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i still can't believe this is his bed hair like dude...wtf???

it looks amazing on you sweetie <3

insider story with kenma and hinata:

WHEN YOU'RE MAD AND USE THEIR FULL NAME

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

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ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die. 

really. 

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you.  just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t. 

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!” 

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good. 

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course. 

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy. 

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.” 

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed. 

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him? 

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name. 

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were. 

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual. 

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt. 

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.” 

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary. 

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word. 

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do. 

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face. 

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man. 

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge. 

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.” 

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you. 

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

© 2024 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

Huge fan of how in Haikyuu every setter is absolutely off the walls insane w it and suga is Just a setter. No stressful mind games he’s just playing volleyball. Which trips up every OTHER setter so bad that he changes the entire game every time. I love suga

the five times you knowingly & unknowingly encountered spiderman 🕷️🕸️

pairing: spiderman!rin x f!reader

ONE | the first time you met rin itoshi was on your first day at a new school unbeknownst to you that he was the anonymous hero who was currently going viral all over the papers and news. you had opened your pencil case, accidentally flicking your pen off your desk to which rin had impressively caught despite it going at 1000mph before handing it back to you.

“oh, thanks.”, you let out a half laugh while your brows sort of scrunched up, shocked at how he was even able to catch that.

he didn’t say anything in return, but gave you an awkward smile and a small nod.

TWO | the second time you came across him was when shidou was picking a fight with him. now, you was made very aware of shidou by his constant flirting and attempts to ask you out so it didn’t shock you when you saw him causing a fight on the school yard with rin.

“just leave him alone, shidou. this doesn’t make you ‘cool’ at all.”, you say, air quoting the word cool.

he lets go of rin’s collar, walking over to you with his goofy grin he always has when he sees you, “hey, pretty.”

you scoff, “not today.”, walking away from him, causing him to follow you like a lost puppy and lose all attention to rin, who was silently thanking you for stepping in.

THREE | the third time you met him wasn’t as rin, but as spiderman. the city was in chaos due to a villain who called himself the green goblin destroying buildings and landscapes, all to enact ‘revenge’ on spiderman.

you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, all you wanted to do was go shopping with your girls, and now you wasn’t even sure if you’d be making it home.

as you stood on the highest level of the shopping mall, you felt the floor beneath you begin to crumble. panicking, you tried running to any exit as it continued falling at a rapid pace.

you began to brace yourself for the fall, knowing how this would end, your feet no longer on a solid ground. before you even got the chance to scream, you felt a firm grip on your waist, looking up to see the one and only spiderman.

you knew the fangirls he had were crazy, and you always thought it was the most ridiculous thing. but, after you suddenly felt your heart lighten from the previous dread, all because of him, you could understand why.

he quickly put you down somewhere safe, checking you over, “are you okay?”, he asks quickly, knowing he was needed elsewhere.

“yes.. thank you.”, you stumble your words, still slightly shocked.

“be careful, y/n, okay?”

“..okay.”, you nodded, but wait, did he just say your name? no.. it must be the shock, surely.

FOUR | the city was holding a parade for spiderman after managing to save countless people against the villain the country had come to know as green goblin. you decided to attend to show your appreciation. after all, he had saved your life; you was eternally grateful to him. after the parade began to die down and the children being taken home, you were met with an upside down spiderman right in your face after walking towards a more private area in the centre of the city.

you jump slightly at the sight of him, “hi.”, you say breathlessly.

“hi.”, he replies, you felt awkward, not expecting to see him like this.

“sorry. thank you, so much for the other day. i genuinely thought that i’d-“

“i know.”, he cuts you off.

you smile slightly, “i wish there was some way i could make it up to you.”

“…how about..?”, he mutters behind his mask while pointing to his lips, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

you thought it was cute, but was also surprised by his sudden request but who was you to turn him down. you smiled softly, gently lifting up his mask past his lips, “like this?”

he nods, feeling the softness of your lips on his. it wasn’t a passionate make out, but it was sweet and innocent. rin thought it was perfect for his first kiss, and especially with the girl he had the biggest crush on.

FIVE | by now you’d had enough. who was spiderman? you felt like everyone had been asking this question for months but it felt way more personal to you. there was something so familiar about the hero you kissed but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“stop!”, you yell running through the rain which eventually lead you down a back alley.

spiderman actually did stop to your surprise, causing you to slowly walk closer towards him as if he was a skittish cat, “who are you?”

“uh.. spiderman.”, he states, his tone a little awkward.

“no, that’s not what i mean and you know it.”, you stepped even closer to him, hesitating before reaching for his mask and to your surprise he didn’t stop you.

you gently lifted his mask, only leaving his lips exposed, leaning in slowly and gently kissing him like you did back at the parade. and of course, he kissed you back.

you began to unravel the rest, pulling it over his head, still kissing him softly. with his eyes screwed shut, opening your own, you moved back to get a good look at his… wait- is that rin fucking itoshi?

MY DARGON BABES

ME & MY DRAGON

summary — Through the darkness of the night, his heartbeat quickened. His guilt strengthened its hold on his cloudy mind. Such weaknesses for someone supposedly as highly as him.

cw — gn!reader; they/them

includes — Neuvillette; Dan Heng (Imbibitor Lunae) with mentions of Jing Yuan and Blade, spoilers for the Xianzhou Luofu Trailblazer Quest; Malleus Draconia, mentions of Lilia but his name isn’t mentioned

notes — I just got back in all games at the same time (happy cuz burn out over, yippee ! But school restarts in one week so no yippee…) and realized I have a type and it’s the soft dragon boys

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— NEUVILLETTE (1.0k)

Trials after trials. So many judgments that he lost count of how many of them had happened last century. In a way, he is like the waves of the ocean he belongs to. So beautiful and breathtaking. Full of grace and wonders that the most adventurous would dare to cross and defy the laws of nature itself.

