your back, feeling the tears seep through his shirt. you pulled away and looked into his golden eyes.
“but you don’t like me back, do you?” you asked, tears welling up again. he looked at you sadly. with pity. you sighed as you let your head drop and more tears fall. you backed away from his touch. “this is why i didn’t want to say anything.” you replied. you were beginning to grow frustrated. this had not gone according to plan. all you wanted to do was get your life together on your own, and now you have to go through all the motions now that you were officially rejected.
“wait-“ he started, reaching out to hold you again. you pushed his hands off of you as you grew more aggravated.
“no, there’s no ‘wait.’ this is exactly what i wanted to avoid. i didn’t want to feel like this. i don’t like feeling like this bokuto!” you snapped. “now, you just leave for a full week tomorrow morning, maybe more, and i’m left to sit and think alone about how my best friend doesn’t love me the way i love him! this is why i always run away from my feelings!“ you let out, wiping a tear, ready to go back to your room and cry. “this is so stupid” you mutter.
“it’s not stupid, y/n! you shouldn’t have to keep yourself from feeling how you feel to save yourself from the minor possibility of being hurt!” bokuto said, wanting to comfort you. he felt terrible for making you cry, but he hated the fact you tried to push it all down instead of talking about it. he felt bad that you felt the need to do that in the first place. he just wanted this all to be over and to give you a hug.
“possibility? i am hurt!” you screamed, voice breaking as you began to cry even more. “i’m not doing this for no reason, i know you don’t like me and it hurts!” you cry. you try to collect yourself but you’re just so overwhelmed. you notice bokuto get closer as he attempts to hug you. though it’s definitely what you want most in this moment, you tell yourself it’ll do more harm than good and you push his arms away once more. “no i d-“ you start. “i don’t want to be around you, bokuto.” it felt wrong coming out your mouth, but you had to say it for now.
you look up at his sad face. even with everything that just happened, you can tell that he still feels terrible for making you cry like this. you sigh before taking off towards your room and open the door.
“have fun at the training camp.” you say before you close the door behind you, leaving bokuto standing alone in the living room.
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I have a request with Nat x reader. It’s a party at the compound and nobody has ever seen Nat drunk but this night she was completely gone like blackout drunk. So you end up having to carry her to her room and take care of her but she accidentally admits her love for you, you end up sleeping on the armchair in the room and in the morning you wake up to a Nat that’s throwing up on the floor, at first she don’t remember shit but later during the day she remembered what she said and gets really flustered and embarrassed but it ends I fluff reader admits her love for Nat to
Title: Drunken Confessions
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: alcohol
a/n: thank you for the request! happy reading <3
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Everyone knew Tony Stark loved the glamour of his extravagant parties often threw in the Avengers tower. Everyone also knew that while everyone else got batshit drunk, the black widow never got even slightly tipsy after several rounds of drinking games when everyone else was drunk enough to strip to their undergarments and start pole dancing. She always only watched with a hint of amusement glinting in her emerald eyes
That led to the bet going on amongst the other Avengers, Tony threw in a solid 500 dollars to whoever got Natasha drunk while the others put in smaller amounts. Thor had been lurking around with a smug grin for a whole 5 minutes since the party had started, you had no doubt that he’d been up to no good and opted not to touch the alcohol at the bar for tonight.
Spotting a certain redhead, you sidled up to the bar in your new dress that you definitely haven’t bought to impress her and new heels that again, you definitely didn’t buy to awe her. “Someone put in effort for tonight’s party” Natasha said, dropping her gaze to your heels and all the way up until she met your eyes “trying to impress someone?” she winked teasingly. Damn it, were you that obvious “Steve maybe?” she pressed, seating yourself on one of the rotatable, red leather stools you laughed “I don’t swing that way”
Natasha hummed in acknowledgement “me neither” she said. You turned to look at her so quickly that you thought you may have given yourself whiplash “Then…You and Bruce?” you asked cautiously “there’s a reason that didn’t work out” she said, taking a sip of her martini and sending her glass a peculiar look “you’re new?” she asked the bartender “no ma’am I’ve been working here for three years” Natasha’s lips formed into a silent ‘oh’ and you stifled a laugh
After a few more glasses of alcohol, Natasha was clearly very drunk, the rest of the avengers who hadn’t seen Thor’s expression of obvious smugness had drunk the alcohol unknowingly too and Tony and Steve were challenging each other to a dance off. In their boxers. You watched with amusement and second-hand embarrassment. Meanwhile, the Russian that was the heart of all this chaos was standing across the room apparently having an argument with Clint about whether the walls are green or red. The walls are white. Then it suddenly clicked in your mind, the only alcohol that could get her so shockingly drunk, Asgardian liquor
Of course, why hadn’t you thought about it before. Thor was incredibly competitive even if he didn’t look it. You continued sitting aside from all the havoc erupting on the party floor taking tentative sips from the water you’d brought, keeping an eye on Natasha before she does something stupid. Normally that was her job, unbeknownst to you, Natasha always looked out for you during Tony’s parties, knowing your alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly high.
Glancing at the clock, you could see that it was almost 3 in the morning and the noises had died down and all the Avengers were splayed out on the couch only half awake, Natasha was half laid half seated on two bar stools barely keeping herself upright. Deciding that you really didn’t want her to fall off and give herself a concussion, you tugged at her sleeve “come on Nat, we’re going back to your bedroom” she smirked at you with her painted lips which were normally perfect but tonight, they were slightly smudged, you liked the look on her though
“Bedroom? Getting frisky already y/l/n?” you raised your eyebrows while helping her off the chair and draping your jacket around her shoulders “getting concerned about how drunk you are” you corrected. Natasha hummed and after a few steps let her head slump onto your shoulder, you were half supporting and half carrying her but you were glad she wasn’t sober right now because your heart was probably going a million miles a minute, her hair smelt so nice, her tresses were gently tickling your neck
Caught up in your thoughts you had to abruptly steer Natasha towards her bedroom before she walked directly into a wall. Practically dumping her onto the bed with a huff from the exertion of dragging her all the way back to her room, you pulled off her heels and hung up the jacket “I love y/n, don’t you think she’s just so pretty, she’s so smart too and how she fights, it’s soooo hot” she slurred and your cheeks heated up.
You were ready to dismiss it as a hallucination, you had feelings for the redhead, you’d been harboring them for a good 2 months because you thought they’d never be reciprocated. But Natasha turned to you “do you think she likes me too?” she asked “yeah, yeah I’m sure she does” you whispered. Natasha seemed to hear it, she sighed contentedly and let her eyes close. Making your way out of the room, you heard her say “stay” it was barely a whisper but you heard it and you could never refuse her
So you slumped onto her chair with your chin supported by the heel of your hand just appreciating how gorgeous she looked even blackout drunk, ginger hair all over the place and smudged makeup. It sounded creepy but you were really just taking the advantage of being able to stare at her now before she’s sober again tomorrow and your act of indifference had to come up again.
You didn’t know at what point you fell asleep but you woke up to Natasha rushing to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. Hastily pulling her hair back into a ponytail, you rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. She glanced up at you when she was done and flushed the toilet “why are you here?” she asked while rinsing her mouth in the sink and holding a hand to her head while wincing. You tried to hide your disappointment, last night it was the alcohol speaking, not her, it didn’t even make sense that she would remember it, really. “you couldn’t stay on your feet on your own, let alone walk back to your room, I wanted to make sure you were okay so I slept in that armchair” you gestured to the armchair at the corner of her room
“You didn’t have to do that” she said “but I’m glad you did, thank you” sending you a tired smile. You squeezed her shoulder “I’m gonna go make some breakfast you want some?” you asked at her doorway “please” she said while removing the makeup from the night before. You nodded and made your way to the kitchen
Once you step foot in the kitchen, you saw Thor with a triumphant smile on his face and the rest of the Avengers grumbling, you slapped a 50 dollar note on the table, shaking your head amusedly as you passed by. Thor’s grin widened further as he stuffed the money into his pocket. There were pancakes in the pan, courtesy of Wanda most probably. You put two each on separate plates, slathering Nutella on yours and drizzling syrup on Natasha’s. you made some coffee and poured out two mugs
When you came back to the table, Natasha was already seated wearing a hoodie, one of yours you realized with a skip of your heartbeat, and sweatpants. Setting the plate and mug of coffee in front of her, you took a seat and dug in.
It was only in the afternoon when you and Natasha were working on reports that her cheeks suddenly went pink and she stared at you with an expression of mortification. You frowned at her sudden distress and walked over to her “what’s wrong?” you asked, genuinely concerned. “last night, what I said, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t, I mean, I do feel that way, but if you don’t it’s completely understandable and I-” you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers, the feeling of her lips against yours was heavenly, they were soft and tasted like her vanilla and cherry chapstick.
“I love you too” you whispered slightly dazed from the fact that you’d just kissed Natasha and that she hadn’t pulled away “show me how much” she said and kissed you again.
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outivv · 2 years
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Hey you're back!! Welcome back! I hope ur break was nice <3
If I may.. could I ask for hu tao/ whoever else (sorry) coming inside after a snow day and warming up together? Tysm for all ur writing, I love it. Ur super awesome!! :)
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Synopsis: snow day :)
Warnings: not proofread
Game/ fandom: genshin impact
Characters: hu tao, thoma, and childe, and kazuha
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: hello! Don’t be sorry for anything, I like writing for hu tao, and I don’t mind choosing other characters to write for! Though I will say I’ve been sticking to a very specific few recently. Really excited for shenhe to come out so I can understand her character a bit more and then write for her! But, aside from that hope you enjoy, and have a great day/ night :)
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— hu tao —
The moment she wakes up and sees the snow she absolutely is waking you up. Shaking you awake too see all the snow that’s fallen on liyue harbor.
Definitely isn’t a fan of the cold, she likes the warm and slightly humid weather. So you’re definitely staying inside, but that’s ok!
She would absolutely make hot chocolate, but… poorly. Listen, she was just so excited and didn’t melt the chocolate all the way.
She is going to grab all the blankets in the house and basically bundle you both up. In a modern au you’d watch movies, but otherwise you’d definitely just read, sleep, and play board games. You literally aren’t going anywhere the entire day.
— thoma —
This man. The lovely, lovely man.
He will see the soft snowfall, and immediately grab another blanket to bundle you up.
He’ll get up and make some breakfast for you both while most likely wearing the warmest clothing he has.
When you eventually wake up and stumble out into the kitchen, thoma will wrap you in a warm hug, and urge you to sit down and eat.
The rest of the day will be spent cuddled up on the couch, sipping at warm tea. You may venture outside once or twice, but after that you both take a well deserved nap.
— childe —
His siblings wake you both up at the crack of dawn, and drag you both outside to play in the snow.
Childe doesn’t “stay inside and cuddle all day” instead he has a ruthless, and fast paced snowball fight. Of course you can stay inside if you want, though his siblings (and himself) will pout and whine. Until you give them hot chocolate to warm up that is.
Childe will come home, just after lunch is ready. His boots filled with snow, and his clothes drenched in snow, and his stomach grumbling.
The rest of the day after lunch is spent with childe hogging the blankets, and demanding you stay close to him for warmth. He appreciates it though, when you lend him one of your warmest sweaters, and cuddle him until he warms up again.
— kazuha —
The harsh wind bites kazuhas face when he wakes up. He assumes that you might be cold as well and wraps the blanket around your body.
He spend the day making sure you’re warm, and comfortable. He makes tea for the both of you, and then goes back to cuddling almost immediately.
You have to go outside, only once because you had plans, and on the way home he starts a snowball fight. So much for making sure you’re warm the entire day, all that goes out the window as kazuha throws a swift and hard snowball right at your back.
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Requests are still open? If so, how about zhongli or kaeya with a GN reader that has trouble falling asleep? (bonus points if they look drowsy during daytime)
^ with the time change I’m feeling really sleepy most of the day. I would love for Zhongli to make me a cup of tea ... like I bet it's a treat. 
Warning -> none :) 
How about some tea?
Includes: Zhongli, Kaeya 
Character X GN reader  |  Anthology
Zhongli 
There is something about this man's level of knowledge and insight into the things around him that’s incredible - somehow he knows the strangest of things while nothing of the simplest of things 
Ask him the price of a common item, he has no idea, but ask him why the sun dances across the sky and he will tell you a tale long forgotten to the sands of time 
So it’s both surprising and not that he knows something is strange about you 
“Your demeanor looks strange.” He states with his hand against his chin and head slightly tilted. 
“Oh, uh. Yeah, I just had a hard time sleeping last night is all.” You wave him away and continue with your task. You had started early with it, since you couldn’t sleep, and were nearly done. 
