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𝒸𝒾𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.

✿ summary: you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

✿ ft: leona kingscholar

a bedroom with three walls maybe wasn't the best place to sleep during a snowstorm. winter breeze ghosting over your face and exposed toes like a ton of iced bricks.

however, all hopes of leaving the freezing room were lost. the sleepy lion man held you tight in his arms, holding you close to him. he felt like a furnace heating you up. his brows knitted together while he squeezed you impossibly closer.

he was more stubborn than you thought, locking you in his freezing bed like a prisoner. you tried to wiggle out of his death grip, miraculously succeeding only to get tugged back into his arms.

“go to sleep,” he grunted, pulling you closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head, letting you get the perfect position to get that natural scent he had. he smelled like flowers, no help to the botanical garden and dusted with the small scent of sweat from training.

he would be lying if he said he wasn’t somewhat enjoying your company beneath the warm sheets. sure, he’s warm and he didn’t need you, but you were just so… warm. he didn’t know why but with you, he felt like he didn't come to this school for nothing. his family isn't breathing down his neck when he's with you.

of course, you don’t need to know this and never would know this. so for now, you're stuck in his bed being shielded by him.

what’s more, what you never needed to know was how fast leona's heart was beating. the small sweat on his face, a contrast to the rest of the room. this never was supposed to happen. the feelings he harbored deep inside. ignoring you until you finally came over to ask him why he hated you; the complete opposite of the truth. yes, there was plenty of room in the dormitory but at the same time, when was he going to get another opportunity like this again? you would just say you were going to be late to class and grim is failing a magic class and dragging down your grade. he needed this chance, this opportunity.

so he told you to stay, saying it wasn't safe to go back to the mirror chamber and walk through the inevitable snowstorm happening. of course, you believed him. he was one of the smartest people you knew.

he did want the extra warmth your body provided. yes, he was practically a magical fireplace but he needed something to keep him warm. that's your job. to keep him warm so he can sleep. not to make his heart flutter and feel like it was going to leap out of his throat with the murmurs of ‘i love you’. you were doing the opposite of what you were supposed to do. making him feel like a puddle of water hot enough to evaporate and keeping him up with swarming thoughts of why you were staying with him or if you could hear his heart bumping.

he did wonder what malleus would think if he heard about this. his precious mortal having to seek refuge from him, a wannabe prince instead of fae. that thought couldn’t help but make him smirk, nuzzling you closer. his scent was clinging onto you, no doubt not leaving the next day.

so he continued to hold you closer trying to memorize your every movement, the way you breathed, the way your hands held onto him, the way your face looked when you slept, clinging onto him.

so until the moment you reciprocate his feelings, he'll stay here. waiting. longing. so close to you yet so far, never aware of how you truly felt for him.

HWLP WHAT US THIS

like what would he think about my pastor in youth group back when i was in it ???

what would he do to this 30 something christian rock man who carries an acoustic guitar everywhere???

would he be ok with it or smash that thing???

what would he think of those games we played?? i dont think he can beat me and my friends at dodge ball or night in the museum in the chapel with the lights turned off. nuh uh

anywho guys, priest taiju. i wonder what his sermons would be like or if he’d like my old youth group friends.

𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

✿ summary: maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

✿ ft: kazutora hanemiya

all you wanted to do right now was go home and take a hot bath, relax your muscles from a long day of school. all you had to do was walk for a few more minutes. you did have a follower, though. or that's what it sounded like with the ringing of a bell, probably a keychain, and mimicking snow crunching from your own.

as long as they didn’t try to hurt you or, god forbid, talk to you, you would be fine. you honestly didn't have the brain capacity after a long day of studying and annoying girls in your class. in every single class.

you were taken out of your daze when you heard some annoying high-pitched laughs. you knew those annoying high-pitched laughs and forced giggles anywhere. the elongated words almost seeping out like moans. a higher pitch, almost panda baby-sounding sneeze followed after and a whine, “noo~, that is my real sneeze taro~~!”

yeah, pick me, girls in your class. they didn't exactly try to like you at all. turns out their boyfriends also don't exactly like you at all either. how fun. so fun, in fact, that a snowball was hurtling right towards you.

but it didn't hit you. it hit the person behind you with a sound that just had to hurt. and then there was a grunt. a very annoyed grunt.

you turned to see where the guy's offender was, but a snowball hit your chest, splattering all over your new warm jacket. and then another. and another.

quickly realizing what was happening, you yelled a short "run!" before booking it under the bridge the girls and their boyfriends were on. as both of you ran snowballs hit you from every which direction.

did they plan this out or something? there’s literally girls and boys stationed like the military over the park. you had to hand it to whoever planned this out; it was impressive.

you brought hands to your face to try and protect it as you ran as fast as you could, the only noise you could hear was the whipping of snowballs being thrown in the air and hitting you.

once your eyes caught a rock, you bolted as fast as you could, arms flailing, trying to reach the damn thing. you dove towards it, crawling to safety.

then, your very nice follower had decided to also dive into the snow, right on you. his hand grabbed your back, plunging you into the snow. your body hit the snow further, nose stuffed with snow so far you almost could smell the nice earthy dirt from the last season. but he grabbed your collar, saving you from the snow, and shoved your face into his own.

“the hell is wrong with you?” he wasn’t screaming, but he was still holding back, you could tell.

“what-?!” you almost laughed, but you coughed up some of that stupid snow he submerged you into.