Yet, under such magnificence lies something hidden for pretty sparkling eyes. Welcoming different creatures, it is bound to let the hearts of the more vulnerable drown in the everlasting depths it carries like the biggest burden. He is bound to drown himself. Letting the waves reflect his tear stained face back to him. Giving a show as the salt of his sadness mixes with the sweetness the ocean offers.

How he wishes more than once that it would carry his birder abroad. Letting every single problem swim away and get lost in the dangerous wonders its deepest parts offer. Somehow, it always fired back at him at the most inconvenient times. After all, storms are unpredictable, the same way feelings are.

Ah, feelings… Such a vast term to describe the emotions swirling around the heart. It keeps people safe to know what they are feeling, but it also blinds them to what else could be beyond it. Fearing to see the other side, fearing to be met with an unknown and transparent truth. Maybe that’s why humans lie the same way they breathe.

Perhaps, that’s what brings him closer to them. Wearing a mask to hide the everlasting flame of his sadness. If even he is capable of lying about what lies beneath his facade, then the whole world can. His own emotion is but a whole of clouds that he doesn’t dare to explore. For a being like him can also be fearful of the void calling out to him.

A hand in his hair brushes against the pale skin of his neck. His whole body trembles, from his head the the tip of his fingers clutching so tightly the clothes of his partner that his knuckles turn white. Clear tears fall on his pristine cheeks. Even in this state, he is as beautiful as he usually is. His grace unmatched even when he is the most vulnerable.

What brought those feelings out ? Their acceptance. He heard tales on how humans behave in front of the uncovered lies. Deceit gone as the naked tragedy of life is presented like a gift a husband would use to get his wife’s pardon. He didn’t wish to keep so much hidden from his lover, but he was scared to tarnish their love for him by showing them what really lay underneath the Chief Justice of Fontaine.

He prepared himself for harsh words. Even perhaps insults as they cursed his very own existence for hiding so much from them. He would have understood this outburst of emotion. However, he was met with only a tilt up of the corner of their lips. Their fingers found his in a small dance before he felt a warm palm on the already wet skin of his cheek and their lips brushing against his. He was ready for anything but that.

The previously sunny day now gone into ashes, washed away by a sudden rain that nobody understood the root of. Nobody except the one holding him. Securely hidden in his office. He barely let out any tears, only small sobs and a shaking of his body each time he sniffled spoke of the state he was in. He didn’t need to cry, as the sky seemed to weep for him at this instant.

The embrace he was buried in felt cozy, and for the first time in a while he felt safe. In the past, he would have to drown his emotions deep within himself. Letting the ocean of his consciousness carry his burdens deep within his heart. Yet, the waves that awoke by such gentleness brought up everything he had tried to settle down inside the heart he thought he had steeled.

How much of a fool was he for thinking such lies ? Of course he would never be able to do such things. He knew himself, yet he was as stubborn as ever into believing this would work. Just another problem. Then another one. Maybe a last one ? There was never a last one. He never listened to his own distress and instead started to go deeper and deeper into the abyss his own misery became with hundreds of years of repressing everything he felt.

Yet, all of it became still all of a sudden. A warmth spread from the middle of his stomach as two cozy palms rested against the wet skin of his face. Cupping his head as his gaze was forced up. His violet eyes met the gaze of his patient and loving significant other, their smile appearing like a welcoming home and a safe place for him to dive into. For the first time, his home became someone he could spend his life with instead of a plain and boring place he needed to pay for.

He didn’t fail to notice the sparkling of their own eyes. An ocean was inside of them too, yet, it didn’t stop the love in them to flow out and to give him a tender and forgiving caress on his forehead. His eyes closed at the feeling of their soft lips on his forehead. Like a blanket draped over his heart to protect it from breaking apart more than it already did.

If repenting meant loving them with all his being. Perhaps Celestia itself already saw him as a forgiven man. Because there was no doubt as his eyes opened once again. There was nothing but pure adoration and devotion. His soul yearned for everything his lover was, for everything they were, and everything they will be.

— IMBIBITOR LUNAE (1.0k)

The past hits hard. Like a slap across the heart that shakes one’s very own core and bends them down onto their knees. Waters under their feet from their own sorrow at the realization of everything they have done wrong throughout their life — and the awareness that more mistakes have yet to come.

As impassible and unaffected Dan Heng makes himself to be, he feels guilty. Having seen Jing Yuan’s sadness as he claimed to not be his past incarnation. Dan Feng — or whoever he was in his previous life — had done many atrocious things. Such as forcing the once innocent and free of burdens Yingxing into what Blade became by giving him his heart to save the person he was the closest to.

He did so many wrong things, to the point that the past came back rushing like a strong breeze screaming at the top of its lungs his wrongdoings. He spent so long running away from something inevitable that everything came crashing down when he realized that he had to face consequences. It wasn’t his intention to become a runaway, but everyone is the same. Running away from threat is a normal response — hence why the fight or flight response was created.

In the confinement of his own room, he ponders on what he once knew. Was everything he did in the past worth it ? He created a criminal by giving immortality to Yingxing. Wait, no. Dan Feng did. But… he is Dan Feng’s reincarnation. So, in a way he did it. But he’s also not him fully. It took Blade to forcefully stab him to awaken his past form. Still, the ‘real him’ was sleeping inside of himself the whole time. How can things be so complicated even for someone as knowledgeable as him ?

A groan escaped his rosy lips as his fingers ran through his tangled raven strands. All of this was giving him a headache the more he thought about it. Yet, there was nothing he could do about it. But someone else could do something about it. His whole body came to a stop as a hand fell on top of his. Pulling his fingers out of his locks and softly fixing his hair before a kiss was placed on top of his head. He could recognize that comforting presence anywhere and anytime.

An arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him back. He let himself naturally lean towards his lover. Closing his eyes, he relished in that welcoming presence he always yearned for. His head fell on their lap. He looked up, eyes widening. From his position, lights danced behind his partner as their soft eyes gazed at him. They looked like the sun he always saw them as — but he’ll always be too shy to admit it fully in their presence.

He couldn’t control his own body. An arm extending forwards as the tip of his fingers came in contact with the plush skin of their cheeks. So soft. His breath got caught in his throat when the palm of his hand fully rested against the side of their face. Their hand came on top of his. Their fingers interlaced with his briefly before their eyelids fluttered closed, eyelashes dancing with the air in the room. Leaning into his palm, he could only admire how much they looked like a deity as his eye sparkled with love and adoration.

Time seemed to have stopped at this instant. The aching pain and guilt in the man’s heart ceased as all his mind could focus on was the love that filled his stomach. Creating butterflies in his stomach that flew up in his throat and stopped him from breathing correctly. They wanted to turn into endless compliments. But talking wouldn’t be wise. Silence was of gold, and the tongue was of silver after all. He had all the years and promises the future held to shower them fully with fondness.

He only realized that their eyes reopened when he felt their fingers trace the bags under his eyes. Ah. He forgot that he lacked sleep. The burden of the past weighting on his shoulders makes him unable to close an eye at the darkest hours of the night. All he was able to do was to pound on everything that had happened the past few days and pray for it all to be a bad dream. He wasn’t a traitor. He wasn’t guilty. He didn’t do all that. He wasn’t him. He wasn’t…

Their thumb traced his nose fully. They didn’t have words, neither did he. The two of them had their tongues tied in front of everything that was now naked in front of the whole world. Both arms wrapped around his neck, hands clasped together above his chest. Feeling everything deep down him. Every drop of his distress and the misery he currently felt was unfolded just by the quick and messy pattern of his beating heart.

An apology was muttered. No one was at fault here. Both were on the same level. Sinners who didn’t know anything about the world. For the guilt ate them out from the inside like the plague that devoured their mind and rationality. Lowering their head. Yet, no kiss was given. For those lips did nothing but utter lies all throughout their respective lives. Such deceit didn’t deserve love, nor affection.

He felt the need to comfort their fears. As two sinners, guilty of crimes the past let resurface in the saddest parts of the day. Their heartbeat now matched as his hand found the way to their hair. Both let out a breath they were holding at the same time, and their lips finally met. A drop of wet salt falling on his cheek as another fell directly from his eyes. The past set ablaze misery in their heart, but perhaps, the ocean that joined their souls together would destroy it back to dust as it was before those unfortunate events took place.

— MALLEUS DRACONIA (0.9k)

Another storm. Black clouds covering the sky as a green storm was preparing to flash down. All it needed was a spark. The drop of a tear coming from the fae who was calling himself lonely. Living alone was taking a toll on him. No matter how many people he used to know stayed by his side, the fearful stares of the outside placed an irreparable sadness in his very being.

He was sorry. But of what ? It wasn’t his fault and those who knew him were aware of this truth. He didn’t decide to be born with such strength. He didn’t decide to be born in such conditions. Stripped away from his family because of a stupid war, left in the hands of a general who at that time didn’t know what love was. As for him, taking care of the newly born prince was more of a duty than a way for him to know the true meaning of fondness and peace.

He doesn’t deserve all of that. Clutching at his own pillow out of frustration as he tries to calm down his own fury. He knows the wonders of his own magic. He doesn’t want to give them another reason to be afraid. For he means no harm, and all he wishes for are people he would have the luxury to call his friends. He learnt everything from his caretaker except on how to show the harmlessness of his heart.

His mind was clouded with ways to repent himself from what he didn’t commit. He was so deep in his own distress that he didn’t hear the creaking of the door, nor did he notice the figure entering slowly so as to not startle him. Startling him, such a joke for the outsiders. All he was for them was a cold and vicious monster who knew no fears. But the heart that longed for his love knew all better, as he was more human than some who were born humans.

Fingers carefully took the blanket and moved it. Claiming on the bed behind the weeping dragon, his face hidden in his pillow as he hugged it close. Their eyes immediately caught the tail that he didn’t hide in the safety of his own chambers. It was wrapped lazily around his own arm to make sure it won’t bother him — or them. In his heart, he knew they would come, but he wasn’t so sure.

Yet, his doubts were calmed down as two arms came around his torso. His hold on the poor pillow faltered. The comfort already going through his whole system. They were here. They came. He didn’t care if it was because someone called or if they saw the storm approaching by themselves. All he cared about was the presence of the one he yearned for next to him. But he didn’t look back, nor did he move from his current spot.

His tears were his weakness. He wouldn’t let anyone see them under any circumstances, not even the one the closest to his heart. They didn’t mind that. They knew of the insecurities and problems that plagued his mind. As much as he brushed them off usually. They saw the envious gaze as he looked at two friends chatting. The clenching of his jaw when a party was mentioned anywhere near him. The urge to walk away when people cowered in fear once they recognized his impressive figure.

He was currently a mess. The whole opposite of the prince he was. A crying dragon, reduced to tears as he started to doubt his own values. If people feared him, how would he rule and impose himself as the king ? Would his subjects like him ? Or, would they fear him like the humans he lived with in this school ? Listening to his orders because they would be scared of facing punishments rather than following what their hearts desired.

Their fingertips traced the side of his face. Brushing the hair away. Eyeing the dragon scales on his skin that were now uncovered. Such a pretty boy. Who would even find someone like him scary ? His height sure is impressive, but it just hides a heart as whole and big of love as the world — if not bigger. Their lips came in contact with the dark scales, giving him a well–deserved kiss. Right instantly, he reached back. Wrapping his tail around their waist before moving them in front of him. His arms went around their neck as he grabbed a handful of their hair.