“If you’d like, I could brew you some tea with valerian root. It has an interesting flavor, but will suffice.” He hasn’t really moved from his place throughout your whole conversation. He’s almost like a statue, one hand at his chin, the other resting against the small of his back. 
“Uh, maybe.” You grab the large bag of items and lift it into your arms. You let out a sigh at its weight and try to shift it until it rests more comfortably in your arms. “I’ll get back to you.” With a warm smile, you give him a quick nod and head off. 
You look back at him and he is still standing there, just as he was before. 
Zhongli is a person who will keep his promises no matter what, even if you aren’t sure you created a promise with him
He can be very persistent and often takes people at their word - so when you see him show up later that day with all the material needed for a nice cup of tea, you shouldn’t be shocked 
“Zhongli?” You stand with your hand on your door and the other in your hair. You had returned only shortly before he arrived and thought a nice shower would help refresh your mind. 
“I was able to acquire the root I mentioned earlier today.” He’s just standing there, totally deadpan and serious. It makes you laugh. 
“You didn’t need to go out of your way for that.” You say through laughter, the lightness of it lifting the atmosphere. 
“I do recall I said I would brew you tea.” 
“Yes, you did. Come in.” 
You watch as he enters your home, something he hasn’t done very often. The two of you always found each other on the streets or walking along the harbor. Your relationship had always been friendly, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Truthfully, you longed for the relationship to be more. It somehow felt so domestic to see him moving through your kitchen with ease as if he’d lived there for years. 
You sit at the counter and watch as he nimbly gets everything ready. The way he cuts the root into small pieces, the way he collects water in the teapot and sets it over the stove. The skillful way he organizes the loose leaves of the tea he’s brought which, you knew, would complement nicely with the valerian. 
You enjoyed watching him as he prepared the tea. The simple process turned into an elegant orchestra of movement and execution. Once the water was at the right temperature, he poured the liquid into the cup and you watched as it turned a playful yellow. 
Elegantly, he placed a saucer before you before resting the cup quietly in its place. You take in the fragrance and catch the hint of wood and sweet flowers. 
“Do enjoy.” He gestured before following the same process to pour his own. 
You bring the liquid to your lips and are surprised at how perfect the water temperature is. As the contents fill your mouth, you immediately sense the earthy taste. It’s overpowering, but only for a moment. Once the initial aroma passes there is a relief of sweetness and floral, which is quite refreshing. 
“This is …” you pull your gaze from your cup before continuing, “kinda awesome.” 
“And it is much better when spent in good company.” There is a warm smile on his face and you wonder if the liquid was making you warm or if it was him. 
“I appreciate you doing this. It was nice of you.” 
“My pleasure. I could sense you were in need of something.” 
“I’ve just had a hard time sleeping lately, well, really most of the time.” You take another sip of the warm liquid. 
“Mmm, perhaps there is something plaguing you?” 
“Ha, not really. I’ve just always had a hard time sleeping at night. My mind won’t turn off I guess.” The soothing smell of the tea is starting to make your head heavy. 
“If this aids you, then I am happy to teach you how to make it. Or do so myself if you wish.” 
“Thank you, Zhongli.” You look back at the teacup and take a few more drinks before placing it on the saucer. Outside, you hear the citizens walking by and the distant shouting of those on the docks. Most of the time, you didn’t pay any attention to the sounds of the city, but today they seemed to be a soothing noise. Something about the way it all mixed and settled in your ears just felt right. 
“It must be working.” You catch his eyes and turn your head. For some reason, his eyes seem more powerful than normal. 
“It must be. I’m going to go rest on the couch for a minute.” 
“Please do, I will clean up here.” 
You settle into the couch and observe Zhongli from your place there. He’s already emptied your cup and cleaned it in the sink. His hands perfectly worked just the way he wanted them to. It feels like there are weights on your eyelids and it becomes harder and harder to keep them open. 
The last thing you see is Zhongli standing in your kitchen drinking his cup of tea as he looks out the window. 
Kaeya
He doesn’t let anything get past him, so he would definitely know something was up with you
“You look a little tired there.” Kaeya appeared out of thin air. You had been so distracted that you hadn’t noticed anything for a while. The passing of the time or the citizens walking from place to place, none of them registered. So when Kaeya’s face was suddenly before you and you caught his half-smile, you didn’t pay it much attention. 
“Do I?” Your head was fuzzy like someone had turned on the radio but all the channels were missing. This sensation had gotten so commonplace that you often ignored it too. 
“Yeah. Are you okay?” He leaned down, his smile gone and replaced with a concerned expression. 
“I’m okay. Thanks.” You try to give him a reassuring smile and hope he doesn’t worry. 
He watches as you walk away. There is something off about your steps, but he isn’t quite sure. 
He’d likely do his own background investigation to figure out what is troubling you. He’s ready to tackle any problem no matter the size in order to bring back your more cheery disposition 
When he finds out that it’s because you have trouble sleeping he gets to work. He’s asking the alchemists to come up with a potion, he goes to the church to see if the healers can assist in any way, he might even try some non-conventional tactics to help you sleep 
After many days of rain, the sun had started to return to the city. There was a cool chill that ran across your arms and the back of your neck as you bent down to pour out the excess water from the plants. I should probably replace this with some dry dirt, you think to yourself as the water spreads across the cobblestone. 
When you finish, you watch as the other citizens pass by. A few wave and some just keep on about their day. A few drops of cold water fall on your face and make you jump as it runs down your cheek. 
“Hello, again.” A familiar voice calls out to you and when you look, you see Kaeya confidently making his way toward you. 
“Hello.” You return and wipe the raindrops off of your face. You’re reminded how tall his when he stops but a few inches in front of you and stares down at you.
“Heading out now that the rain has stopped?” His hand is on his hip and he’s wearing his dashing smile. 
“Yeah, I was thinking of returning some books to the Library. I’m sure Lisa isn’t pleased I haven’t returned them yet.” 
“I’ll accompany you.” 
“You sure?” You give him a quizzical look. He’s always so busy, it’s strange for him to have extra time to spare. 
“Of course.” 
“Okay, well let me grab the books.” He waits patiently outside until you return, books in hand.
He’s a man with a plan, and he’s going to enact that plan 
He may have a pleasant smile plastered to his face, but he always has something working in the background, shifting in the shadows 
Somehow he has convinced you to visit his office. You aren’t sure how he convinced you, the conversation you had with him didn’t seem to discuss anything about having a cup of tea, and especially not in his office. 
“Thanks for the drink, it smells delicious.” You let the warm vapors run across your face and breath in the sweet smell. 
“Please take your time.” He sits in the chair next to you, his leg resting on his knee and his back against the plush cushion. 
You sit for a while and listen to the sounds of the room. The way the wind slides over the glass window, the sounds of footsteps walking through the hallways, voices of the knights growing and fading as they accomplish their tasks. The atmosphere starts to make you drowsy and you close your eyes for a minute, the warm cup resting on your legs. 
“You seem relaxed now.” You hear his voice and open your eyes again. 
“Yeah, there is something comforting about this place. I’m not sure why.” 
“Probably because I’m here.” You chuckle at his comment and take another sip of tea. When there are only a few drinks left you placed the cup back onto the saucer before preparing yourself to leave. 
“Well, thanks again.” You start to get up but he stops you. He’s grabbing your shoulder and ushering you down onto the couch. 
“You should rest.” 
“Huh, I don’t need to?” You try to sit back up, but he continues to push you down. 
“Yes, you do. I can tell how tired you are. When was the last time you slept.” 
“Kaeya, you’re being silly.” 
“When was the last time?” He asks again, sitting on the coffee table and crossing his arms. 
“... I don’t know … I tried to get some sleep last night but It didn’t really work.” You feel the soft cushion of the couch under you. It smells like Kaeya and it's pulling you in. 
“I have some more things to do, but you are welcome to rest here.” 
“I have a house…” 
“Yes, but you already said this place was comforting.” He smirks at you, again somehow convincing you his way is the best way. 
“I won’t fall asleep.” You retort, rubbing your eyes. 
“Just give it a try.” He stands up and you follow him with your gaze. You watch as he grabs a blanket and starts to unravel it over you. It’s thick and extremely soft. “Now, close your eyes.” 
“I’m telling you …” 
“Mmhm, just be good and do it.” 
Your eyes track him as he makes his way to his desk. The sun is hitting his back and the color of blue reflects against the wall. You blink a few times. The blanket is so warm and the pillow is just right. You close your eyes for just a few seconds, I definitely won’t fall asleep, you think to yourself before you slip into a world of pleasant dreams.
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ddarker-dreams · 4 years
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Comfortably Numb. Yan Chrollo x Reader [COMM]
warnings: mentions of anxiety, just general uneasiness. word count: 2.6k.
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Home is where the heart is. 
It’s meant to be the sanctuary where you can unwind after a long day of work, dress in your most comfortable pajamas, and feel no qualms for the opinions of others. A safe haven of your own making. Granted, there was a time that you felt this way, no matter how long ago it seems. A coveted period of your life that you wish you could return back to. On a surface level, any onlooker might take a glance at you and think you are as normal as they are. If only that were the truth, you bitterly lament. 
Now, what do you need to check on next? Milk is in good supply, not set to expire anytime soon. Hm… can’t say the same for the fruit. You jostle down some of your favorites onto the ever growing grocery list. What else is there? You’ve got to be missing something. Standing on your tiptoes, you open the overheard cabinet, that is now noticeably more barren than it used to be. The bags of tea that had once populated this area have vanished, all but a lonesome pack of matcha. Huffing, you close the cabinet doors, ready to voice your irritation.
Pivoting on your heel, you look over the kitchen counter and towards the occupied living room. “You drank all my tea?” 
“Not at all of it,” your unwelcome guest corrects, much to your displeasure. “Besides, you never said I couldn’t have any.” 
You raise an eyebrow at this conjecture. Who would’ve thought him a stickler for semantics. “Yeah, well, I never said you could have it either.” 
“That’s a fair enough point. I’ll be sure to reimburse you for it later.” Chrollo ends the conversation before it even begins. His attention returns to his original activity of reading, freely helping himself to yet another one of your belongings. An exhausted sigh leaves your lips at the sight. If you somehow make it out of this situation unscathed, you may take on a more pious lifestyle, having survived way more than you should’ve. It’s a wonder that Chrollo hasn’t seen fit to strike you down where you stand. Where you lack self-restraint in the verbal department, you make up for it in your overall composure. Surely anyone else would’ve been crushed under the immense pressure of having a murderer crashing at their apartment. 
That’s just about the best way to describe it, you think. How desensitized do you have to be to no longer shiver at the thought? In all fairness, Chrollo himself is treating this as the most ordinary arrangement in the world. At his own leisure he’ll start conversations with you, inquire about your day, and even offer insight that you never asked for. It’s gotten to the unfortunate point that you’re even starting to do the same. Treating him more as a peculiar roommate than the threat he truly is, though it could be your way of coping. That’s the explanation you’re going with.
Chrollo puts a bookmark into his read, and places it aside. “Is there anything you’d like for dinner?”
He asks the question as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your normally schooled expression is broken, lips parting and eyebrows furrowing together. Is he being serious right now? There’s no way to tell for certain. Not on a lack of trying from your behalf, his countenance never hints at his innermost thoughts. You get the feeling what little Chrollo does reveal to you is intentional. How creepy. 
“I was just planning on warming up leftovers,” you accentuate this by opening your fridge. On the shelves sits lentil soup, apples, and some protein yogurts. Shit. “Scratch that. I’ll be settling for yogurt instead.” 
“You had that for breakfast, if memory serves.” Chrollo points out, as if you’re incapable of remembering that yourself. It’s odd that he feels the need to pay attention to every detail about you. How often is Chrollo observing you without you taking notice? You push the thought aside with a frown.
“What are you, my hostage-taker and nutritionist? Besides, this is what I like to call a struggle meal. Or, meals, technically. I’ll go shopping tomorrow to make up for it.” You grimace while picking up the gourmet cuisine for tonight. Strawberry cheesecake flavor. It’s better with stuff added to it for texture, but this’ll have to do. It’s doubtful someone who is hiding a stolen merchandise worth hundreds of thousands can empathize with your position. Not that it matters if Chrollo Lucilfer holds you in high regard, with all the blood on his hands. He’s got no room to judge.
“Hm, in the time we’ve spent together, I never considered you as dense,” he gets up from his seat, making his way towards the kitchen. You don’t get a word in edgewise before your dinner is plucked from your hands. Chrollo places it back in the fridge, while you stare at him with a slackened jaw. “I’m offering to buy you food, [First].” 