“you got your friends to do this, didn't you? you think you're so special, don't cha’?”

as he went off, you started to recognize the guy practicing holding you by your throat, arguing with you. he was practically arguing with a wall with drying paint.

your mind finally hit a mini memory. you know this guy. you don't know him, but you know him. he was one of your friends' crush the week he came to school, so of course, you had to hear her rant about him for a week.

what even was his name? kyazutora? bazutora? nyanyatora? once your eyes landed on that tattoo on his neck, it hit you. kazutora, that was his name. It fit him in a weird sense.

now, that week she spent talking about him was only filled with compliments after compliments. ‘he's so hot’ she would say. ‘he's a need not a want’ she would say. ‘forget a ferrari for christmas, I want him’ she would say. you didn't get it at first, but now… you still don't.

he was being an ass right now. you didn't want to fight, maybe a bit, but not with him. he could probably see that, and he still went off until he didn't. he released you, and you felt yourself fall deep into the snow.

you muttered a small thank you and tried to dust yourself off, only now catching time to get the snow out of your eyelashes and face.

“we should get out of here.”

“obviously.” 

“listen, I'm not really in the mood to deal with your attitude right now, and I just want them to go away. I don't want to fight you, so can you please not try and be rude or anything,” you try to hold back. he’s probably had a rough day too, being hit in the face by a snowball but still.

“you want them to go away?” he asked, smirking, letting his pointy teeth be more pronounced. you give him a curt nod. “ok, I can do that. just listen to me.” he looks around, not even flinching with the ongoing snowballs being aimed at you two.

“start making snowballs.” he orders you while trying to make snowballs.

you turn to try and make a snowball, hands moving to shape it into a circle. it crumples and falls in your hand, but you still make as many as you can in a minute. by the time a minute passes, your jaw drops. he’s already got a whole arm full of them. does he have an automatic snowball maker stuffed in that bell earring of his?

“how did you?”

“you ready?” he asks, almost too gleefully. he turns to start throwing as many snowballs as he can, each one hitting directly where he wanted them. is he on the baseball team? you would have remembered if he was a baseball boy.

still, he was pressing out arms like the pitchers on tv, throwing every which way, all with that smirk on his face, his ammo slowly running out. you peek out from the rock, watching him work his magic.

your bullies- the girls in your class- shrieked and grabbed their boyfriends' arms. “run!” they squealed like dying pigs, running away for their life on the bridge.

next, he aimed for a boy hiding behind a rock opposite of yours. he jumped to the side, dodging a snowball passing his shoulder, hitting the tree behind him. he threw it midair, almost in slow motion as it still hit the kid in the eye with a loud “eugh” and ran away crying. that's gotta hurt.

you turned to see there was still a boy who ran away unscathed from your savior. “ah, he got away,” you told him, an unused snowball still in your gloved hands.

“snowball,” he held out his hand, still looking towards the boy. you placed the weapon into his hands and watched as the boy ran for his life.

he pushed his shoulder and arm back, lifted his leg a bit, pivoted his foot. ‘bam!’

you could practically feel the impact of a rock hit your lower back as you watched the collision. the poor kid fell straight on his face from the ball.

“you hit him!”

“so?”

“so what?! you hit him!” you jumped into his arms that stiffened before he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you off.

“you go to my school, right? tomorrow you should eat lunch with me. I'll make hot chocolate and pumpkin pie!”

“hot chocolate and pumpkin pie? that sounds disgusting.”

“free food's still free food.”

and at the same time, he found your classroom the next day and ate the meal you prepared for him.

were not going to talk about how im still stuck on overblot jamil

I wish all of you a good "Diasomnia is coming and coming strong" (and also tag your spoilers). And my feelings and prayers to my fellow players/watchers that are still in ch6 despite knowing a bit of what's going to happen, myself included

so this is from a popular old video in Brazil and as I was watching it for the first time, I just saw this scene and... suddenly had a epiphany. feel free to use it as template for something if you like it <3

what are some gifts you want for christmas

dm me, comment or anonymous ask i need ideas!!

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𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓼. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼.

✿ summary: you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

✿ ft: mahito

✿ unedited

you only now thought about how cursed spirits interacted with your world. its not like they were like ghosts, unable to open doors or lift a soda can. they were able to do that, you’ve seen it. you’ve seen that manhole cover be lifted, the sun drifting down like a ray of light piercing the sewage floors with its light. you’ve seen him move it to get inside to see you and his little projects. so you know that curses can interact with the real world. they can move stuff around just like yourself.

so how did people not notice them when it was winter? snow falling onto the concrete and the crunch of shoes on freshly fallen snow. how did people just not notice footprints left behind them?

there really was no use in worrying about it. it was just a waste of your time especially when you finally got out of that nasty sewer for the first time in what felt like forever. yeah, a random backlot of a bankrupt companies building was a little filthy but it still has fresh air. something you were desperately lacking.

mahitos boyish laugh broke you out of your daze, his hand reaching out for your wrist to drag you deeper into the parking lot. your feet drag behind his, the difference in physical mobility clear.

“look, look!” he pointed at a larger patch of snow than at you, almost for approval. his eyes were wide like puppies waiting for a treat, mouth stretched wide. looking at him almost made you forget the fact he kidnapped you and dragged you away from your family and friends without a second thought.

“what do humans do for fun in the snow?” he asked, dropping onto his butt onto the cold snow. it would have surprised you how he didn't flinch from the cold but this was mahito youre talking about.