He was gentle as he put their face into the crook of his neck. They smiled, it was his silent way to beg for comfort. He never learnt properly how to love in the past, so he does what he can to show his care and love, even with the state he’s currently in. The world doesn’t deserve him in the slightest bit. They obliged to his request, closing their eyes and nuzzling into him as their fingers found his collar. Another small kiss on his throat and they felt the skin heat up slightly. A hum left their mouth, a smile plastered on their face. At last, he was back to his usually affectionate self.

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Happy new years I am lonely and give soup

Soup !!

Could you do prompt 9 with Kaiser please with a big, shiny, juicy cherry on top

prompt: "kiss. now." tags: f!reader, established relationship, pouty kaiser, spoiled kaiser, fluffy kaiser, whiny kaiser. note: anon, because of this request, i am in dire need of a kaiser. pls. just one.

"why do you keep throwing tantrums?" you sigh, looking at your pouty baby of a boyfriend who's been glaring at his cup of gelato like it might be the start of a plague. "we can't fix it if you won't say what the problem is."

you sigh again, rolling your eyes when his glare moves to your innocent cup of gelato.

"my incredibly handsome, amazingly talented, and spectacularly wealthy boyfriend," you sigh out in a perky tone, cringing at yourself for the words. "i can't fix it if you won't tell me what's wrong. so please, baby, enlighten me."

kaiser's lips twitch, a small smile appearing that brightens his whole visage. you have to keep a snort to yourself, knowing just how much your lover loves to be complimented and babied.

"oh?" the smile stays on his face, molding into a grin as he leans his head on his hand. the tip of kaiser's ears turn red, the nape of his neck warm. "so now you finally call me baby?"

you blink, wondering what he means.

"oh, don't play dumb." the blush stays on kaiser's face even when he scowls, almost like a cat who got drenched in water. "you haven't called me baby all day. what is wrong with you?"

"is that what this is about, baby?" you coo, pouting in a way that's both mocking and sweet. a trick you specifically learned from him. "is my pretty baby upset about that? i'm sorry. i should've paid more attention to my baby."

kaiser scowls, an ugly expression that becomes so entirely pretty because it's his. "i want an apology," he grumbles, crossing his hands in front of his chest. "kiss. now."

you lean into him, placing a hand on the side of his neck, your finger trailing his rose tattoo. even with your eyes closed, you remember its distinct shape.

when you lean away, the red on his skin has turned into a full-blown blush. your lover closely resembles a tomato with how red he's become. he glares even when there's no real heat in his eyes, his mouth pressed into a pout. you can only giggle, deciding that he's pretty cute when he's blushing like that.

IF THE TITLE IS A LYRIC ITS GOOD LIKE 👌 CHEFS KISS

YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS

genshin men x gn!reader

ft. diluc, childe

cw/tw: mentions of scars, fluff, pet names (my love, darling) gosh old fashioned pet names make me weak in the knees🫶🏼

synopsis: you get some alone time with them after a while, and he lets his wall crumble underneath your touch.

a/n: got c1 diluc but still no mona should i be happy? also kinda regretting pulling for hu tao.. i wish i pulled for yelan or al haitham 🥹 and also this is kinda long-ish??, so buckle up !!

DILUC RAGNIVINDR - you waited in your shared bedroom with your lover casting a few glances to the clock on the other side of the room 11:53 pm. he should be either finishing up or on his way back from protecting the outside mondstadt's walls.. or he got angry and venting his frustration out on some abyss mages and hilichurls if something happened during the day at the tavern. most likely not, he would've sent you a letter no matter how busy he was. speaking of letters, you two wrote each other more letters than usual this week since both of you were too busy. you were asleep first and he would leave the house first. so, today you wanted at least a few minutes with him before you guys sleep. hearing your bedroom door open you see him pushing his front hair back while entering. you stand up and give him a soft smile when your eyes lock with his slowly widening. "my love? why are you still awake?" he asked. "waiting for you of course, 'cause I've been oh so very lonely."

"I see.. sorry."

you push the door closed while walking behind him taking off his jacket for him, and putting it on a hanger.

"psh, don't be sorry now. go change, don't make me wait too long. I might fall asleep on you."

he surprisingly walked faster to your shared bathroom to change causing you to stiffle a laughter. you made your way to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers. he came out as fast as he came in from the bathroom, he quickly slipped into the bed and laid on his side beside you. you move your hand going right behind his head and slowly pulled his hair tie off. he was tired but the slow dim light of the candle reflected off the side of his face, he was tired but calm. moving your hand back, you slowly moved both of your hands to his loose white button shirt to unclapse it making sure to go slow. after all of them were unbuttoned, you slowly made your way closer to his body. giving him small and light kisses starting from his collarbone, shoulders, chest, and stomach where all of them had big, and small scars scattered across his body.some of the scars had a little more kisses than others while some were lighter than the others. half way, his body seemed to relax probably fast alseep.after kissing all the ones that were currently visible to the eye you made your way back to face him, this time peppering his face with kisses causing his face to scrunch up a bit. cute. you wrap your arms around his waist and hide your face into his neck,

"goodnight diluc."

CHILDE - "sorry about this darling and ouch." he winces as you wrap the bandage around his torso from behind, slightly pulling it harder as a warning. you were at bubu pharmacy talking to parents and checking up with their kids, all was peaceful until he came barging in all bloody. calmly pushing the patients that were already done with their check ups out, shouting the next appointment will be, you pull childe's arm and seating him beside your desk.

"where, what, why and how did this happen to you?!" you grit pacing around your office cabinets looking for the correct supplies.