How considerate of him to spell it out for you. 
“Appreciative as I am for your gesture of goodwill, I’ll pass. I don’t want to be indebted to you.” You make for the fridge once again, scowling as he holds it shut with unnatural force. Damn, he’s strong. Maybe you’re playing with fire by provoking him, considering the power imbalance, but your tongue is faster than your brain. Both a blessing and a curse. Leaning more towards the latter, you muse.
“I insist. It’s only right that I repay you somehow, for allowing me to stay here. You wouldn’t be indebted to me.” Chrollo’s smile never reaches his eyes, you notice. Standing here in close proximity to him, there’s a lot more you can pick up on. Every little detail of his disposition is intentional. From his even keel tone, to his polite speech, and way of acting like you have any say in the matter. You’re all bark and no bite. Both of you are keenly aware of this, and still he talks to you as if he’s none the wiser. It’s demeaning in its own right. 
“I guess it is sacrilegious to turn down free food. Alright, you win.” You throw your hands up in mock defense. This uncomfortable interaction helped you remember the position you’re in, how every breath might be your last. He’s broken into your residence, forced you to hide him from encroaching hunters, and made your past ten days a living hell. It was the threats to your loved ones that ultimately earned your compliance. 
You can’t help the self deprecation that’s followed since that day. The law is what you’re supposed to be protecting, not protecting criminals from. Going to the station everyday with the knowledge that you’re harboring such a dangerous criminal is weighing heavily on your soul. Life sure is full of the worst ironies. Had it not been an A class bounty, you may have stood a chance. 
Chrollo reaches into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out one of his many burner phones. “You’re being more agreeable than I expected, if I’m being honest.”
“What can I say? I become a bit of a yes man when my life is being threatened.” You respond with an empty smile of your own. Instead of earning any ire from him, he lets out an airy chuckle, of dubious sincerity. Whether it’s at you or with you is difficult to decipher. He pulls up a food delivery app, showing you the options. This was all prepared in advance, he must’ve taken the time to download it. So it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision to mess with you? 
“Y-you’re really letting me pick?” There’s no hiding your incredulous tone of voice. This series of events is far too bizarre to fathom, like a nightmare stepping into reality. Just a week ago you were contemplating how to poison Chrollo without him taking notice. Now you’re ordering food together. There has to be an ulterior motive lurking around, your gut won’t tell you otherwise.
He tilts his head at your apprehension, and repeats himself. “That’s what I said, yes.” 
Fuck it. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, or so the saying goes. You’ve suffered enough at Chrollo’s hands, it wouldn’t hurt to make the most of it. You take the cheap phone from his hands, scrolling through the options, and realizing now just how wonderful the variety of food sounds. Working up an appetite hasn’t come naturally with your uninvited guest skulking about. He has enough prepaid visa cards to cover what you want, so you hold nothing back. 
After returning his phone to him, you can’t help but throw an additional sarcastic comment in. It’s second nature at this point. “Happy now?” 
“Very much so,” Chrollo doesn’t mention your indignation, eyes raking over your expansive order. It’s not until he gets to the end that he quirks an eyebrow. “... A one hundred dollar tip?” 
“Feel free to add some extra zeros to the end of that. It’s not binary code for ‘help me, there’s a criminal in my apartment’, if you’re worried about that.”
He hums in consideration. “I can’t say that came to mind.” 
“Shit, looks like I went ahead and busted my own master plan.” Your response is notably dry. A headache is already in the works, courtesy of speaking to Chrollo for too long. He never fails to keep you on your toes. For all the sardonic remarks you make at his expense, anxiety has never stopped plaguing you. It’s a miracle that your heart is still functioning properly. You don’t even know why you ordered the absurd amount that you did, other than from pure spite, since your stomach is churning too much to want to eat. Maybe that’ll change when the food shows up. If not, your co-workers are going to be in for quite a treat tomorrow. 
You return to your newfound favorite activity of ignoring Chrollo, busying yourself with anything that comes in sight. Watering your plants, putting mugs from the dishwasher away, menial stuff that keeps you busy. A new feat lies in your wake. Whoever designed this apartment didn’t do so with you in mind, your larger plates just barely out of reach. Not willing to concede to using a chair just yet, you keep up the gallant attempt, stretching as far as your body allows. Your fingertips graze just over the prized handle, only for you to fail again.
That’s when you feel an over looming presence behind you, a shadow encompassing your figure. Chrollo gets the plate you were reaching for with ease, his chest brushing over your back in the process. You feel your face flushing, your body going taut, standing still as a wooden plank. He sets it down beside you with a knowing smile. That bastard…! He’s doing this on purpose. Damn him. 
“It looked like you could use some help.” He tells you. It takes every ounce of your self restraint not to lunge at him, instead taking a deep breath and nodding your head. Why is he so intent on getting a reaction from you? It’s exasperating, serving no practical purpose other than his own amusement. Inundated with your thoughts, you don’t realize how sour a look you’re sporting. This is what he wants, you remind yourself. To get you riled up. You refuse to play into his hands, and manage to get a grip. 
Time passes by at a lethargic pace. After around forty minutes, your front door rings, and you pick up the order. Sitting at your counter, you help yourself to the meal, grateful that Chrollo has seen fit to leave you alone. There can never be anything good in this world, as he eventually joins you. You try not facing him as an act of defiance. The plan that seemed ingenious in theory has a rockier execution. Sitting in silence feels worse somehow, like a ticking time bomb. Shifting in your seat, you decide to strike up a half baked conversation.
“So, uh, about the whole being hunted down thing,” your voice wavers and you hate yourself for it, “Do you have an idea of when it’s going to be over? I’m starting to run out of excuses for why my friends can’t come over.” 
This is true. There have been no more lively gatherings at your apartment since Chrollo’s unwelcome appearance, and you’ve been pestered about it. In between the lines is the prospect of your friends finding this reclusive behavior suspicious. In your optimism, you hope he takes it as a hint to get out of here faster.
Chrollo takes on a pensive appearance, his chin resting on his hand. “I’d been meaning to talk to you about that, so I’m glad you brought it up.” 
How nice it is to be on the same page. This could be the light at the end of the tunnel, the last page in this awful chapter of your life. Ten days seems like a reasonable amount of time to lay low. Maybe he’s already packing his bags, planning to leave you far behind, so you can forget any of this ever happened. Maybe you’ll treat yourself to a vacation. From the gut wrenching anxiety Chrollo has inflicted on you, you feel deserving of one. 
“They’ve stopped searching for me a while ago.” 
Wait, what?
You look at him, silverware dropping from your lax hand. He’s never been into joking around. Does that mean he’s being serious with you? That all this time, you’ve been holding out for something that already happened? Fists balling by your side, you don’t bother hiding a sharp glare directed towards him. There’s no playfully wry response, no comeback, only disbelief and abhorrence. The bountiful meal in front of you is forgotten. 
There’s no point in asking, but you still do, voice low. “... How long?” 
“According to my sources, about a week.” comes Chrollo’s response, hammering the final nail in the coffin of your patience. His motivations have never been any less clear. You know you shouldn’t have taken the word of someone like him seriously -- you’re so painfully aware of this that it hurts -- but now leaves a final question. Why? What does he get out of this? You feel sick to your stomach, knowing that it’s going to bad no matter what. Your breathing has picked up, eyes dilating and body threatening to crumble under the tension. Everything feels out of place. 
He responds as if he was reading your thoughts. “You’re an interesting person, [First]. You never cried, pleaded, or anything of the like. Instead you accepted the situation for what it was, all while staying true to your values. I find that admirable. I’d like to learn more from you.”  
“Stop talking to me like I’m a -- a fucking -- science experiment, instead of a human being. How does any of that shit even matter?” You feel the blood draining from your face, every word coming out more forced than the last. Getting riled up here is the last thing you should be doing, but you can’t control yourself. All your negative emotions from your time with him are regurgitating into a final mess.
“I don’t know, truth be told.” Chrollo checks the watch on his wrist, and you gulp at the smile that forms on his lips. It feels like a sentencing, a foreboding omen. There’s bile rising in your throat, and you scramble away from your chair. You need to get out of here. You need to run, to scream for help, to alert your family, this is not going to end well, what is he planning-- 
There’s a hurried knock at your door.
“However, what I do know is that I have no intention of leaving this place without you by my side.” 
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yandere-sins · 3 years
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I wasn’t in a good mental place yesterday, so I wrote the third part of Circumstances and Unwillingly for Osamu, because why not. Do enjoy this fuckery (: (And I know I said no spice on this one, but well, it happened, it be like that sometimes) I hope I can do the other two justice, let me know what you thought!
Characters: Yandere!Osamu Miya x (afab)Darling, Yandere Atsumu Miya Rating/Warning: Mature, Yandere, Lemon, Dub-Con Words: 4845
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Chop.
Half-listening to the sound of a knife cutting through the hill of parsley on the cutting board before you, you sighed, burying your face in your arms propped up on the kitchen countertop. Osamu side-glanced you, estimated your behavior as if you were a diamond and he the jeweler, unwilling to even miss one movement you made. Part of him still believed you'd reach for the knife to attack him or risk yourself, but you wouldn't. At least, not that day. 
Actually, you were glad that after all that happened, Osamu had left the door to the room open, allowing you to roam. It was bad enough that Atsumu had used you for his sick pleasure, and you had to endure Osamu being very thorough in cleaning you up, you wouldn't have wanted to be alone in your roam, stuck in the dark and silence while he went and made dinner. The only thing that was promoted by being locked away was the endless stream of thoughts that you couldn't escape, no matter what you did. 
If only your memories had been kind ones, but by now, they were only filled with the bad things that happened to you lately. 
As if you were a child, Osamu had lifted you out of the water in the bathtub and made you stand facing and touching the wall, bending over for him as he scrubbed you down. The fact he kept his underwear on had reassured you at first but having him - who, in fact, had never seen you stark naked like this before, much less touch you inappropriately - clean you inside out was just as bad. You couldn't even describe the feeling of his fingers digging into your pussy, not for pleasure but the sole purpose of cleaning, all while he cursed under his breath about his brother.
There was no gentleness to find either, even though the one time you managed to glance over your shoulder, you thought to see a pink tint on his face too while his forehead was covered in wrinkles and his eyes dutifully on the job he was doing. Osamu looked much like when he was cooking, except that he was gentler to the food than he was when he handled you back in the bathroom. At least, and that's what he promised you, and Osamu never broke his promises, good or bad, he sent Atsumu to find a contraceptive pill. Just in case. Just for the possibility that his fingers digging into you to get even the last drop of semen out of your maltreated pussy weren't enough. 
Thinking about it his touch - and you weren't proud of it - made you tingly all over again. It was awful, and you didn't want to feel this way, especially not since you regretfully had to admit that Atsumu had brought you to orgasm, but sensitive as your body was and your constant feeling of being lonely no matter how much the two of them smothered you in their love, simply made you react to any touch you received. 
And Osamu's was so very different.
Even if back then, he touched you in anger and disgust about what his brother did, and you allowed him to do as Atsumu made him believe. Still, it was an experience to feel his touch on your bare skin, his much rougher hands driving down your legs and up your torso. 
Not like Osamu had never touched you before. He did, but he did so sparsely. His hugs never lasted longer than needed, his grip on you had a secure hold and vanished when it didn't have a purpose, and generally did Osamu seem more reluctant to shower you in affection other than short head pats or helping you with something. Atsumu was so brash and demanding when he touched you, while Osamu always felt like he took fifteen precautions before so much as thinking about holding your hand. Really, you appreciated that he wasn't into overstepping more boundaries than he already was with his affections, while Atsumu loved to test them out as far as possible until Osamu called him out. Still, evidently, the two were brothers, so there wasn't a way Osamu could just ignore you and your loveable form completely, and it affected him just as much as it did Atsumu.
At least, that's what you couldn't help thinking about when seeing the visible bulge in his underwear after he finished cleaning you. That was the point where you could have been wrong in thinking about it too much. Perhaps, you should have just left it as it had been, ignored the thought of 'What if' and moved on without ever mentioning again. But rubbing your legs together on top of the bar stool, you wondered. Wondered if Osamu was a different kind of lover than Atsumu was, or if only their touches differentiated from each other. 
Osamu stayed quiet as he proceeded to cook, undeterred by your thoughts and feelings. Even though he had been so angry just minutes ago, he didn't seem to harbor any more ill-feelings - at least for the moment. Maybe he was, once again, pitying you, as you had to stand still for him while he roughly scrubbed you down with a sponge. Not one of the nice, bathroom ones mind you. A kitchen sponge. And he didn't only use the soft side either. Perhaps, after all the nasty curses on his brother were unleashed, he began to reason, realizing that your pitiful, shivering self wouldn't have seduced his brother like Atsumu tried to make him believe.