“snow angels… they’re pretty fun-”

“-what is that?” he asked, a hand outstretched onto the snow to press change his weight distribution to lean closer to you. he seemed so normal with the light of the moon illuminating his pale face.

“you get on the floor. and then you move your arms and legs around.”

“like a warm?”

“no.”

“show me, [y/n]!”

“omph-!”

before you can do anything he charges at you, smile never leaving his face. arms wrapped around your body sending you both tumbling into a new patch of snow.

“show me, [y/n].”

so close

his arms were beside your head, cold air swirling around your neck and face.

his laugh was nice. the way he sprayed his arms out, muscles contrasting was a little nice.

he grabbed your arms by your weak biceps and started to drag them up and down the snowy powder. your hands would connect at the top making a small ‘smack’ sound.

“like this?” he asked, breaking from his concentration to look back up at you.

“not all the way up,” you try to break from his grip but the curse keeps a bruising grip, his eyes telling you more than you should know that's not a good idea.

so you bring your arms up and show him, up, down. when he saw what it was doing he shouted like he just cursed some disease.

“[y/n], [y/n]!” he shouted jumping up only to plop a few feet away from you, just enough space to try his own. “like this?” he asked lips parting and eyes wide. he really didn't look all that evil with the moon shining down on him like that. he also looked human with how much the dark concealed him.

“you move your legs, like this,” you moved your legs from side to side as your arms went up and down. and mahito let out that gasp and giggle.

“i got it [y/n]! you humans really don't know how to have fun do you?” giggles bubbled from his throat, arms and legs moving to create divots in the snow below him.

and just as fast as his happiness started it ended. he slowly came to a stop, eyes darkening looking up at the twinkling sky.

“are you happy to be spending christmas with me? humans spend it with people they love the most, don't they?” he sounds rather thoughtful. that's more than you got in a while.

“oh, it’s christmas. that’s nice.”

“answer my question,” he seems mad, a small wrinkle between his brows now showing.

“yeah, it's nice.”

“am i important to you? do you love me the most? more than anyone else?” it seems rather out of character to be asking for praise. geto probably said something to get underneath his skin.

so you tried to laugh and have your shoulders move just as your arms were a few seconds ago. “mahito,” you turned your head to see he was staring right into your eyes. like he wanted something. no- needed something. just what happened? “you spend christmas with people who make you happy. you make me happy,” you lie completely utterly and deeply in your soul.

his hand dragged along the snow, a divet in the snow following him before his fingertip touched your own. his wrist was elongated further than any human should, his hand wrapping around your own, so quick it almost seemed like he was afraid that he would lose you. but you knew that was wrong. he would and could never lose you.

his cheek pressed against the snow facing you. his eyes, those blue and gray eyes, looking into yours searched for something. the stitches on his neck bobbed when he swallowed some spit. “humans are so simple.” he could go on a rant but there was nothing. just his eyes searching your own and a cold hand holding onto yours, a bruising grip.

yet with how he spoke he still branched out another hand out of his one hold onto you own and moved it to caress your cheek. it pushed the snow on your cheek off, and held the fat with such tenderness. it was strange.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓍. 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑜𝑒.

✿ summary: getting stranded at a party might not be the best thing ever, but meeting the famous french striker under mistletoe is definitely a plus

✿ ft. noel noa

sitting alone at the bar at a christmas party you weren't invited to wasn't the best feeling in the world. your best friend, who used you as her work partner's plus one, had left you, preferring to "work." the poor athletes were almost running from her if they saw her, leaving her to wallow in the corner without you.

the non-alcoholic drinks you were forced to consume as the designated driver weren't exactly helping you pass the time, only making your bladder feel smaller and smaller. getting up from the bar, you ventured deeper into the party to find the bathroom.

as you walked, your eyes couldn't help but wander around, trying to find your friend, but to no avail. you slowly remembered what happened right before you entered the party.

"[y/n]! you have to keep your eyes open!"

"what? take a breath-"

"i can't! not when noel noa is here!" she frantically flicked her head from side to side, scanning the empty streets like he was going to appear like magic. 

“that’s the famous striker, right?”

"only the number one striker in the world! you have to find him and call me. if i see him here and interview him, i could get that promotion." she sounded hopeful, a smile on her face, but it dropped, her rbf shining through her happy persona when she saw your skeptical expression.

"pwease [y/n]~" she grabbed your hands and begged, almost getting down on her knees. 

“ok, ok! i’ll help you find this guy. just please get off the floor. someone could have puked on that.”

"thank you, [y/n]!" her bone-crushing hug knocked the wind out of you. once that bodyguard let you in, she ran around like a chicken without a head, trying to find the mystery man. too bad you didn't know what the famous striker looked like. you didn't know his nationality or team; you just knew his name and the position he played. not very helpful.

the tinkling of martini glasses and the sound of heels across the marble floors echoed across the room. popping champagne bottles, squeals, screams, and forced laughter would occasionally pipe up, always sounding the same. a massive christmas tree filled with tinsel, ornaments, lights, and anything else you could imagine decorated the room perfectly, lighting up the space and almost brushing the towering ceilings. you felt like an ant in the room, as if the room knew you didn't belong here.

the bathroom line felt like eternity, like when you were younger and had a nightmare, that stupid clock ticking every second going on until you finally fell asleep under your blankets. soon the line dwindled and dwindled down until you finally could get in and out. you dried your hands on the air dryer and shook your hands to get any remaining water off as you walked out the door.