"I got a little carried away at lingju pass with some abyss mages. I was finished with some of you know, business I had to attend to for the fatui, and I was strolling around. and you should've seen me darling, I even got a headshot! I could've finished them off if it weren't for their unnecessary shield, their shield was quite hard to remove." at this point he was flexing his muscles to show off to you.

"stop moving. if you don't, it'll only be bothersome once you go back on field with it wrapped."

"you pain me darling."

"I pain you? I wouldn't pain you if you just listened to me."

he turns his head to face you,his body still facing the front "hmph! well, I do say.. I've been a good patient right? where's my reward? hm? hmm??" there wasn't light in his eyes but they sparkled so much from his expectations it could put a night sky full of stars to shame. you place your hands firm on his shoulders, ducking your head. your face a few inches away from his back, you kiss his current open wound that was covered. pulling your lips away, your breath fanning his skin you could see the goosebumps starting to form. you slowly kiss the other scars he already had from before.

"there, feel any better?" you smile.

childe stood up from his chair, a little quickly almost knocking the stool over if it weren't for you catching it on time "o-oh.. uhm. yeah. mhm. yes, great. amazing actually." the smile on your face slowly turned into sly grin as you see his ears burning red.

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AZUL MY OCTOBABYYYY

[The Boyfriend Contract] Ch. 1 - The Cost of Opportunity

This is The Boyfriend Contract series, Chapter One. Inspired by The Love Hypothesis and The Business Proposal. Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Yuu (reader) You can view this on ao3. Part Two (TBA)

Opportunity Cost in economics is defined as the highest-valued alternative that is sacrificed when making a decision-- in this case, it's my dignity... and possibly my freedom.

In Yuu’s defense, it was his fault.

She was supposed to be aiming for his cheek, if only he hadn’t turned his head to look at her, she wouldn’t have accidentally kissed him on the lips after claiming to some obsessed guy that she was dating him.

But she had to make it look natural, so deepening the kiss was the only way to go.

Thank the Sevens that Azul was a good actor— after hearing her ridiculous claim and feeling their lips together, he couldn’t look like the fool in the situation, so he adjusted himself to her kiss. His tense shoulders lowered, making it look like he was somewhat relaxed and he leaned closer to her. The kiss felt awkward, uncomfortable, fucking painful— but some delusional and lonely ass part of her thought it felt somewhat nice. Had Azul always been this tall? Although she was shorter than almost everyone in NRC (Riddle and Epel included), she had to tiptoe even further and crane her neck just to deepen the kiss, and that was kind of hot—

Nope. No no no no NO. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, not when she’s literally kissing one of the biggest red flags in all of NRC.

When the pain in the ass was gone, she pulled away— giving him the chance to finally stare at her in disbelief.

“…Did you just…?”

Simply hearing his voice made her want to jump into a ditch and die right there, but since they were still surrounded by people, she had to pull him outside and into some secluded corner before—

“I’M SO SORRY!”

He flinched as she bowed deeply, apologizing with all her remaining energy. As much as she wanted to bury herself six feet under, this was reality, and reality states that she couldn’t do that.

Maybe not now.

She heard him clear his throat. Maybe he was disgusted? Repulsed? She doesn’t know what her current relationship status was with Azul, though she had called him a friend once, she wasn’t really sure if he saw her that way.

“Can I get an explanation?” His voice sounded the way it normally was. Serene, like ocean waves on a nice summer day. The kind you can relax to, and it was suave, somehow. Befitting of a handsome businessman like him.

Did she just say ‘handsome’? Did she just think ‘handsome’?

Well. In all honesty, it was the truth. She was sure that anyone could admit that. If she didn’t know him personally, she might have been attracted to him. Azul was no average face after all— and if he was, he would be the “super handsome” average type.

“I—“ She stood up properly as she covered her face. It was hot. Her face was hot. Or maybe her hands were just cold. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Is...that so?” His words drawled on as he looked at her skeptically, or uncertainly, she actually didn’t know. Normally she could read people well, but her brain was too messed up to understand what his face was trying to do. “Perhaps you can explain to me what’s going on?”

Ah, so he was trying to discern why the fuck she just kissed him. Easy enough.

“Well, um…”

Okay, not easy enough.

She suddenly remembered that this was Azul Ashengrotto she was talking to. If she decided to vent to HIM of ALL PEOPLE about a guy who wouldn’t leave her the hell alone, he would have taken the kiss as leverage for him helping her, and in turn, make her feel indebted to him for allowing her to use him to get away from a suitor.

Everyone knows that there will always be a catch when someone becomes indebted to Azul.

“Look,” She sighed, “No offense but this is really none of your business.”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding, returning to his ‘serious businessman mode’ (that’s what she and her friends called it), “I understand.”

She sighed, one of relief this time. She wanted to just walk away and forget everything.

“I suppose I’ll just go back to school and file a complaint on sexual misconduct with academic peers.”

She nodded, “Yeah, okay I’ll— wait…what?!”

“I’ll be on my way.”

“WAIT!” She grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away. It was easy enough for him to shrug her off, but he didn’t. Instead, he actually stopped and turned back to look at her, as though to consider her desperation.

“Explain the kiss.”

She groaned, letting go of his hand in order to fiddle with her own. Even if she ran away from him now, he would investigate her matter later. No one kisses Azul Ashengrotto out of nowhere, after all. Unless you want to be in complete debt to him or…you know, in love with him. Highly unlikely. For her, at least.

“Kelvin Watson,” She told him.

He raised a brow, giving no indication of knowing the name.

“He’s a regular in the cafe I work at during the weekends.”

“It’s Friday today.”