And now, where he didn't have a chance to apologize for his anger towards you without having to admit that all that was going on was a fatal crime, he had nothing more to say or lash out at you for. So he kept silent as he chopped up the parsley and the meat, preparing a nice, warm soup for you. 
Had it been another life, you could have probably come to appreciate Osamu for what he was doing. For his - controversial - help and care. But it wasn't. This was your life, and you were his captive. You hated him for it and even more did you hate the budding feeling in your nether region, dictating you to act on a whim of desperation. You were tired. So fucking tired that everything was wrong, but you could still feel the need to be loved and held by someone. Someone you chose, even if it was just the only option presented to you. 
Part of you wanted to be comforted and told everything would be okay. In contrast, another wanted to make new memories to drown out all the bad ones from before. Perhaps, if you could just be in charge for one time, you'd be satisfied, you told yourself, and maybe, the only one who could do that was Osamu. 
Slipping off the chair as Osamu stood at the stove, tasting the soup to see if it needed more salt, you rounded the kitchen counter on soft soles, trying not to alert him. However, his attention shifted as you got off the stool with a squeaking sound, and he half-heartedly turned to you to observe what you were doing. Predatory readiness laid in his eyes, and his toned muscles tensed under the shirt he was wearing. Osamu would never trust you to be okay with wandering alone, but he was a quiet observer. A quiet observer that would break your wrist the moment you reached for a knife or tried to attack him. 
But you were doing none of those antics. You simply stepped up to him, pulled his hand down to taste the soup yourself, licking your lips as you nodded that it was alright. That was more interaction than most days, where you wouldn't even taste test for him when he put it into your mouth. However, Osamu seemed to appreciate your cooperation in dinner making, humming thoughtfully as he stirred the soup one last time. He was just about to turn around when you bumped into him, feeling his body tense all over again after initially relaxing. Even though Volleyball wasn't the sport for him anymore, the man was just as well built as his brother, even if it was from different workouts now. 
What Atsumu had in his thighs, Osamu had in his arms. You had to admit that usually, you found it a bit scary when he closed in on you, his figure always making you feel small in comparison. But if it hadn't been for their kidnapping and locking up, you would have given them the benefit of finding them attractive as well. 
Osamu's reaction didn't let you wait as he turned around faster than a cowboy could pull a gun. His hands were both ready to fight you, lifted up over you, while his brain still tried to comprehend what you were doing. God, you hoped he'd recognize this as a harmless hug, or else you'd be going to bed that night hungry, in pain, and horny.
"[Name]?" he eventually decided to just ask, giving you the benefit of the doubt that you weren't setting him up in a catastrophe. But you simply hugged him tighter and took a deep breath until his arms finally settled, lowering onto your shoulders without pushing you away. And as if he knew your intentions, they started to wander, slowly but surely dragging down both sides of your back, creating a pleasant tickling to which you giggled.
Looking up at him, you couldn't believe your luck as you caught him smiling, his wide-open eyes reflecting your imagine in them as if he didn't quite believe what was happening either. The usually stern-looking fella had his reddened cheeks back, together with furrowed, skeptical eyebrows meeting each other in wrinkles of doubt. And yet, he didn't push you away or made an effort to separate you two - a first.
"What are you doing?" he asked, voice trembling slightly as if your answer could only be worse than he anticipated. But clearing his throat helped him regain some of his composure, even though his blush didn't vanish. You thought you had him all figured out as you watched him like this, realizing that maybe that was the reason he liked to observe you so much. If you looked at someone long enough, you realized things about them without even wanting to know them.
Instantaneously, it made you realized your mistake, too. No, you didn't want to know any of the emotions you witnessed just this moment. You didn't want to know that the heart-throbbing look in his eyes was the same lovesickness that his brother had. You didn't want to know that beneath him awkwardly holding back, he was exactly the same kind of eager as Atsumu. He was another person that loved you madly, that was absolutely driven insane by just this small affection initiate by you. You had all the evidence presented to you that even when you suspected it, Osamu wasn't so different from his twin at all. Not even a little bit.
His head lowered, hanging in the air just a short while as he waited for you to pull away. He wanted it, demanded it desperately, that you'd appeal to his rationality and sense of staying away for your sake. From the very beginning, Osamu had put on this role of overseer, the role of the person stepping between you and his unrestrained brother, so they wouldn't cause more harm to you than they already had done. It was oh so wrong to keep you as their personal love pet, and Osamu was painfully aware of his wrongdoings. But confirmed by Atsumu, he couldn't bring himself to make it right now and risk losing you along with it. 
Because all he really wanted was you as well. 
And so he hoped that it would be you to restrain him once more. Restrain him before he couldn't help himself anymore but shower you in this love he had for you all this time and held back for your sake. But when you didn't push him away, what else could he do but finally kiss you? It was all your fault, and you tempted him beyond anything he ever experienced. You made him believe that you wanted this; that you wanted him.
Was it him that you wanted, you wondered as you returned his kiss? Where it was a careful dip into the ocean at first, his lips quickly began crashing down on you, just like the rest of his body as he bent you over the kitchen counter, your back on the cold stone and legs dangling in the air. Before you knew it, he had you pinned on the kitchen furniture, pouncing you like an animal seeing the first prey after starving for an eternity. 
"Are you sure?" he managed to press out of his mouth sometimes between forcing his tongue between your lips and pressing up on you, a telling bulge settling between your legs, the remnant of the bath ordeal. It would have been impossible for Osamu to hide his desire for you now, and you dared to assume that even if you said no, he wouldn't have been able to back away from you in his current state. Perhaps he wished he could, but everything on his mind and body seemed to scream for you, riling him up in a way with which you could never have gotten him off you anymore, even if you wanted.
No, it probably wasn't him that you wanted. The moment he let his sweatpants slide to the floor, you realized that you had overestimated the situation and especially yourself. You thought initiating gave you the title of being in control, but suddenly, it seemed to slip off your hands again. What had been your purpose to present yourself so willingly to this starving animal Osamu was? Was it the loneliness you felt? The prickling in your stomach after he touched you all over in the bathroom? Was it simple desire, and if yes, hadn't it been enough to do it with Atsumu prior to this? Or had it been a naive spark of hope to get along better with your captor and earn some benefits with these indecent doings? You couldn't exactly lie to yourself that your initial thoughts hadn't been clouded by your body tingling for him. Still, you wished now you could have gone back and thought twice about it before leading Osamu on. 
For he was no different from Atsumu, a thought you acknowledged much too late.
So you used the bit of strength in your back to lift your legs up, crossing them behind his hips as Osamu groaned, his lips trailing off to explore other regions. Giving your hands free, his own found their place around your hips, holding on needily and pressing you towards him. As he was grinding up to you, you realized just how desperate Osamu was for you, especially after having touched you so thoroughly back in the bathroom and seen Atsumu's chaos on you. It seemed like his brother's doings had, in fact, bothered him more than even you could fathom. But really, who could guilt him for it? Always having to be proper and step back while there was this raging love burning in his blood.
It didn't take him long to explore you, feel you up in new ways he never had before. His first touch on new parts of your body was always cautious, as if he thought he'd hurt you by merely driving his hand down your stomach. But Osamu was quick to get adjusted, eerily choosing the same spots to touch and kiss you that Atsumu loved to play with. The connection of twins seemed to go beyond sharing the same taste in pudding, it seemed, and though Osamu turned out to be much, much more awkward than his brother, you could only blame on his inexperience.
You didn't fight him as he pulled off your pants and panties in on swift motion, but you also didn't bite back the moan warbling off your lips as his face connected with your folds. By now, you wished you could have scolded yourself for your bad judgment of the situation, but as Osamu slowly but surely started to understand what he was doing, you merely flinched in joy of the sensation of him lapping at your clit. 
Sex wasn't the comfort you might have needed. It couldn't replace your happy home life and having a healthy relationship with someone, but you were right that it could make new memories as the only thing your mind concentrated on was the sensation between your legs driving you insane. Osamu didn't mind you clinging your hands into his hair, leading him to the right spots. On the contrary, he seemed to be especially eager the more you engaged. The way he treated you normally, you wouldn't have thought he'd be so keen on pleasing you. But it made sense, considering how little he always had of you, that now that you were his for the moment, he wanted it all. 
His tongue made you exclaim all sorts of happy noises, and you couldn't help but wonder where he learned the way of using his mouth this way. Making onigiri couldn't possibly make anyone good at fellatio. Still, you were ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, for he lifted you up into new heavens. His brother never was as attentive as Osamu turned out to be, and even if it was a short-lived pleasure, you appreciate how different they were in that aspect. 
When he finally let off of teasing your clit, you felt like falling out of all clouds, breathing heavily and unable to even fathom the situation you were in at the moment. Not until you heard his heavy breaths above you and felt a big tip poking on your hole. There wasn't much Osamu could say, even when your head snapped back to look down at what was trying to gain entrance. In his eyes, you could see yourself, suddenly insecure and anxious, but with the deep shades laying over his, you knew it was too late to freak out. 
Caging you between his arms, Osamu kept you in place, unwilling to let you go now, and you took a deep breath, trying to hold it as his hips pushed forward. You could be thankful for the lubrication, but where you had expected him to be about the same size as Atsumu, you had to find out that the twins surprisingly did not share the same size down below. Osamu couldn't keep up with Atsumu's long cock, hitting all the spots there were in you, but if it came to thickness, he way overdid his brother's. 
A soft squeal escaped you together with your breath as you tried to adjust. "W-Wait, slowly!" you wanted to order him, hoping that if he stopped and let you brace yourself before continuing, you'd be able to take on the challenge that was his cock. "Come on now," Osamu mumbled instead, kissing your cheek. His hands folded over your head, and you felt the pressure intensifying from the top, slowly but surely impaling you down onto his hips pressing up. He wasn't even thinking about slowing down now, and you should have known better than even hinting on refusing anything he wanted to do.
"So fuckin' tight, Babe," he sighed while you spluttered in pain and pleasure as he bottomed you out. It was absolutely unbelievable that this man could fill you up by merely embedding himself in your pussy, but there he was. "Feeling good, ey?" he asked, lips curling to a grin as he took an appreciative look over your body, wringing in pleasure as you held back from cumming by simply being entered by Osamu. It shouldn't have been this easy to get you off, but you blamed in on your previous orgasm and his work on cleaning you, nodding slowly. 
"I see," he smirked, and you felt him pull out a few inches before he did a rough re-entering, pushing you over the edge in an instant. Legs tensing and back arching, you squealed in pleasure, soon overcome by a long, pleased moan and his name falling off your lips. Only for the first part of your orgasm did Osamu manage to hold back moving, letting you live out the shakiest of the release before he began to move again, slowly and in shorter movements at first. 
Snaking his arms beneath you, he pressed your bodies together, directing every move that needed to be done while you hung in his embrace, still dealing with the aftermath of your orgasm. It didn't take long for Osamu to pick up his pace, being able to finally experience you like he did in his horniest dreams, even if that meant screwing you like a rabbit. It was evident he didn't want to miss out on even one sensation, lunging his tongue into your mouth to suck away even the last spirits you had while his pace turned erratic. 
When he pulled away, you had only time for a short, surprised gasp before he turned you over on the counter, pushing up your left leg to lay beside you and pushing himself deep inside your spread pussy again. Him reaching new depth made both of you gurgle out delighted huffs and groans, and when he gripped your elbows, pulling them back to push himself further into you, you felt lost in your own body. 
It was wrong. So utterly wrong. But if someone had told you that wrong felt right on occasion, now you would have believed them instantly. You couldn't think about anything besides that thick cock hammering into you and the sloppy sounds your hips made when they connected. Osamu said your name plenty of times, but even if he had someone else's, you wouldn't have minded it at all. Even if you didn't hear them, you could tell what he was feeling for you, his lust wholly overtaken by his love. He kept telling you how good it felt and how much he adored you, the words slurred as they came from a place of passion. But all there was left for you in return was the bubbling in your stomach, your g-point crying out for another release and by the throbbing and pumping inside of you, you assumed Osamu was feeling the same. 
Collapsing on top of you, he didn't stop grinding and twisting his hips against yours, wanting to experience every last bit of you before he stopped. "You feel so good, [Name]," he whimpered, kissing the nape of your neck while his hand closed around the front. "I-I'll cum," he explained as if there was a need to justify himself, and you gulped, realizing his touch was less gentle than expected. 