now, you have nothing to do. you didn't work for this company, hell, you didn't even know what they did. everyone here looked rich and reeked of money. at least when you were in line for the bathroom, you had a purpose. but now you were just standing there. you felt like a ghost, people passing through you, not even acknowledging your existence.

you just wanted to go back to the bar; who cared what look that bartender would give you. so that's what you did, walking past women with candy cane red lips and men who smelled like more than you would ever make in a lifetime. suits and dresses that seemed so foreign to you.

but out of the corner of your eye, you saw your friend in that velvet low-cut tight dress on the second-floor mezzanine. she was talking to some expensive-looking man with a girl probably half his age on his arm; she was putting on that fake smile and laugh.

she had left you for a solid two and a half hours; you were going to hang out with someone. and that someone was going to be her.

so you made your way to the luxurious stairs, cascading velvety carpets that could rival the British monarchs. you excused yourself when you bumped into someone and finally reached the stairs, some men coming down them.

while passing a rather tall and muscular man, one of his friends whistled and laughed at the man who paused, along with you. both of you turned to see his friends; the one whistling and giggling looked way too drunk to be going anywhere near stairs. the man was holding onto a bland-looking one with blue eyes who looked rather nervous, trying to steady the swaying one.

you shot him a confused glance, your eyebrows raising in confusion, before turning your attention to the man standing beside you. his head was tilted upward, his gaze fixated on an arrangement of ferns- mistletoe, delicately suspended above. the soft glow from twinkling fairy lights adorned the surroundings.

in that moment, realization dawned upon you, and your eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and understanding. the air around you felt harder to inhale. you instinctively took a step back, caught off guard by the situation. however, the man beside you moved quicker than you’ve ever seen, his eyes widening in concern.

time seemed to slow as his arms encircled you, preventing any further descent down the stairs. the touch was both reassuring and electrifying. as you looked up into his eyes, you couldn't help but notice the subtle warmth that lingered. it felt so cliche. 

"are you alright?" his voice was filled with genuine concern, and you could feel yourself relax into his arms with those words.

but even with his words, your mind trailed off, going to admire him. what was he? a model? his cologne smells expensive, like every other perfume and cologne here, but at the same time it was distinct. there was an underlying uniqueness, a grounding minimalism that set it apart. you couldn't quite pinpoint it, but it held an allure that was nothing like you ever felt before.

you felt gross, disgusted even at what you were doing, taking him in like this, memorizing the details- his scent, the curve of his lips. god, you felt like a pervert. you chided yourself, feeling a twinge of discomfort at your own actions.

"i'm fine... sorry about that," you stammered, breaking the spell of your silent observations. awkwardness settled in, magnified by the awareness that his friends, the blonde one with a sly smirk and the black-haired one appearing uneasy, were keenly observing the exchange. your gaze flickered between them, questioning the dynamics of the trio.

"it’s fine. as long as you’re alright." the moment ended with him helping you back onto your feet, looking you over to double-check if you weren't lying.

"it's fine. as long as you're alright," he reassured, gracefully helping you back onto your feet. his lingering concern painted a genuine sincerity across his features, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of gratitude. as the moment concluded, his eyes scanned over you once more, ensuring your well-being. 

“don’t forget-” hick “to kiss you two,” the drunk man laughed hard, almost falling off of the bland one's shoulder who grabbed him quickly.

"don't forget-" a hiccup interrupted the drunken man's proclamation, “to kiss you two,” he abruptly erupted into laughter, teetering dangerously on the edge of his bland companion's shoulder. 

who the hell was this guy? your life wasn't some circus to watch, forcing you to kiss this random stranger.

"i'm sorry about him," the boy apologized, his eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and genuine remorse. "come on, let's go." he attempted to drag the blonde one down the stairs, who continued to whine about wanting to witness some "action." eventually, the duo disappeared, leaving you and the intriguing white-haired man alone on the stairs.

the silence that followed carried a unique tension, the remnants of an awkward encounter mingling with the loud ambiance of the surroundings. The mistletoe above seemed to cast a soft glow, as if nature itself was conspiring against you two.

"that guy’s something," you remarked, breaking the quietude with a light-hearted tone, attempting to diffuse the lingering discomfort. The white-haired man offered a wry smile, his eyes holding a subtle amusement that hinted at shared bemusement.

“so… why are you here?” you ask him to try to prolonged the conversation for as long as possible.

"They're organizing this celebration for my team."

“you’re team?” you ask a little confused.

“Bastard München” he responds curtley.

Realization finally dawns on you, and you recognize the man in front of you.

“are you- are you noel noa?” you stammered, feeling like some teenage girl. you didn’t even know much about this guy, but your friend went on and on about him. you always tuned her out, but she seemed so passionate about him.

“kiss! smoochie smoochie time~!”

“kaiser!” 

"get-" a loud grunting noise left the blonde, and a squawking noise left the other, "off of me, isagi!" they struggled against each other, arms reaching out to try and push them off each other.

“i thought they left,” you tried to laugh but when you looked back at the famous man in front of you, you stopped. his face almost seemed blank with a tinge of surprise if you could even call it that.