“Yeah, I know, but I told the owner in advance that I would be able to work today since classes ended early and he needed more hands. Anyway, I came to work today and for some reason, Kelvin knew I was going to be there. He always seems to know whenever I’m there, and the owner says he only goes to the cafe during the weekends, aka during my shifts. Isn't that kinda weird??”

He nodded slowly as if to process every word she uttered.

“He was nice at first, really sweet and all that. But then he tried to court me, and I’m not really into that whole dating scene right now —school, Grim, trying to get back to my world and all that— so I rejected him. But the guy just wouldn’t get the memo and kept trying to ask me out whenever he had the chance.”

He just…stared at her.

“And…what does that have to do with me?”

“I— ugh—“ she covered her face, dragging her hands down in exasperation, “After my shift ended earlier he tried to ask me out AGAIN and I was so sick of his advances that I got desperate, and I—“

She hesitated for a bit, only to continue when Azul’s eyes narrowed.

“…I saw you come in and thought to pretend that you were my boyfriend or something to drive him away since you were a familiar face, so I… I didn’t really think?”

“Obviously,” He muttered under his breath.

“Hey! I was only supposed to kiss your cheek, okay? I didn’t know you were suddenly gonna turn your head!”

“And your instinct was to continue kissing me?”

“I just—! I was trying to make it look natural! It’s not like I wanted to kiss—“ She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory, and she tried desperately to shake it from her head. “Listen, I’m so, so, so sorry about that, okay?”

“Are you really?” He crossed his arms.

“Please don’t report me,” She pleaded as she looked up at him, “I really meant to just go for your cheek. I’m sorry if I made you really uncomfortable…” and please don’t drag me into a contract.

Now that she had the time to think about it a bit better (without the stress of having an obsessive boy trying to get her attention), she realized the abomination of her situation. She really had just grabbed a random guy from her school, claimed she was dating him, and kissed him on the lips (even though it wasn’t her intention).

Not to mention, this guy was literally on the list of top students not to mess with unless you wanted a death wish (or everything you cherished taken away from you). Notorious for his elaborate and sly schemes, his greediness for money, and his perfectly put-together demeanor that made him appear like an angel. It doesn’t help that he was blessed with such a handsome face—

Ugh. There she was again.

There was no excuse for what she had done. She had practically harassed him by kissing him without his consent, intentional or not, so he had every right to report her if he wanted. Knowing Azul though, he would do anything to make sure he gains the upper hand in the situation, even if it cost her her time.

(One thing, however, is that she knows that she would agree to it as long as it didn’t involve handing him Ramshackle Dorm. Because at that point she will actually beat the shit out of him if he pulls that shit again.)

“No, I’m sorry. You have every right to report me… intentional or not, I’m sure you felt uncomfortable. I just… I didn’t…” She just wanted to go back home and sleep, maybe forget about the whole thing. “Look, I’m going to leave now, okay? Thanks and… I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

She turned on her heel and ran away, leaving the Octavinelle housewarden in his own thoughts.

She sprinted through the streets, passing by stalls, shops, passersby, and some students from Night Raven who were still in their uniforms. She ran past a middle-aged lady walking her dog, a classic red car zoomed past her, and suddenly the next bus stopped at the station where she arrived just in time.

She made sure to sit at the very back, ignoring every other passenger as she pulled out her headphones and proceeded to lose herself in her own thoughts and guilt.

What a shitty day.

Unbeknownst to her, Azul Ashengrotto was still standing right where she left him— thinking about her. Her eyes, her red cheeks, her predicament, her cute face, her soft, soft lips… And the things she told him when they were in the Atlantica Memorial Museum…

A/N - hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of The Boyfriend Contract. This is mainly a passion project of some sort. Updates will be pretty slow since I'm a busy student, please be understanding.

°୨୧ NO CONTEST

+ kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, friends to lovers, slight hints of jealousy, mentions of alcohol, they go clubbing

notes: help me i think i made myself fall for this guy even more after writing this shit for him > ⤙ <

summary: being just friends doesn’t mean much when neither of you really want to keep it that way. problem is, will either of you make the first move?

SPOTTED: KAISER-KAIA DUO HIT THE STREETS, NEW BUDDING ROMANCE?

“i like you though, y/n.”

it’s spring and the weather outside is the nicest it’s ever been in a while and you have every chance to enjoy it except for the fact that dear michael kaiser is lounging on your couch, rifling through the magazine he got in the mail.

“right, haha, very funny,” you mumble sarcastically, slumping down onto the other couch where kaiser isn’t sprawled all over.

sometimes, you think it’s funny how he’s portrayed as this hot, sexy, confident soccer player who can do no wrong when it comes to matters with his looks, but then in private he’s like… well, this. his bed head’s a mess, his room slippers are the fluffy-fuzzy kind, and much less high maintenance than everyone makes him out to be. (but you have to stop yourself from staring because kaiser doesn’t sleep in anything but his sweatpants during this season and well, where his abs are concerned, he’s definitely got no problems there.)

kaiser sighs in the overdramatic fashion that’s probably his trademark right about now. “y/n, y/n, what do i have to do to make you believe me?” he turns around, smirking at you as he raises a brow. maybe it’ll work on his countless fangirls, but after being friends with him for over six years, you’re probably immune to it.

“maybe you can just shut up and get ready for your event later.” you roll your eyes, sauntering to the kitchen to get yourself some breakfast, automatically making two of everything because kaiser loves to crash your apartment in the morning. (he really does need to learn about personal space.)

breakfast preparations go quietly. kaiser listens to you—he shuts up and starts getting ready for his event before coming back into your apartment, all fresh and ready to shamelessly eat the breakfast you made, staring at you from across the table whenever you’re not looking like he always does.

“kaiser-kaia duo hit the streets, new budding romance?”