"C-Cum," you urged him, for the first time in this whole ordeal moving your hips up and down into his grind. "Me… Me too, Osamu."
He let out a low laugh after hearing his name, his hand vanishing from your throat when suddenly his elbow replaced it, squeezing you even tighter and reminding you of the occasional roughness Osamu had. You felt so put in place and dominated over, completely unable to move except for the submissive grinding. That was what you always felt when being with Osamu, and though you thought it would be different now that you were so intimate with him, you had once again misjudged him. 
His last few pushes were rougher and harder to take than any other before. Though you gurgled out your moans, your hands clawed into the flesh of his arm as Osamu grunted with every push. He holed you out and disappeared before filling you to the brink again, and you expected it wouldn't be any different for his cum. The hot, milky substance collected in the spread-out depths Osamu's cock left behind, and your body responded with shivers starting from the inside out. 
Maybe it was degrading and inappropriate for the relationship you and Osamu had, but you couldn't lie that it felt incredible to sink into the fog that came with orgasming again, for the third time that day. If you'd always feel like you were as Osamu left his mark on you, perhaps you'd have been happier altogether. Disconnected and used, but happier. 
Nothing, no fighting, and no behaving would ever feel as good. They could praise you and submit to your wishes, but it probably would never satisfy you as much. Only leaving would ever come close to this experience, even though that meant your mind might have already been as depraved as theirs. 
"I love you," Osamu sighed, face nuzzled into your shoulder. "I love you so much."
"I know," you whispered, almost tempted to respond with something appropriately like "Thanks" or "I love you too". Luckily, you didn't, not giving Osamu the height of responding to his feelings positively. 
"Don't let Atsumu--" he pushed out, getting harshly interrupted by a loud bang on the floor on the other side of the countertop and the rustling of a paper bag.
"Don't let me what?! What the absolute fuck is going on here?!"
It could have been so nice as you looked at Atsumu, both anger, disappointment, and then more anger crossing his face. So nice, if only the twin had stayed away for a few more seconds longer, giving you the time to recover and Osamu to try and cover it up. You heard him grumble on top of you before he kissed your shoulder again, releasing his hold on you before leaning up to face his brother. 
"I made them come twice," he said proudly. Clearly, it was Osamu's revenge on his brother after Atsumu played both you and Osamu dirty with his plans.
"Excuse-- WHAT?! YOU DID WHAT?! You piece of shit--"
The following tirade of curses you simply blinded out, letting out a long sigh as Osamu finally got off and out of you, a splurting sound following his cock pulling out, while he fetched some paper towels. All while Atsumu went on and on about how you two could be doing such things after he got scolded for it, Osamu seemingly very indifferent about his brother's tantrum. Some part of you could kind of relate why he'd feel betrayed coming home to the same scene Osamu had kicked him out before for. But really, this time, it had actually been your fault, and you weren't keen on telling him that and taking his anger towards you. 
Osamu helped you down the kitchen counter and wiped off any excess after following his instructions on lifting your leg up for him. Had you ever seen him so carefree before? He even looked up at you smiling lightly, another lovestruck blush on his cheeks. With your legs shivering still, he put your pants back in place and gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you to hurry back to your room until dinner is ready, and he figured out what to do with the raging bastard running up and down the apartment.
"Welcome home," you whispered, passing by Atsumu, and his tirade came to an abrupt halt. With his mouth hanging open, he looked after you, as did Osamu, both twins equally surprised that you'd greet him, all while you hurried to get back into your room, closing the door behind you. There hadn't been a specific reason for you to do something you usually refused. Perhaps you found yourself in a too good to be real mood, manners returning to you as a reflex. Or maybe, you just wanted their arguing to finally cease. Leaning against the wood, you listened to the ensuing silence before their voices picked up again, however, less strained and agitated and more with quiet accusations, as well as surprised tones. 
You, on the other hand, slipped beneath your blanket, pulling it all the way up over your head and enjoying the luxury of having it all to yourself for once. This blanket, usually shared by all three of you, managed to finally comfort you - for real this time - even if raging reproaches started to collect and turn the pleasant fog of lust into dark clouds of self-pity. 
How far more, you wondered, would you sink before they'd reach their goal to completely take you over?
When did humans break under the circumstances they were facing? And even more so: When would it happen to you? Unfortunately, it was already too late to ask yourself this, the answer slowly and menacingly dripping down your leg as their voices echoed from the kitchen into the back of your mind.
But you had yet to fully realize that you were already caught in their greater plan of loving you.
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talkfastromance4 · 3 years
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when i’m dreaming--calum hood oneshot
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yeah so i’m going through something so this is very, very self-indulgent. 
word count: 2.3k
warnings: drinking linked a little with coping, going through a depressive low, best friend!calum
feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!
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Calum notices something is wrong the minute she steps outside. He was about to take a drink of his white claw, but his eyes went to her nails when she pulled Crystal in for a hug. She typically paints them to match her mood and today they’re opalescent pink, barely noticeable but still there. In plain sight but still visible while she secretly wants to be invisible.
She smiles and cracks jokes with everyone she says hello to then when she steps in front of Calum, he sees the sadness in her eyes. They’ve been best friends for awhile now, they’ve shared secrets, stories of first loves and heartaches, their fears, their wildest dreams. But there was always something she kept hidden, tucked away in a box welded shut.
“Hey bud,” she sighs.
“Hey short stuff,” he grins playfully pulling her in for a hug. Her arms wrap around him and he makes sure to give her an extra tight squeeze.
“I’m not that short,” she grumbles in his chest.
“You’re shorter than me,” he reminds rubbing her shoulder with his thumb. Although her arms are loose around him he can feel the tension in her shoulders that she’s carrying.
“Stop hogging her! I haven’t seen her in weeks!” Ashton exclaims and Calum pulls away.
He knows it was too soon to break the hug but to keep up with her own façade he doubts anyone else sees, he does it.
“Hey, you’re the one who disappeared into the desert for all those weeks,” she jokes rising on her toes to loop her arms around Ashton’s neck.
He gives her a big bear hug that lifts her a few inches off the ground, Calum sees her nails digging into her arm as she squeezes him.
“Had to recenter myself, you should try it sometime,” Ashton teases right back. As if she was shocked, she removes herself from the hug then accepts a bottle of Mike’s from Luke.
“I can take something stronger than this, Hemmings,” she takes a large chug regardless.
“Yeah? Like tequila? I got some limes,” he jerks his thumb behind him towards the drink table.
“I said stronger not deadly. You know I can’t handle tequila,” she scrunches her nose.
Everyone else laughs but alarms are going off in Calum��s head.
“Yeah, the floor of my Tesla doesn’t like tequila either,” Michael chimes in with a tray of shots.
“I told you to pull over,” she shrugs lifting up a shot. She takes a whiff and nods in approval at his selected alcohol choice.
“I was going 75 on the freeway!”
“And that’s why I threw up. Ready?” she lifts her glass.
Calum meets her eyes as over the hands of their friends as Ashton gives an impromptu speech about friendship and long rides. He wasn’t really paying attention because when their eyes locked, he saw the panic, he saw the fear of whatever was going on in her head.
**
The next time he sees her is at the movies. Her eyes are darker along with her nails that are now a hunter’s green; camouflaged but still visible. While they’re waiting in line for snacks, he lifts her hand in his and runs his thumb over the color.
“This is a pretty color, I’ve never seen it on you before,” he says.
“Yeah, um…wanted to try something different,” she shrugs. “Do you want the blue icee?”
“Is that even a question?” he raises a brow, and she laughs.
Once they’re settled in the seats the previews start. Calum opens up the bags of sweet and sour treats while she opens the boxes of milk duds. The large bowl of popcorn (with extra butter) is settled between them, long red straws sticking out of their frozen drinks.
Throughout the whole movie, it’s an action romantic comedy, Calum keeps glancing at her. He watches her fingers disappear in the popcorn bowl, her hunter’s green nails appearing black in the dark theater. Calum’s seen enough movies to know this moment is foreshadowing the darkness she’s slipping into. He’s preparing himself for the fall but he’s not entirely sure she is.
**
Two weeks have gone by and he hasn’t seen her since the movie. Their schedules didn’t align so he decided to surprise her with takeout from her favorite Asian restaurant and chocolate cake from her favorite bakery.
When he opens the door, he hears Friends playing on her tv and he finds her horizontal on the couch. The hood of her sweatshirt is over her head, her arms wrapped around her torso, her black nails clutching the fabric.
Calum braces himself for what he’s walking into, sets the food on her counter and crouches in front of her. He pulls her hoodie back a little so he can see her face a bit better, her eyes are distant and staring off behind him.
“Hey,” he says softly then touches her hand. It’s very cold. “Y/N.”
Upon hearing her name does she finally look at him. Her eyes have filled and spilled with her tears in a matter of seconds. He links her fingers through his.
“Hi,” she mouths, her voice barely registering.
“Is this about…him?” he asks delicately.
About a year ago he chipped away at the welding on the box. He knows it involves a guy. He knows it’s about bad timing. He knows it’s about deep emotions.
She nods and the tears erupt more. She buries her face in her hands then adds another layer by hiding in the pillow.
“Nope, nope, hey,” he tugs on her arms. She’s pliant and allows him to drag her in a sitting position. He takes the place where her head was then brings her onto his lap. “I’ve got you, I’m right here.” He murmurs and pulls her hoodie down so he can rub at her hair.
She sobs loudly into his neck. Calum holds her as tight as he can, murmuring comforting words in her ear. Her sobs would subside, but he wouldn’t let go until she did. She’s very good at keeping her emotions at bay and even better at keeping people further away from her harbor. She doesn’t ask for help often, she doesn’t open up too much and when she does it’s always the footnoted version.
Three episodes of Friends later, her hold lessens, she gives a big sniff and peels herself away from Calum. He uses the sleeves of his shirt to wipe at her tears and nose.
“Have you eaten?” he asks, and she shakes her head. “I brought food. I’ll heat it up for you.”
She nods and falls back onto the couch. He rubs her knee then heads into the kitchen. When the food is prepared on plates he brings it to her and she takes it, scarfing down the first few bites heartily.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she finally speaks when her plate is empty.
“I know,” he nods looking over at her until she meets his brown eyes. “It’s okay.”
Calum ends up staying the night, his mind reeling from what the history is with this mystery guy. His thoughts get away from him as he stares at the ceiling above the couch. Was he some celebrity that kept her under the radar and broke her heart repeatedly? A Prince from some far-off country that got her hopes up and crushed them again and again?
He’s tossing and turning until he hears the shower turn on. Sad songs play over and over on her speakers, her voice singing along with the yearning words. Ghostin’ by Ariana and When the Party’s Over by Billie replay one after another.
She’s really hurting.
Calum bounds off the couch and opens the bathroom door.
“Y/N?” he makes sure his voice is a little louder than the music.
A sniff. “Yeah?” her voice is thick.
“Just want you to know I’m here,” he shuts the door and sits next to the shower.
His heart aches when he hears her crying again, the vocals echo and bounce off the tiles. Her sadness fills the room just as it’s filled in the hidden box of the guy who’s making her feel this way.
Four more repeats go by and the shower is finally shut off. Calum scrambles off the floor, sees her tug the towel from the door of the shower. Her shadow figure wraps it around herself and she opens the door. Her skin is red from the hot water, as are her eyes and cheeks from crying more tears. He grabs another towel and helps dry her hair while she stands there avoiding her reflection in the mirror.
“It’s been five years, why do I still feel like this?” she asks quietly.
“It hurts the most when it meant something.”
He left the bathroom after he dried and brushed her hair then waited for her in her bedroom. There’s pictures on her desk from high school. Her and some guy at prom. Her and the same guy a little bit older posing in a selfie on a couch, drunken smiles on their faces. Her and the same guy a little older again posed outside.
This must be from that box. She’s cracked it open and Calum is staring at some of the pieces that have broken her wholly.
“His name’s Henry,” she explains suddenly behind him.
Calum turns to her voice. The drastic change from the happy girl in the photos to the sad girl before him startles him. He remains silent to let her speak or to go into silence again. She moves onto her bed, sitting in the center and tucks her legs against her chest.
“We never dated. But we were always…together. Together in the physical sense for four years,” she continues. Calum joins her cautiously on the bed and listens. “Back and forth always. After every relationship we fell back into each other. He’s the longest relationship I’ve had, and it wasn’t even a real one.
“We cared about each other, and…I think he loved me. Time wasn’t on our side. It was too much or too little, I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Just when I think I’ve let go; I dream of him. Then he’s on my mind for days. And now this time…” she shakes her head and Calum pulls her against him. “I went on socials and I found out that he um…he’s a dad now. And I feel so stupid because that could have been me if we kept what we had. I feel stupid because a part of me wanted it to be me.”