“it can’t be helped,” he sighed, his voice carrying a gentle undertone that resonated with unspoken emotions. as he reached up, his fingers delicately traced the outline of your face, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his eyes, a reflection of emotions too deep for words, held yours in a silent conversation.

a quiet pause lingered in the air, building anticipation, before he slowly leaned in. in that moment, time seemed to suspend, and the world around you faded away. 

his breath, warm against your skin, and as he closed the distance between you, his lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss starting with a tender press of lips. both of your arms remained at your sides not wanting to overstep the invisible boundary. even without hands, it was as if each touch was a gentle caress, a delicate deliberate pressure. the sensation was feather-light, a sweet brush of affection that spoke volumes in its subtlety. each movement was a caress, as if exploring the contours of your lips in a sweet, unhurried dance. it was the opposite of forceful, a slow, deliberate exploration, leaving a lingering warmth.

even when he pulled away, cheeks dusted pink, promising his manager would send you tickets to the next match, you could still smell that expensive cologne after he left.

𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓾𝓷. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶.

✿ summary: after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

✿ ft. riddle rosehearts

you hadn't expected it. you really should have, but you didn't.

the perfectly cut grass along with those pops of red in heartsabyul had been draped in a pristine white layer of snow. the once almost postcard blue sky transformed into a muted gray hue. soft mummers of the wind now were hidden with a biting nip. tiny snowflakes began to multiply, swirling and twirling in the wind. the atmosphere began to shift into a flurry of snow. 

voices yelled to get back inside once the wind kicked up. 

you had followed the dorm leader inside the half eaten strawberry stones left to fly with the wind or be suffocated by the mounting layers of pristine powder.

now, after being stuck in his cozy room, it didn't seem so bad to be stuck here. who knew it was against the queen's rules to get out in the snow thirty minutes after eating a strawberry scone?

was it even coming down that hard? maybe the snow could go up to your knees, but grim needed you back at ramshackle. he did have the ghosts, and you had, well, riddle, overbearing as ever. he passed back and forth in his room, hand on his chin, muttering something under his breath. his eyes would occasionally glance your way before immediately diverting to the floor.

you were lucky enough to find yourself on his bed, blankets and duvet draped around your form keeping you warm, a nice contrast to the freezing blizzard coming down outside.

"aren't you cold, riddle?" you asked the boy who momentarily paused, his shoulders tense in the chilly air.

"no, don't be ridiculous," he almost responded too quickly, but there was a subtle shiver beneath his confident tone.

“riddle.”

“i told you, im fine.” he snapped before a high pitch sneeze erupted out of him, leaving him frozen in a moment of vulnerability.

“sure.” you looked at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “just join me.” you tell him and pat a spot next to you, the soft noise nustling into his ears. 

he looked at you, obviously thinking it over. yes he was cold, very cold and you were warm. you were also a friend. a friend he cared about a lot. what if he embarrassed himself? what would his mother say?

riddle hesitated for a moment, his expression softening before he reluctantly moved to sit beside you, not before peeling off his gloves, heels and cloak, seeking the warmth both from your words and the shared space. bed dipping the air between you held a subtle tension, a mixture of the biting cold and an unspoken connection.

opening your am with a blanket you wordlessly invited him closer to you. shoulders brushing until nudging and then finally touching, no space in between the two of you. you wrapped the blanket to his shoulder. 

“what are you doing?” he snapped back, his shoulders tense as he resisted the urge to yank the blanket off.

“keeping you warm,” you said calmly, unaffected by his abrupt response. you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, a sigh escaping you as you allowed yourself to relax. he inhaled quickly, his posture stiff and straight as always.

you opened your eyes and looked into the red head's. “you can relax, you know.”

“i am relaxed.” he retorted, but his words contradicted the truth. his fingers fidgeted, his posture remained tense, and everything about him screamed awkwardness. despite his efforts to maintain composure, the vulnerability beneath the surface was palpable, like a tightly wound coil just waiting to unravel. the air held a quiet tension, a delicate balance between his resistance and your gentle persistence in breaking down the walls he had built around himself.

"right," you couldn't help but let out a laugh, though a subtle tightness settled in your chest. was he even trying to warm up to you? the fact that he didn't force you to be in the same room as ace or deuce right now suggested some level of care, but maybe not enough to share such an intimate moment with you.

riddle caught on to your feelings, your face not doing much to hide them. gradually, he slid his hand over towards yours, bit by bit. perhaps, in his own way, he was opening up to you. his frostbitten hands latched onto yours, seeking warmth from the cold.

you flinched, and riddle almost immediately shot his hand back towards his lap, muttering a quick apology. his face turned as red as the once red roses outside. how could he be so stupid, reaching out to grab your hand like that? he should have known better. it felt like an invasion of space, a potential disrespect. what would his mother say? he was practically taking advantage of y-

his wild thoughts dwindled away like sugar in water when your hand touched his own, grasping it and squeezing it. the feeling of warmth shot up his arm to his body and then his heart. he couldn't even think of anything; his mind went blanker than ever before. all his problems melted away, his heart beating like he had just flunked a test, but this was a different kind of beating- stressful, yet strangely comforting. it felt fuzzy, even with all the emotions going on in his head.

even with this new feeling, he didn't want to think about it. he didn't want to take away from this warmth. he wanted to relax, to take it in, as if this moment was a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

as the two of you sat there, hands intertwined, a soft silence enveloped the room. riddle's initial tension began to subside, replaced by a sense of calm that neither of you had anticipated.

you could sense a subtle shift in riddle's demeanor. the rigid walls he usually kept up seemed to soften, and he let out a deep breath, as if releasing pent-up stress. 

riddle stole a glance at you, his crimson eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. for a moment, the weight of expectations, responsibilities, and the troubles that usually plagued him seemed to fade away. it was just the two of you.

even when you woke up the next day, snow melting into water, your hands were still intertwined.