“miko, don’t tell me you’re reading that gossip rag too,” you whine, looking for any excuse not to dive into your pile of work for the day.

your colleague swivels her chair over to your cubicle, looking around to make sure your bosses aren’t around to witness the both of you slacking off. “hey, isn’t he your friend? give me the tea! are they really dating?”

leave it to miko to get all excited about dating rumours. you really don’t know what’s so special about them—kaiser’s gotten so many of them ever since, well, forever. even before he became a soccer superstar.

you remember what kaiser said in the morning. “i like you though, y/n.” always ready with that smooth tongue of his. that aside, if he really was dating someone, you bet that they’d be staying over with him more often than not, and there’s really no harm in rejecting a rumor as opposed to confirming one.

“nope, they just happened to be waiting for a cab at the same spot.” and paparazzis love to snap a shot from misleading angles. now that you’re really looking at the article, they managed to make it look like kaiser’s kissing her cheek. you find yourself rolling your eyes at it and looking away.

miko sighs, leaning back against her chair. “man, that sucks, they look cute,” she comments, scrolling away from the online article before she gives you a suspicious side eye. “hey, you sure you’re not dating him?”

you still a little at the sudden line of questioning before turning your attention back to your laptop equally quickly. “if i was, i wouldn’t be so free all the time now, would i?” a response to which miko shrugs off and decides to let go of as she retreats back to her desk.

as much as you love miko as your colleague, you haven’t been as honest with her as you could. she knows you’re friends with kaiser, yeah, but she doesn’t know he’s basically your neighbour. she doesn’t know that he comes over all the time whenever it’s off season. she doesn’t know that the both of you have fallen asleep next to each other on the couch.

she doesn’t know a lot of things—like how your heart’s beating erratically now at the notion of being someone special to kaiser. it’s always been sweet nothings that you thought would stay that way, and you’ve always been short at realising your own feelings, so much so you were, once upon a time, positive you had zero romantic feelings for your friend.

now? you’re not so sure anymore.

seven days pass and kaiser’s been pestering you every single moment you’re free—like he always does—but today’s kind of a special day because it’s your birthday and it’s an hour away from your dinner party yet you’re not even close to ready.

your hair’s wet, you’re still in your loungewear, you have no idea what to wear and kaiser’s just flipping through the channels, half bored to death. for his part, at least, he’s already ready.

it’s not even fair how he takes just half an hour to get ready and yet he looks like he does. hair perfectly soft, and he’s wearing a nice black suit with a wine red dress shirt underneath, his tattoos peeking out here and there. if he wasn’t a soccer player, he’d definitely either be a model or a very charming businessman.

“too handsome for you?” kaiser smirks as he catches you looking, and you have to spin on your heels to avoid getting flustered (to his face).

“shut up, kaiser, i haven’t found anything to wear,” you groan, making a beeline for your bedroom. you really wished your friends hadn’t booked a high-end restaurant for little old you—then you could literally just throw on anything and be done with it.

kaiser, completely comfortable in your apartment, strolls into your bedroom with you and starts browsing through your closet, ignoring your protests. within seconds, he finds a dress and holds it out, a lopsided smile filling his face. “how about this?”

the wine red satin dress hovers in front of you, and you have to swallow the lump in your throat before you speak, feeling the line getting blurry. “trying to get me to coordinate outfits with you or something?”

you’re trying your best but your voice quivers just a little bit, and you bet that smug smile on his face that he can hear it. “why not? we look good together,” he shrugs, as though it’s no big deal but it’s hard to stop yourself from overthinking when lately the two of you have been flirting more often and serious than usual.

rolling your eyes and trying not to be too late, you grab the dress from him and change into it, spending some time to yourself to recollect, internally cursing him for being able to make you this flustered over nothing at all.

by the time you come back out into the living room, hair all done and accessories settled, this time, kaiser’s the one who’s caught staring, shameless in the way his eyes drag over you from head to toe. you’d tease him for it, but you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for his comeback so you refrain.

as you grab your go-to black heels and sit down to strap them on properly, kaiser’s quick to offer a hand, his lithe fingers taking your heel from you, slowly inserting your feet, his eyes lingering on your face and his thumb rubbing circles around your ankle. your eyes are glued to his own, and somehow it makes you even more nervous when he’s not joking around. when he looks at you like this—serious, like he’s trying to tell you something without saying anything at all.

the way he ties the straps are gentle and precise, tight but not too tight that it’ll hurt you. you’ve jokingly told him to help you tie your shoelaces before but he’s always refused. yet now he’s helping you put on your heels on both feet without saying a word and the way his hand lingers on your calf when he’s done is enough to make you melt.

on some other day, you’d joke with him and get him to let go. today, you’re silent.

kaiser chuckles, though, his hand casually brushing up your calf slightly before he pulls away, gently patting your head as he gets up.

“let’s go.”

dinner is agonising, enjoyable, agonising.

it’s nice; being seated around a table, enjoying small talk and nonsense with the same group of friends, catching up with people like kaiser and ness who’s been away a lot because of their profession.

yeah, that part’s nice. what’s agonising about it all is how close kaiser is to you, how his right hand casually drapes around your shoulder from time to time, shifting down to your thigh sometimes, making you go crazy.

it’s not like the both of you haven’t been close before, but you feel like maybe this time, it’s different. it’s not just the close proximity, it’s the intimacy of it all that has you inwardly keeling over. what’s worse is that you think you want it, him. in a way you didn’t think to think of before.

“you sure you’re not dating him?”

miko’s words ring repeatedly in your head. somehow, your answer’s changed from nope to you sort of wish you did. you bite your lower lip, absentmindedly laughing along even if you didn’t hear the joke at all.

“you okay?” the voice in your ear nearly makes you jump up from your seat.

on your right, ness is grinning as he looks at you, like he knows something’s going on in that little head of yours. you shake your head anyway, but ness shoots you a knowing smile as his eyes briefly shift to kaiser’s arm around you before winking at you.

fuck, is that really enough to make the heat rush to your cheeks?