Calum doesn’t fully understand the ins and outs of their relationship, but four years of physical affection and a rock to lean on, that’s a lot of history. He also doesn’t fully understand how this guy didn’t make it official with Y/N. She’s the perfect best friend with a big heart.
Calum wishes he knew her in school because he would have been the one to take her to prom. He would have been the one take her to movies and dinners and surprise her with flowers. He would have made it official rather than keep her guessing.
“I’m really going through it and I don’t know how to get out,” she whispers sadly.
“I think…” Calum heaves a big sigh and kisses her wet head. “I think you’re just cracking the surface of breaking free. I can tell he meant a lot to you and you meant a lot to him. Even if he never said it, you’ll always be a part of him just like he’ll be a part of you. Someone that important won’t just poof away.”
“But I want him to, it hurts.”
“I know it does, sweetheart. I’ll help you in any way I can, okay?”
“You’re so understanding and you’re so good, but I don’t want to cry over another guy when you’re here.”
“That’s what best friends do.”
She turns her head and gazes up at him. He notices the storm in her eyes aren’t as dark, her lips are chapped from the cracking of memories she spilled out.
“Calum, you’re more than my best friend.”
He hears a deeper truth in her statement, and it causes his breathing to quicken. The subtle yet very noticeable flick of her eyes to his lips causes him to react. He gives her a quick peck, but that smallest touch sent an enormous shock through his system.
They settle against her pillows, the kiss wasn’t awkward, but it filled them both with questions. Questions that will be answered at a different time because right now he wants to hear this most vulnerable part of her life. She takes his hand in hers first and plays with his fingers while she talks.
He makes comments and asks questions to try and understand a bit more. Calum kisses her head when her voice starts to shake. Hours go by and the sky starts to lighten, birds are awakening.
“Hey,” she says right as he’s about to fall asleep. They talked all night, but she quieted down about twenty minutes.
“Hm?” he opens his eyes.
“We match.”
He looks down at their intertwined fingers when she taps on his nail. His polish is chipped away from chewing on a hangnail then smiles at the black color. He lifts their hands and kisses their knuckles.
“I feel what you feel.”
“What exactly do you feel?”
“I felt you slipping. I can sense your emotions when no one else can, and I guess I painted my nails subconsciously because I didn’t want you to be alone in the dark,” he explains. She’s quiet for a moment and he thinks she really fell asleep this time.
“Thank you. I don’t think I’ll be this bad again.”
“If you are, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”
“Cal?”
“Hmm?” he sighs. It’s getting harder to keep his eyes open, but he doesn’t want her to stop talking. He doesn’t want her out of his arms.
“When I’m dreaming tonight it will be of you.”
**
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The Arrangement Ch. 28
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Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi
Chapter Summary: Photo shoot day. This ship is leaving the harbor. 
Previous Chapter here
It was still dark out when you got up. Your joints ached as you made your way to the kitchen and got your coffee. You walked over and opened the curtain slightly. In the early morning darkness you could make out snow flurries making their way to the ground. You pressed a hand against the glass, feeling the cold seep through. A chill went through you. You were glad you had ordered the extra waterproof equipment for today. 
You looked back and over towards the stairs. Yoongi would be able to sleep for two more hours before he needed to be at the trailer. BigHit had rented an area of park about 15 minutes outside of Seoul. You hoped traffic would go smoothly given the snowfall and that everything would be on time. The trailer company had already confirmed with you last night. Now all that was left was ensuring the trucks got appropriately loaded with the equipment. You got dressed and headed to the loading docks. 
The sun started to rise an hour later after you, the lighting, and the photography crew had made sure all of the equipment had been loaded. You then sent a message with directions to the head of catering and grabbed the clothing and accessory trunks. Satisfied, and sweaty, you hopped into the van and let the driver know you were ready.
The trip up into the mountains was a little bit scary, to be honest. The fresh snow crunched beneath the tires. As if sensing your nervousness, the driver reassured you, “We’ll just take our time. I drive in snow all the time.” You gave him a grateful smile but did not loosen your grip on the handle above the door.  “I can’t believe this didn’t get canceled.” He continued.
“Yeah, me either,” you agreed. You continued to monitor your phone. There were so many moving pieces that went into this shoot. It was difficult enough when everything was on-site. Having it in a location off-property and outdoors was immensely more difficult. You were glad to see the trailers were actually set up and running when you arrived. You had ordered a restroom trailer and a production trailer. Both generators were running smoothly. You checked in with the photography and lighting crew before unloading the van. 
You set up all of the clothing and accessories in the back room of the production trailer.  Hoseok had sent you photos of what each outfit was supposed to look like along with little notes. On the plus side, it was very nice and warm. It was small, but the space was manageable enough for 2-3 people. On the downside, it made going back outside suck even more. You walked back through the rest of the trailer, making sure the galley was prepared for the catering crew. Photography had their own section to review any footage without getting frostbite.
You took a deep breath and looked around. Yes. This could work. The sun was over the horizon now. You went out to help set up heat lamps.
At around 9 am the rest of the staff showed up: catering, stylists, and various assistants. You quickly assigned jobs to the assistants and showed the caterers to the galley. 
“Hey lady!” Alice waved as she exited the van. “It’s been a minute. What have you been up to?” She reached back in and produced two coffees, walking towards you with one. 
“Oh my goodness. Thank you. Thank you. You know. The same. Working. Helping Jimin prepare for the auction.” You took a sip of the coffee. “This is delicious.”
“Right?” Alice smiled, “I asked the driver if she would mind stopping at a real coffee shop and it turns out she was also burned out on BigHit house blend so we did. It’s so cold.” She shivered.
“Yeah. Well, you will be in the trailer to get started. Yoongi will be coming straight here so nothing will be done.”
Alice giggled, “Oooo, bed head Yoongi.” She turned around as you heard another car door shut. “You hear that Bongcha?”
What. the. Fuck.
“Hey!” Bongcha greeted you. “Ugh it’s so cold.” She wiggled and took a sip of her coffee. “Bed head Yoongi? Sign me up.”
You felt your eye twitch ever so slightly. You took out your phone, “Yeah he should be awake now. I’ll text him to check.” How to ask this tactfully, “Hey Bongcha. I thought Jessi was on make-up today.”
“She was, but she started to feel sick last night and asked if I’d cover for her. Of course I said yes.” She smiled
You swallowed your pride, “Awesome, well thank you so much. I really appreciate you stepping up. Like I said, you two will be in the trailer to start out. Yoongi’s room is in the very back, feel free to set up in there.” You gestured to the production trailer. 
“Great, thanks!” Alice said, walking around to the back of the van. You directed some of the assistants to help the ladies take their equipment inside.
YN: You up?
YG: No :p
YN: omg never call me a brat again. It’s freezing out here by the way
YG: What happened to “the snow is so pretty. I love winter. It’s the best”
YN: I like snow. I hate cold. Status?
YG: leaving now see you soon
YN: You gonna drink hot coffee today?
YG: never
You smiled and put your phone back in your pocket. Watching your breath become air you turned and looked at the set. It was all coming together; you had done it. It had fortunately stopped snowing for now, but unfortunately, your feet were soaked. You didn’t own waterproof shoes.  Oh well, you thought as you felt the cold begin to creep into your feet. This too shall pass.
You checked in with the crew members directing them to the hot beverage station which you had asked catering to set up outside. A floor had also been placed down under a canopy to provide a brief respite from any precipitation. Several people were taking turns standing in front of the heating lamps. “Thanks so much for ordering these!” “I can’t believe we’re shooting today.” You heard several times from the production crew. 
Finally you saw a car pull up that had to belong to Yoongi. You were surprised to see that he had driven himself. You had definitely requested a driver for him. You walked over, waiting for him to get his bag out and open the door.  He got out and mumbled a hello. He was wearing a hat, scarf, facemask, gloves, and long coat.
You smiled, “Hiding from the cold? A good strategy.”
“I hate this.” He said as he walked past you.
“I know.” You followed him, falling in step beside him. “But, look: you have a fancy trailer. And a fancy trailer to pee in. And your skin looks so refreshed and hydrated.”
You heard him laugh behind the fabric, “Yeah thanks, someone assaulted me with face lotion last night.”
“Assault? Please. Anyways, your room is in the back of the trailer. Alice and Bongcha are waiting for you, I have your outfits organized.” 
Yoongi stopped, “I thought I told you not to...you know.” He widened his eyes and trailed off as the two of you were surrounded by people. 
“I did what you asked me, and it couldn’t be helped. I’m sorry, I just found out.” You shivered. The sun had briefly escaped behind a smattering of gray clouds.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, clearly even more pissed off than he had been. “Yeah. Great. Where are your clothes?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.
He gestured to you. “It’s -3.”
“I don’t have many winter clothes. Besides. It’s not so bad in the sun.”
Yoongi sighed in annoyance and took off his hat. He unceremoniously pulled it down onto your head, covering your eyes.  
“Hey...” you whined as you moved your hands up to fix it. When you did, Yoongi was already at the door of the trailer and going inside. You sighed and enjoyed the added warmth of the grey hat. It was extra toasty since Yoongi had inadvertently prewarmed it for you. You decided to go try and nonchalantly put your feet in front of one of the heaters and hope your shoes would dry out.
“45 minutes. 45 minutes left til go.” You yelled as you headed over to the awning. You plopped down into one of the camp chairs you had rented and took out your phone.
Jimin: Good luck today. I'll be sending you warm thought :(
YN: Thanks my dude. It’s fucking freezing out here. 
You snapped a selfie making a sad face.
JM: Yeah it snowed a lot last night. Omg you have Yoongi’s hat. So cute. Invite me to the wedding
YN: *eyeroll* I’ll invite you to your funeral *angry face*
JM: ahahahahahahahahahaha You smiled and answered a few emails.
WWH: Where are yooooooooo gggggguuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyssss. Yoongi won’t answer meeeeee :(
YN: Photoshoot all day. Sorry. Maybe we can hang this weekend.
YN: Jin is sad you won’t text him back. 
You sent a screenshot of Jin’s messages.
YG: WWH? 
YN: World Wide Handsome.
YG:.........user does not exists error 404
YN: ???????
YG: This number has been disconnected
Oh my God, you laughed. Putting your phone back into your pocket you decided to go make the rounds on the set and ensure when Yoongi came outside things could move quickly. The first set was with a sleigh. You walked through the blocking with the head photographer and checked with the propmaster to make sure the correct items were in and around it. Satisfied you went to the trailer. The door to the back room was open so you stopped at the doorway and watched. 
Alice had blown Yoongi’s hair back, exposing his forehead. Bongcha was done applying foundation and was lightly lining the corners of his eyes. He flicked them over towards you suddenly. 
“Go away, I’m mad at you.” Yoongi deadpanned
The two girls laughed.
“You two also. When you’re done with my make-up you can leave.” He pointed to the door while pouting. 
Clearly you had missed something.  “Oh? Yeah? Are you mad about the fancy trailer or the coffee station? I need to know.” You put a hand on your hip.
“I think he’s jealous of World Wide Handsome. He’s been going on and on about it. He was trying to get us to disagree, but we can’t.” Alice laughed. “I’m getting ready to spray, hold your breath if you’re sensitive.” 
Bongcha used her hand to shield Yoongi’s eyes as Alice applied the hairspray. 
You rolled your eyes as they all giggled. “Whatever. Your first shot is with the sleigh so it needs to have that Christmassy vibe. It’s this outfit here,” You walked in and gently shimmied behind the other girls, pulling the outfit and accessory bag off the garment rack. You sat down on the couch next to Yoongi. You turned and left the room.
“YN I’m just kidding!” You heard Yoongi yell. Whatever. He was right. Today sucked. You continued on outside, giving another countdown. A few minutes later Bongcha and Alice exited the trailer, presumably to let Yoongi change. They walked over towards you. Ugh. Not today. 
“How has everyone else been to Jin’s apartment but not me?” Bongcha whined as they approached you.
Alice laughed, “WelI was only there to work and do his girlfriend’s make-up. It was awful.”
“Ex-girlfriend though,” You clarified.
Bongcha sighed, “We’ll see how long it lasts this time. They do this a lot.”
“Oh. that sucks.”
“Yeah. Especially since Alice has the world’s biggest crush on him.” Bongcha teased.
“Shut up.” Alive gently shoved her. “Anyways...YN. I need to know. And I won’t be mad. Do you have a crush on Jin?”
You were dumbfounded. Why did people keep asking you that? “Um no?”