꒰ december drabbles ꒱. - m.list

updated as of: december 22nd 2023 !

jour un. snow storm. - [riddle rosehearts]

after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

jour deux. mistletoe. - [noel noa]

getting stranded at a party might not be the best thing ever, but meeting the famous french striker under mistletoe is definitely a plus

jour trois. snow angels. - [mahito]

you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

jour quatre. snowball fight. - [kazutora hanemiya]

maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

cinquième jour. winter nights. - [leona kingscholar]

you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

sixième jour. snowman. - [kalim al asim]

getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

septième jour. christmas lights. - [seishu inui]

do you really need to be grounded when there’s a boy in your window looking like a puppy to take you to see the rich neighborhoods’ lights

jour huit. chocolate chip cookies. - [tendou satori]

after working all day, he just wants to come home to a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies but maybe you need chocolatier tendou to show you how real chocolate chip cookies are made

jour neuf. ugly sweater. - [izana kurokawa]

why does your boyfriend seem so stressed lately? he just needs a good present to cheer him up

jour dix. baby its cold outside. - [malleus draconia]

who cares about what your family and neighbors think? it’s just so cold outside; why should you leave?

jour onze. ice skating. - [azul ashengrotto]

youve seen how he is at broom riding, but maybe you should actually look away when he's on skates

jour douze. home alone. - [taiju shiba]

your family might have forgotten you on their vacation, but your shovel serial killer neighbor might not be as mean as everyone says

jour treize. scarf. - [ushijima wakatoshi]

that guy on the volleyball team is taking the same route home as you. luckily, you forgot a scarf

quatorzième jour. the nutcracker. - [kakucho]

maybe that nutcracker prince you dreamt about wasn't as much of a dream as you thought it was

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12 hour flight = writing and day dreaming for 12 hours

thinking about making a december masterlist but i need ideas. dm/comment some festive type prompt ideas or characters and ill try to squeeze them in.

Yan!Buc-ee's worker x reader headcanons

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who took the job to help support his family's farm and pay for his school supplies.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who paused chopping meat when he noticed you entering the store with runny mascara and shoulders heaving. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who for some reason felt a twinge of embarrassment about his bright red polo and khaki uniform. Did it make him look tacky? Was his hair messier than usual? What if you didn't like the cowboy hat he was forced to wear? What if his chopping skills weren't as good as you wanted them to be? Why is he sweating all of a sudden?

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who had to ask you to repeat your order, all the while feeling embarrassed, unable to tear his gaze away from your glossy lips as you spoke.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who, for some reason, blurted out that the Beaver Nuggets complimented your eyes, feeling his gloved fingers start to cling to his sweaty hands as you finally smiled and said, 'Thank you.'

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got yelled at by an old lady for watching you leave the store with two brisket sandwiches and a bag of Beaver Nuggets instead of taking her order.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who parked at school the next day and saw you again. However, this time, he witnessed you being forcefully pushed out of a truck and onto the concrete of the school parking lot.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realized that the boy who shoved you out of the large red truck- your boyfriend, was the school's prized quarterback

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who had heard about what your boyfriend had done to anyone interested in you, so he kept his distance and watched from afar as he witnessed the actions.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who can’t stand always seeing him coming into the Buc-ee’s with you. A hand on your waist and the way your face looks. You look so scared. Why would you be with him? He makes you look like his old bloodhound, shaking and about to drop dead at any sudden movement. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realizes that when you bought those two brisket sandwiches, they were for you and your boyfriend.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realizes that the reason you had been crying that first night he saw you was because of the boy in front of him, asking for a smoked, chopped beef brisket and barbecue sauce on a soft white bun.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who smiles and says ‘yes sir’ when your boyfriend asks if he remembered the order, snapping his fingers to make sure he was even alive.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who couldn't help but look at you and pray to his mama that you remembered him that night. That one boy that made you smile when you cried because of your horrible boyfriend.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got caught by your boyfriend for looking at you one night. He just couldn't help it now could he? The way your face illuminated when you were looking at something in the freezer, it was breathtaking. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got yelled at by your boyfriend for 'lookin' at my woman,' before security had to kick him out escorting the quarterback out of the store, with you following closely and apologizing for your boyfriend's behavior. He might need an inhaler if you kept making him forget how to breathe.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who finally snapped after school, watching your boyfriend hit you for the last time, grabbing your hair and pulling your scalp. Did he just call you a whiny bitch? You're not supposed to swear! How could he?  He delivers some soap in his mouth for that dirty mouth of his.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who marched up to him and landed a clean punch right on the jaw, causing the quarterback to stumble back. Oh no, did he just spit out some blood? And why was he crouched down, glaring like that? But wait, are you alright? Why are you looking at him like that? Are you afraid of him? That was the last thing he wanted!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who then found himself brutally beaten to a pulp by the football team the next day at lunch, with you watching from afar, looking as guilty as ever.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got patched up by his mama after school, telling him to stay away from those 'big shot boys.' 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who jumped when she suddenly started squealing, kicking her feet, and giggling when he told her that he had done it to save a girl. It's not like that; you're just a friend, a girl he's been talking to almost every night since that first time he met you.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who showed up to school the next day with a busted lip and patched-up eye. Will you like him? What if he looks gross like this? What? Are you thanking him? You’re just so sweet!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who asks if you want him to drive you back to his place. It’s really nothing much for him. He’s just looking out for you is all. What- you want to actually do it? You want him to drive you home? 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who holds his breath and fiddles with his pencil the rest of the day waiting for the end of school to come. What if you tried to kiss him? How would your lips taste? Sweet? Sour? Just right? No, he can't! You have a boyfriend!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who makes sure to get you into his car while your boyfriend is stuck at practice. You can just tell him you drove home with a good friend of yours!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who listened to you told him where to drive, making sure to go just under the speed limit. He’s just being safe, don’t worry! He definitely isn't doing it so he can be with you longer, where did you hear that from?