“y/n?” one of your other friends calls out, snapping you back to the foreground.

“what?”

“next stop: new club downtown! orange, or grape, or whatever the fuck name it is,” he drawls, excited, “you up for it?”

before you even get the chance to agree, one of the other guys speaks up. “hey kaiser, speaking of clubs, didn’t that dating rumour come up recently? the one with, uh, kaia?”

readjusting himself, kaiser pulls away from you, taking a swig of his beer. “don’t remind me,” he groans, sighing.

“why not? she’s hot!”

there’s a knot in your stomach that you can’t explain.

beside you, ness snickers. “tell ‘em what really happened, stupid.”

that manages to pique your interest.

kaiser sighs, resigning because he knows they’ll just keep hounding him if he refuses. “she tried her luck, that’s all,” he settles for something vague, trying to escape.

ness, however, ever the kind soul, expands on his words, making sure you hear every single bit—you’re not sure if he’s trying to egg you on or just see your reaction.

“please, she was trying to get you to send her home, no?” ness’ explanation gets a reaction out of the group, and you’re glad you all have a private room here so no one outside can hear you, servers included.

“shut up.”

“kaia and kaiser—has a nice ring to it.”

and even though kaiser doesn’t entertain that, you feel a little envy brewing inside you—one that you fail to drown out.

orange is filled with people; combining the fact that it’s holiday season and it’s the club’s launch night, it’s safe to say that there’s barely any room to breathe. still, your friends are all drunk on the alcohol, pulling one another to the dance floor, leaving you and kaiser at the table.

he’s still close as ever, his bare hands brushing yours, one of his arms around your waist, keeping you close.

“dance with me,” he raises his voice over the music. the way he smiles so genuinely now managing to make your heart skip a beat.

suppressing your grin, you wordlessly agree, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. he meanders the crowd skilfully, as expected considering he and ness are frequent clubbers. it’s only now that you realise you’d never gone to such a place with him, which is surprising considering your many years of friendship.

as you join your friends on the floor, you can’t help but notice how kaiser sticks to you and you alone, his hands on your waist, trickling up and down your arm, dancing along behind you. even surrounded by people, he commands your attention alone.

unfair.

but to kaiser, it’s unfair too. it’s not fair how you’re so pretty, it’s not fair how you’ve always been. it’s not fair that he’d fallen slowly for you, and now so so deep. how is it fair that even when he tries to forget you, when he tries not to mess with the friendship, that he ends up falling even more?

his eyes stay glued on you, shamelessly making sure no other man gets their hands on you—it’s fucking insulting how they try to get you to dance with them even when he’s right there. lucky for him, you’re not budging. you’re there. with him. only him. even if your other friends are here.

it’s just him and you and he wonders what you’re thinking. are you as flustered as he is right now? kaiser hasn’t even let himself drink more than one mug of beer, all because he knows this is a night he’d rather remember than risk forgetting.

“hey, isn’t that kaia?” one of your friends excitedly points out and kaiser follows his line of sight.

it is her, and she’s heading this way—but that’s not really important because what’s important is how kaiser noticed you’ve stopped dancing, awkwardly trying to shuffle away. it’s kind of funny, he swears he can tell that you might feel the same way about him. maybe you’re just more stubborn than he is.

so he keeps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“stay with me,” he whispers into your ear, and he suppressed a grin from the goosebumps searing across your neck. he guesses it’s a good sign you’re listening to him.

“kaiser, what’s up?” kaia greets, evidently trying to move for a hug but kaiser’s not budging, squeezing you closer instead.

he nods at her in acknowledgement before letting the rest of his friends throng around her for a photo.

once she’s sufficiently busy, he hears you speak up. “were you dancing with her that time too?”

kaiser manages not to snicker at your obviously jealous tone, “yeah, we went with a few other people after our shoot was wrapped up.”

you nod, and all kaiser can think of somehow is that your shampoo smells so nice. “oh, sure you don’t wanna dance with her again tonight then?”

are you testing him? it’s cute.

he shakes his head. “nah, i danced with her a lot that time already,” he teases, though he’s not too sure whether you’d take it like a joke like it was meant to. when you don’t respond, he chuckles, gently turning you to face him. “there’s one thing i didn’t do with her though.”

kaiser’s face is just inches away from yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek and he’s aware that everyone in the close vicinity is looking at the two of you but he doesn’t care.

honestly, he has to admit, he’s dreamed of doing this a thousand times over, always hovering between the decision to ruin this friendship or not. the thoughts were there whenever he’d wake up next to you on the couch. or whenever all of you met up and one of the other guys would throw their arms around you. or in the mornings when you made breakfast. there’s not a time he’s been sure whether this is what you wanted too.

hell, he’s not even sure now. but fuck, if he wastes another minute not trying he thinks he’ll kill himself for it. and he’s hoping to god this isn’t a dream because you’re not pulling away and you’re not treating this like a joke and it can only be because you want this too.

without another thought, his lips press against yours and it’s like the loud music drowns out into the background, getting lost and fading away. suddenly it’s like you’re the only thing in front of him and fuck, you taste even better than he can ever imagine.

“fuck,” he exhales, cheeks pressed against yours. “be mine?”

still breathless from that kiss, you chuckle weakly and nod, both of you earning whoos all around the room. (you make a mental reminder to tell miko before she winds up seeing this online before you get a chance to explain.)

and just like that, kaiser’s finally gotten the girl of his dreams.

“want you, baby, just you.”

the next morning, the two of you make the headlines.

LIPS LOCKED: KAISER & RUMORED GIRLFRIEND SHOW OFF THEIR LOVE