“Are you sure? Because you can tell me. I mean. I’ll fight you for him because I’ve liked him a long time and may the best girl win.”
You laughed, “Alice. I definitely definitely don’t like Jin. He’s like a goofy older brother to me. I’m just glad Yoongi has a friend.” 
Bongcha sighed, “It’s just our fate in life to pine after the men of BigHit,” She looked dreamily over at the production trailer.
“Sorry,” Alice said. “Yoongi mentioned Jin was in your phone as world wide handsome so I just got super paranoid.”
You blinked several times and then started to laugh. “Ahahaha no. That’s just how he talks and it makes me laugh. I mean. I understand that he is objectively a good-looking guy. But so are most of the guys we work with soooo…”
“Yeah. But Yoongi is definitely the cutest.” Bongcha sighed. “And he’s so sweet. He even let you borrow his hat today.” She smiled.
“Yep. He’s very thoughtful.” You added, careful to watch what you said. You felt slightly sick to your stomach. You saw the door to the trailer open. Yoongi had his coat on over the first outfit. He scanned the set and headed over to talk to the director of photography. You waited a few minutes before heading that way. 
"Perfect timing YN," Yoongi said. He slipped his coat off and put it around your shoulders. "Keep this warm for me." Before you could object he headed over towards the sleigh. 
Dammit. The coat was warm. You crossed your arms in front of you, pulling the fabric around you. Bongcha and Alice went in for touch ups and then the photography began. 
After the second set another round of snowfall began. You were thankful that so far Yoongi hadn't asked for his coat back. Your feet were thoroughly soaked. Everything on set seemed to be in order. The snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way over to the production trailer. You headed into the back room and shut the door. Removing your socks and shoes you pressed your cold, pruny foot between your hands, hoping it would warm up. It did help, but you began to dread putting your socks back on. Dammit. 
You heard the door handle turn and looked up. Fortunately it was just Yoongi so far, not the girls. 
"Hey. Sorry, I'll get out of here." you said, starting to collect your things. 
"What's wrong with your feet?" Yoongi asked with a concerned look on his face. 
"Oh. I guess some snow got into my boots. They’re fine. Just cold." You half lied. 
Yoongi picked up one of your socks. "This is soaked. You can't put this back on." He gave the sock a disgusted look and jettisoned it across the room.
“No!!!! That’s my only sock. Yoongi I have to.” You got up to try and find it. “I don't have other ones. There's not even extra Gucci socks from the clothing trunk I can steal.” You started digging around between the couch and end table with your ass unceremoniously in the air.  
Yoongi smirked at first, “Well it's going to keep snowing.” He sighed. “Just stay in here the rest of the shoot.” 
You turned around, your face red from being upside down. “No. I'm your assistant. I need to be out there helping.” You were clearly upset.
Yoongi took out his phone and side eyed you. “Calm down. Just wait. We're taking a break anyways. 30 minutes. OK? I’ll be back.” He shut the door as he turned around. 
Yoongi dialed the number and walked over towards the door. There weren’t many shoes to sort through so he found yours quickly. He frowned as he felt how soaked they were and checked the bottom. The person finally picked up the phone.
Hobi’s voice was high pitched, tinged with concern. "You're calling me? Is everything OK?" 
"No.” Yoongi tried to keep his voice low as he walked over to his car for some privacy “We're at this fucking snow infested shoot and YN doesn't have waterproof shoes and her feet are going to get frostbite. Her socks and shoes are soaked." 
Hoseok could see where this was going. "Where is the shoot?" 
"It's only like 15 minutes away. Maybe 20 with the snow. She wears a 255" Yoongi opened his car door and got inside.
 Hobi couldn't resist, he ran his tongue along his lips. "And what do I get for this favor?" 
Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, "Whatever you want. I don't have  a lot of time before we start shooting."  He stopped in annoyance, the hair product sticking to his fingers.
Hoseok closed his eyes and smiled. The satisfaction of his suspicions being true felt good. "I tease. I like YN, I don't want her to get frostbite, I'm doing this for her. No favor necessary." 
“Thanks. I’ll send you the coordinates.” Yoongi hung up the phone and texted Hobi.  He leaned his head back against the headrest. Namjoon was making them do this to punish him, he was sure. There was no reason why this couldn’t have been moved back. He had done everything he had been asked to do lately though. Even though, it turns out what he had been tasked with wasn’t difficult at all. He hadn’t intended to like this arrangement. He hadn’t intended to like you. And it was becoming more and more difficult for him to ignore the fact that he did. You were constantly on his mind.
He smiled as he thought back to last night. You were so cute.  Yoongi closed his eyes briefly, remembering the weight of your hand in his and the feeling of your fingers on his face. He wanted it to happen again again. He felt a warmth rush through his body. It was cut short when he heard the car door open, shaking him from his thoughts. He was annoyed for a half second until he saw you. Still wearing his hat. You were holding his coat. 
“Here, you can have your coat back.” You said, handing it to him like a blanket.
He briefly chewed on his lip, and looked forward again. “Jhope’s bringing you shoes.”
“What? He doesn’t need to do that. Yoongiiii”
“You will make a terrible assistant if we have to cut your feet off.” He replied dryly. He cleared his throat. “Why are you out here anyways? You’re supposed to be staying in the trailer where it’s warm. And not wearing those,” he gestured in disgust to your soaked shoes.
You rolled your eyes, “Bongcha is ready to touch up your make-up. We have ten minutes until the shoot starts again.”
The snow had covered most of the windshield at this point. Leaving the two of you with a half-covered view of the set.
Yoongi looked back out towards the snow, his breath visible as he confessed, “I just want to go home.”
“Me too. I don’t even want to play in the snow. You know how bad that is?” 
Yoongi turned to face you, “If you like the snow so much why don’t you have snow-proof shoes?”
You fidgeted, uncomfortable with the question. “Snow shoes are expensive. I gave mine to my aunt when I moved out. She still has to walk to work.” You pulled down your sleeves to make sweater paws. “I work in the building most of the time so I thought she should have them.” 
“Of course you did.” Yoongi shook his head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You said defensively.
“Calm down brat. It means you do a great job taking care of others.” He reached over and grabbed your hand. “But you need to do a better job taking care of yourself.”
You looked out the window, sure that your face was growing red. “Yeah. I guess.”
“I know it’s what you’ve had to do for a long time.” He took a deep breath as he forced himself to say the next part, “So I’ll take care of you until you get better at it.” He squeezed your hand and then let go. “Jhope should be here soon with your shoes and socks.” He placed the keys in the cup holder. “Turn the car on if you want.” He let himself out, leaving you to sit and think about what had just happened. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda​​​​  @anpanman-sonyeondan​​​​   @firefairy1​​​​  @cuteipat​​​​  @sugaslittlekookies​​​​  @janeelizabeth1216​​​ @deeepvibes​​​​ @gxldenhunny​​​​ @livelyjay​​​​ @bobbyboops​​​​ @honeysunandsoil​​​​ @deathkat657​​​​ @niniita-ah​​​​ @min-yus​​​​ @or-worse-expelled7​​​​ @black-rose-29​​​​ @storms-and-stars-blog​​   
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jombocostello · 3 years
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I Need You (Jotaro x Reader)
Anonymous said: hello hi may i please request jotaro and reader sharing their first kiss
Yes of course!! I hope you enjoy it!
It's been three days since Dio was defeated. You're completely exhausted - but Holly Kujo seems to somehow possess never-ending energy.
"Oh, (Y/N)! Would you like some more tea? I think I made too much..." She bustles over to you, grinning widely as she starts pouring more tea into the small tea cup sitting in front of you. "Tell me when to stop!"
The cup's already almost full, so you quickly say, "That's enough. Thank you." She smiles and nods, then heads back to the stove. You sip the scalding tea, and as you do Holly comes over and sits next to you at the small table.
"How are you feeling?" she asks you, leaning close and placing her hand gently on your arm. "Are your injuries doing better?"
"Yeah." You glance down at your other arm, which is partially covered by a large bandage. "I didn't get the worst of it, so I've been alright."
"Oh, (Y/N)... I'm sure it was still horrible." Holly's concern is comforting; you'd been so worried about the conditions of the other three that you'd sort of forgotten to worry about yourself. "Make sure to take care of yourself, alright? You went through so much - it's the least you deserve."
You give Holly a genuine smile, for what you think might be the first time in a few days. You've just been so exhausted and lost lately. "Thank you, Mrs. Kujo. I really appreciate it." You drink some more tea. "...How's Jotaro doing?" Holly had been taking care of him earlier; he's still in pretty horrible shape.
"Oh, he's just napping in his room." You nearly laugh at the mental image of Jotaro 'napping.' "Why, did you want to see him?"
"Ah... Yeah, if I wouldn't be bothering him." You haven't talked much with him since you got back, honestly. Last night you'd gone to sleep the second you knew Holly was alright, and you haven't really seen him all day today. He must not be feeling well. You're not sure he wants to see you, but you really want to see him and make sure he's doing okay. He's been through much more than you.
"Oh, I think he would really like to see you, (Y/N)!" Holly replies, smiling widely. "I'm sure he misses you." You flush a bit at her word choice; that makes your relationship with Jotaro sound a lot more serious than it is. You had bonded on the journey to Egypt, sure, and you spent a lot of time with each other, but...it was never anything like that. Jotaro was always so closed off.
You would be lying if you said you hadn't considered it. You've thought Jotaro was handsome since the first time you met him, and as you spent more time with him, you realized that he was hiding a lot of sensitivity behind a cool facade. It was your goal to try and break down that wall, to see how he was truly feeling...and how he truly felt about you.
Holly laughs, shocking you out of your thoughts. "Lost you there," she chuckles, and you go ever redder. "I'm kidding!" She looks down and sees that you've finished your tea, so she grabs the cup and brings it into the kitchen. "Go see how he's doing. I know he'll be glad to see you."
You're not gonna argue with Holly; you only met her yesterday, but you already love her. "Alright." You're honestly a little nervous, but you try to push any anxieties from your mind.
You stand up and push your chair in, but before you can leave, Holly grabs your arm. "Don't worry, okay? He's a sweet kid, and he - well, I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but he likes you a lot." Your eyes widen. "So you'll be fine!" Holly finishes in that cheery voice of hers, giving you an obnoxious thumbs-up. "Go on, now."
She pretty much forces you out the room and shoves you down the hallway to Jotaro's bedroom. You laugh a little under your breath; she's recovered extremely well for only a couple days. You like her a lot already; she's sweet and bubbly, which is really refreshing after the hell you've been through. You can't say that you're totally happy with her right now, though, now that she's forcing you to talk to Jotaro.
He had taken a lot for you in the battle against Dio. You did everything you could, pushed yourself and your stand to the absolute limit - but in the end, Dio was just too powerful. A well-placed hit in Dio's stopped time had put you completely out of commission for the rest of the battle, and Jotaro had to defeat him all by himself. You still feel really bad for putting him through that.
You walk slowly down the hall until you reach what you're pretty sure is Jotaro's room. Sucking in a deep breath, you rap softly on the door a couple times. "Who is it?" comes Jotaro's gravelly reply.
"Uh, (Y/N)," you call back. You hate how timid you sound.
He waits for a moment before speaking again. "Come in." You exhale and then slowly open the door.
You expect to find him lying on his bed, but he's actually sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. You walk in, shutting the door behind you, and he nods at you. "Hey," he says, his voice low and a little raspy. "You can sit on the bed if you want."
You take him up on that offer and take a seat at the edge of his bed, placing your hands in your lap. "How are you feeling?" you offer. You're not sure of what else to say.
"A lot better. The Speedwagon Foundation's got good doctors." Jotaro turns in his chair so he's facing you, and you only now realize he's not wearing his hat. The last time you saw him without it was when you shared a hotel room back in Cairo. He has dark hair that's surprisingly curly. It looks soft.
You blink, realizing where your thoughts wandered. As you try to rid yourself of these embarrassing mental images, Jotaro watches you closely. "Did you want to talk about something?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
"Ah, I -" You've gone and flustered yourself. "Um... I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay."
"Oh." He turns away and looks down at his desk; there's a book sitting open in front of him. "Well I'm fine." He won't meet your eyes for some reason.
"Good! I'm glad." It doesn't seem like he wants to talk with you anymore, so you start to stand. "I'll see you later -"
"How are you?" You freeze when Jotaro asks you that, still staring down at the desk. You turn, looking at him with a little smile on your face. Maybe he does care about you like you care about him.
"I'm alright. The doctors fixed me up pretty quick too." You sit back down and laugh a little. "And Holly's certainly been taking care of me."