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who asks if you want to visit the local lake with him since you seem so stressed out lately. Huh? You’re scared people have noticed you’ve been down? Don’t worry, he’s just perceptive like that watching your boyfriend beat you to the point of blood dripping from your bruised body.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who lays down a picnic blanket on the bank of the river for the both of you to sit on. It’s just so relaxing with him here, isn’t it? Is your boyfriend starting to leave your memories with thoughts of him? No? Well you should, he’s honestly such a big waste of your time and energy. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who softly grabs your hand, squeezing it telling you everything’s going to be ok. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who watches you panic and fold up the blanket throwing it back into the car when you say it’s past your curfew while the sun sets.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who decides the speed limit is just a number. He’s watched NASCAR on that old brick of tv for a reason after all.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who sneaks into the backyard of your house to help you climb into your second-story room.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who gently grabs your waist, making sure not to squeeze too tightly as he lifts you up, allowing you to climb onto the trellis.

"If that boyfriend of yers messes with ya one more time, y'all just send 'im my way. Whoa now, don't ya go fallin'!"

starting off no nut november with the racist ginger in one of my classes telling me to suck his dick or he’ll shoot one of my friends

Yan!Slasher headcanons

[part.2]

Yan!Slasher who’s your high school’s resident book nerd 

Yan!Slasher who sees you in the library and doesn't think he’s able to breathe

Yan!Slasher who thinks he's about to have a heart attack when he realizes you're in the same math class. How has he never seen you before? He didn't think his vision was this bad.

Yan!Slasher who starts accidentally overhearing your conversations with your classmates.

Yan!Slasher who once heard that you like athletic guys, decides he needs a complete makeover.

Yan!Slasher who begins working out and makes sure that by the time junior year rolls around, nobody from freshman year recognizes him.

Yan!Slasher who has completely changed with a more toned body, a taller and broader frame, and even a new haircut by that one celebrity you mentioned was hot. Don’t you love him he’s so thoughtful remembering what you said in the fourth month and second week of high school sophomore year in math second period?

Yan!Slasher who never gets flustered when a girl confesses to him, but whenever you pass by, his knees go weak. You just walked by him! It's the third time this week! You must really want him, and it's definitely not because he stalked you and found your schedule to see you every chance he got!

Yan!Slasher who nearly fainted when you showed up to one of his games. You're here? That's great! Now you can witness how amazing and handsome he's become, all for you.

Yan!Slasher who builds up enough courage to try and talk to you after his game, even though he's covered in sweat. But is he stinky? Do his armpits smell? He needs to make sure he doesn't smell like an ogre's morning breath and like a fairy's farts!

Yan!Slasher who almost considers asking you to a school dance but backs out when his friend suggests another girl. She might be curvy, but she's not you. Nobody is you.

Yan!Slasher who could only watch you dance, while his date mindlessly grinded on his thigh from the dance floor.

Yan!Slasher who accidentally ran into the girls' bathroom, preoccupied with the thought that he was about to die after his date got period blood all over his uncle's suit.

Yan!Slasher who almost screamed when he saw you washing your hands in the men's bathroom but instead stood stiffly.

Yan!Slasher who started to apologize when you corrected him for being in the bathroom. He swears he's not a pervert; he was in a rush to get here on time and only has one contact in!

Yan!Slasher who let out a forced laugh and a 'thank you' when you apologized for not being able to help get the blood out of his pants after crouching down for him.

Yan!Slasher who just now noticed the little details on your face and how the buzzing bathroom illuminated your features. How are you so beautiful? Why do you always make him feel like his heart is about to pop out of his chest when he's this close to you?

Yan!Slasher who decides to take his date for some fast food after the dance. He might as well thank her for being the reason he got to be that close to you.

Yan!Slasher snaps when his date asks why they're at the local Whataburger and not a fancy restaurant.

Yan!Slasher who asks his date if she can get the pack of condoms out from the trunk while he grabs the shotgun from the glove department.

Yan!Slasher who slams the Maserati Biturbos trunk on her body letting her stumble onto the ground so he could have a clean shot of her head.

Yan!Slasher who almost felt bad when he got a clean shot in between her eyebrows. Sure she was his first-ever date but she also got in the way of you and him and his future family of seven kids so of course she needed to die! 

Yan!Slasher who you don't need to worry about. he’s nice enough to bury her in a random ditch somewhere, with a Whataburger burger and Coke. How could you not love how fatherly and caring he is?

Yan!Slasher who overhears the colleges you applied to in senior year. Really? Those? They're so easy to get into. You could do much better than that, honestly.