Jotaro laughs too, and you almost fall in love on the spot. The sound is rich and warm, and you want to hear it again the second it passes. "Yeah, she's always been like that. Doting, I mean." He finally turns to look at you, and you meet his intense gaze. His eyes are always really severe, but this time there's something different in them. You let yourself hope that it's care. "I'm really glad you made it out alright. I was... I was scared for you."
You frown and scoot a little closer to him. "I didn't - I didn't realize you..." Your voice fades away, and you clear your throat. "You're the reason I made it out, Jotaro. I didn't get to see it, but I heard about everything you did to beat Dio. You saved me, and Joseph, and Polnareff..." You fold your hands in your lap. "I just wish I could've been a bigger help."
He takes your hands in a rush, and you gasp softly. He looks down at you with furrowed brows. "You did help, (Y/N). You put everything on the line when you were fighting him, I saw it. God, you - you did everything you could." He looks down, breaking eye contact yet again, and you're left stunned by his words. "So don't worry about it."
You almost want to cry. You can't believe Jotaro harbors those thoughts for you. You had thought that you inconvenienced him in the final battle, but... "If I'm being honest, (Y/N)..." You look back to Jotaro. You have no idea what he's about to say. "I needed you there. I needed you with me."
This does end up making tears spring to your eyes, and you swipe them away in an embarrassed rush. "I'm sorry," you mutter, and Jotaro says nothing in response. "I just didn't know you felt like that." You smile a bit through your tears, and you stare down at your lap. "I felt the same way. You always inspired me to do better."
In one quick motion, Jotaro stands up from his chair and sits down beside you. You look up at him, your eyes wide, and he almost nervously reaches out and takes your hand. You can see bandages running up his arm. "Well..." His voice fades away, and he finally forces himself to hold your gaze. "I like you a lot. I don't know if you, uh...feel the same... But I figured I'd let you know."
You laugh at that, and you almost surprise yourself with the sound. Jotaro smiles too, and he leans in a little closer to you. "Your laugh is cute," he says, and you feel his voice all throughout your body. You laugh again, and his smile grows wider. You don't notice when Jotaro comes even closer. "I'm just gonna -" And just like that, his lips are on yours.
You're surprised, and you nearly gasp. He kisses you almost awkwardly, and his hands gradually find their way to your waist as he presses his lips to yours. He pulls you a little closer to him, and you wrap your arms over his shoulders. It's obvious that he's note very experienced at this, but that's far from your mind. You can't believe he's kissing you. You can't believe he actually likes you, honestly.
He breaks away for a second to catch his breath, and as he does he whispers, "I hope that wasn't weird."
You shake your head, similarly breathless. "Not at all," you reply. His mouth slowly turns up into a grin, and he lets out a laugh. You start laughing as well, and as you both giggle he pulls you into a tight hug.
"What are you gonna do after this?" he murmurs once you've stopped laughing.
"I was thinking about transferring schools," you answer, smiling widely. "Do you have any suggestions?"
You can't see his face, but you figure he's rolling his eyes. He leans back and takes in your expression one more time, and he kisses your cheek. "Thanks for sticking around," he says, and you just nod. There's no mistaking his feelings now.
You both whip your heads to the door when you hear high-pitched whispers in the hall outside, accompanied by a lower voice. "I never thought they'd do it, Holly!" you hear from outside. "I've been waiting for months now."
"Oh, just be glad that they're happy," Holly replies, and you sigh. She's right - you're so, so happy. You turn to Jotaro, and he pulls you close to him. You've honestly never been happier.
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bluesparklingmoon · 3 years
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Helping Sebastian With Chores
Summary: Sebastian is moved by your kindness for others.
Pairings: MC x Sebastian
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You woke up that morning to a storm. The clock said 5:00am and you get ready for your workday with Sebastian.
You greet him in the kitchen when it gets to 5:30am as he drinks a cup of coffee. “Morning, Sebastian. Did you get enough sleep?”
“I slept well. It looks like it will be cooler today. It was 88 degrees outside yesterday.”
“Right, that heat is no joke. At least the clothes dried in the sun…oh no! I forgot to take them down the clothes line.” You rush over to the glass doors and see the resident’s clothes swaying in the clothes line drenched in rain. “Ugh… now I have to wash them all over.”
Sebastian stands beside you, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you re-wash them all when the storm is over. I just made some coffee if you want some. Today’s breakfast is chocolate chip waffles, english muffins, potatoes, and hard boiled eggs. Do you want to make the waffles and toast the english muffins?”
“Sure. Did Comte get the English muffins shipped here?”
“He sure did. We have some extra baking trays now too.”
You sip a cup of coffee and look at the calendar on the kitchen wall that lists all the chores you both have for the day. You notice it is a lot for the week and that Sebastian gave you more of the easier chores.
“Sebastian is always working hard.” You tell yourself.
When has Sebastian gotten a vacation?
You notice Sebastian boiling a pot of water for the hard boiled eggs and getting the bag of potatoes out to start peeling.
You frown. If you were not at the mansion, Sebastian would have had a more busy workload that would be too much for one person. He goes into town on his days off, but he works every week.
“Everything alright, Ms. MC?”
“Sebastian, do you have any friends outside of the mansion?”
“No. I chat with locals in passing and have acquaintances. Why?”
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“Maybe you should get out more?”
“Do you want to go with me to see a dog park? They are hosting a dog adoption event there this Saturday. Everyone else in the mansion has a pet.”
“You want a puppy? I didn’t think you were the type to want to clean after a dog. What type?”
“A Dalmatian, perhaps?”
“You saw that movie too growing up? I saw part one and part two. I think there was a part three as well.” You start taking out chocolate bars from the fridge and chop them into pieces on a cutting board.
You set it aside in a bowl while you mix the waffle mix in another. You add the chocolate chips into the waffle batter and heat up the cast iron waffle maker. The butter sizzles as it melts and you make enough waffles for everyone. When you are almost done with the waffles, you toast english muffins in the oven.
Sebastian displays the food on a silver breakfast warmer on the dinning room table.
He goes back into the kitchen to finish cooking and you set up the table with beautifully decorated plates, handcrafted glass cups, expensive silverware utensils, and light the candles in the room. The curtains remain closed due to the storm.
Under Sebastian’s training you help him serve breakfast. They all thank you both for the meal and Theo volunteers to wash the dishes when breakfast is done. You eat breakfast with Sebastian at the dining table.
Sebastian and you do your chores for the day. At noon Sebastian tells you, “I have to go into town to get some clothing fabric with Leonardo and Comte today. They want to design some clothes for me.” He beams in excitement. “How amazing! The great Comte and Leonardo wanting to add more to my wardrobe. They make me the most expensive clothes I have ever had in my life you know. Also they wish me to accompany them to the harbor to get seafood.”
“That’s great. You should hang out with your idols, Sebastian. I love that blush on your face it’s so cute.” You laugh at him.
“R-really? I-I’m not blushing.”
“Of course you are. Oh, there they are. Comte, May I have a word with you for a moment?”
Comte looks quizzical, “Yes, ma cherie.” He steps out of the dinning outside with you into the library. “What is the matter?”
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“I was hoping you could give Sebastian a vacation, Comte. A two week vacation. It’s just that I noticed he works hard, but I don’t want him to overwork himself. I don’t think Sebastian knows how to relax. Maybe you know a good place in the 18th century he could go to unwind?”
“I know a lot of good places. I will pay for everything. How about four weeks? I will ask him where he wants to go. I have been telling Sebastian he can take more days off for years now but he said he does not mind it. Since before you arrived, Sebastian already has a paid two week vacation every month, he just has not taken it. I have been worried about him. He’s like that older son that has the responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders. I just want to see our Sebastian happy.”
“Awww, Comte. Me too.” You both go back into the dining room and tell Sebastian to have a good time.
You finished your chores early a few minutes later and find yourself back in the kitchen looking at the ‘chore schedule’. You decide to do Sebastian’s chores as well.
You get to work, barley stopping except to use the bathroom.
Sebastian arrives back five hours later, “MC, I just stocked the fridge with some seafood. Would you like some crab legs? MC, what are you doing?”
You were sweeping the floor, in the hallway upstairs and had reached the end. “I’m sweeping.”
“…Alright then. Do you want to eat some?”
You put the remaining dust into the garbage bin and set the broom and dust pan aside. “I’m fine. What time is it?”
“Going on 6pm. We got seafood for the residents for dinner. It is already cooked by a seafood store owner by the harbor. Do you want some shrimp?” He holds a shrimp up toward you by the tail and you bite it.
“Hmmm that’s good.”
“You almost bite my finger off.” Sebastian laughs, “You can have the rest of the shrimp if you want.” Sebastian hands you the bag of cooked shrimp, and you eat it. “I will be finishing my chores and then I will head to bed. I’m tired.” He yawns.
“Alright then. Good night, Sebastian.”
“Goodnight, MC. Take care. See you tomorrow morning. Comte and Leonardo bought me the most expensive fabrics and are sewing me outfits as we speak. Leonardo said I should go on a vacation. I said I’m fine and Comte said it was not a question. Ha! I guess I’m spoiled rotten today.” Sebastian smiles about his day and heads downstairs.
You could call it a day, but you had a surprise in mind. You fill a bucket with hot water and mop the floors throughout the mansion.
*Imagine they have hardwood floors instead of carpet for this fanfic*
You have to stop multiple times to catch your breath. After moping the floors you drink water and eat a snack. You put on a coat, grab a flashlight and head outside to clean the gutter.
Dazai opens the window from inside his room and looks at you bewildered.
You are standing on a ladder with a flashlight in your mouth shining onto the gutter as you use your hands to toss it into a trash bag you tied around yourself.
“Toshiko-san, I thought a ninja had tried to get into my room but I see a lady outside at 11pm. What a strange sight this is. Why are you out here so late?”
“I’m cleaning.” You say muffled. He always gets your name wrong.
Dazai sits on his windowsill. “Go back inside, Toshiko-san. You should get some rest. I am about to go out, but a lady such as yourself-“
You loose your balance and fall. Dazai quickly grabs hold of your hand and you dangle in the air in his grasp. He pulls you up through his window and you grab onto his chest frightened.
“There, there, Toshiko-san. It’s alright.” He holds you close till your heart rate slows down and you are no longer shaking. “Please don’t do that again.” He tells you.
“S-sorry Dazai.” You look around and see you are in his room for the first time. A very old traditional japanese room and you are hit with nostalgia of homeland.
Dazai pins you against the wall, his ragged breathing in your ear and his scent engulfing you. “D-Dazai?”
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Dazai looks you in the eyes, “I…I should let you go. I will do it this once. If you ever come into my room again…you won’t leave. Please leave.”
Dazai reluctantly puts an arm down and you rush out of his room slamming the door behind you. You hurry to the supply closet and take a deep breath. You grab a few things.
You go back inside to polish the floors. You get down on your knees and use a washcloth to wipe the floors.
A few hours later, Comte meets you in the hallway, “MC? Have you been up this whole time?”
You are finished cleaning the fireplace and heading to the library. You have charcoal smudged on your face, arms and dress.
You are wearing the same dress from the day before. You tiredly nod, “Yeah, I did three days worth of chores for Sebastian. It’s a surprise.” You stumble into the library barley walking straight and grab the cooking book you wanted to look at to take to your room. You plan on reading it later.
Comte grabs your shoulders, “Very kind heart you have, MC. But you need to rest as well.”
You shrug his arms away, and try to walk out the library, “I’m just gonna take this… to my room.” You vision gets foggy and you wake up in Sebastian’s room.
“MC, are you awake? You overworked yourself. How could you tell me not to overdo it and you go right ahead and get me all worried? Here drink some water.”
You sip some cool water and feel your head clear. “Sebastian?”
“Comte said you fainted and he caught you. He told me you worked all night. Please don’t scare me like that again. You did my chores three days in advance? Comte also revealed you asked him for my vacation.” Tears are falling down Sebastian’s face.
“I…I want you to be happy Sebastian. I want you to be able to relax as well. Everyone here at the mansion appreciates you, but-“Sebastian hugs you tightly. “do not forget to take some time for yourself…yes I overdid it. I’m sorry. I will take better care of myself from now on.”
Sebastian wipes his tears away. “I have not been outside of Paris in a while. When we get to our hotel, we can explore all of South America from the town to the countryside.”
“What?”
“When we go on vacation together-“
“We?”
“I can’t go on vacation without you. Please?”
“Okay.” You smile back at him.
He leans down and kisses your forehead, “Sleep. We will leave for vacation tomorrow afternoon. I can’t wait to spend more time with you.”
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You have yet to confess your feelings for Sebastian but maybe on this vacation you can find the courage to finally tell him.
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