Yan!Slasher who is convinced that your friends are holding you back. Do you really need them? They're taking time away from your studies. Without them, you could have been accepted into every Ivy League by now.

Yan!Slasher who decides to let your friends live for your sake. He's seen how emotional you can be, and he's worried that you might spiral and let your grades drop. After all, how can you both attend the same college if you're not able to get into one?

Yan!Slasher who of course, applies to those schools. Does he really need to attend Harvard Law? Nope, you silly billy! As long as he's providing for you, he'll go anywhere!

Yan!Slasher who sees you at prom with one of your best friends. Her? You've been making the worst decisions recently. Why go with her when he's right here? He's 6'3 for crying out loud. He's worked so hard just for you to go with your best friend to prom.

Yan!Slasher who needs to remind himself that you're just being manipulated. Your whole friend group is manipulating you. As if you wanted to go to prom with them when you're just so shy and have been madly in love with him this whole time! He's seen the way you glance his way; of course, you love him and are not looking at the board!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that once the rigged prom queen ballots are counted, you and he would be king and queen together. What? You didn't put your name on the ballot? Are you just tired, of course you did.

Yan!Slasher who finally is able to truly smile for the first time as he wraps his hand around your waist and brings you closer to his body. They take a photo of you and him in your crowns, sashes, and a bouquet of roses that perfectly complement your dress and his suit, with a matching corsage that he totally didn't set up. Why would he ever do that? That's ridiculous!

Yan!Slasher who almost faints when you both get accepted into some random school he's never heard of. Yay, you'll be together forever! He can join a frat, and you can join a sorority. As you turn a corner at a party, he'll be there to catch you, and you'll recognize him as the handsome man you won prom queen with. A high school romance, how perfect!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure he gets at least one core class with you at his new school.

Yan!Slasher who stares at you in the only class you share. Why are you struggling so much? It's so easy for him! You should totally come up to him and ask for help. I mean, yeah, he’s a jock, but he also studies hard to be at the top of his class. He’s just amazing like that!

Yan!Slasher who cries and hugs his favorite plushie with a duct-taped photo of your face on it after seeing you talk to the professor after a class you had trouble with. Why would you ask that balding man instead of the hot boy you know from high school? 

Yan!Slasher who gets frustrated when he approaches the professor after you've left, but the professor says he doesn't have enough time. Does the professor have a crush on you or something?

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that he follows the professor home and slashes tires so he’s busy getting his expensive car towed while he’s memorizing the layout of his house.

Yan!Slasher who shows up to his house the next night and takes a knife from his kitchen so you can only smell whatever’s in the trash can.

Yan!Slasher who almost spills everything when you ask if he remembers you and if he wants to help you. Aw, you can’t ask for him to pay you because of student debt and loans? Don’t worry; why would he want your money when you’ll share a bank account once you both graduate, with him being valedictorian?

Yan!Slasher who creates a whole schedule for you because you’re so stressed and need to find time for his help. You really do care about him if you still ask for help when you have no time for it!

Yan!Slasher who now sits with you in that one class you share, leaning down to whisper answers or explanations in your ear. He even makes sure to freshen up, so you know he's not just another typical jock like the rest of his teammates.

Yan!Slasher who tries to build up the courage to subtly make physical contact, perhaps gently nudging your foot under the table or offering to lend a hand when you need to erase something. He wants to make this as romantic and casual as possible!

Yan!Slasher who after a month, sputters and blushes when one of his teammates asks if you're dating out of the blue. What-? No-? He’s just a kind friend helping with your homework? Please, go on about how you look at him! What? Who said that? Not him.

Yan!Slasher who has a frat bro who decides they need a party, and you need to be one of the first to be invited. Everyone just can’t bear how lovesick he is, always talking about you and how you glance at him in class with those pretty eyes of yours.

Yan!Slasher who sees you at the party and almost passes out. Why are you here? Is that a drink in your hand? What if someone poisoned you? You really need to be more cautious around strangers!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure to drop something into your drink when bumping into you. 

Yan!Slasher who talks to you, leaning against a wall, making sure to properly show off all the muscles he's worked so hard for.

Yan!Slasher who catches you when you start to feel dizzy and picks you up in his arms, taking you to his room.

Yan!Slasher who throws the plushies and photos he has of you in his room into a box filled with half-chewed pencils and blurry photos of you walking to class.

Yan!Slasher who untucks his bed and places you on it before tucking you back in and gently brushing away anything on your face. Are you already asleep? You must really trust him!

Yan!Slasher who decides it’s okay to maybe take off a few of your clothes and take photos of you. He’s so smart crawling into bed with you and taking photos! Couple goals~ <3 !!

“Sh, sh, don’t scream. You fell asleep on a couch and I didn’t want anyone to puke on you. Let me take care of you, ok?”

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Min Ho x reader

Gif by @livelovecaliforniadreams

“No,” a tanned hand pointed to a picture of you. “NoOooOo.”

Min Ho stole a drink from a waiter and kept his eyes on the cute girl in front of him.

“Off limits.”

Smoothly walking around the crowd of people, he combed his hair with his hand and smirked, preparing himself for the attractive girl in front of him.

“No touchy.”

His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, offering the refreshing glass until he saw Q coming.

“I’ll kill you.”

“You’re finally here! It took you long enough,” Q shouted, holding you in a suffocating hug, rocking you in his hold before saying your name, almost sounding like he dragged it out for Min Ho to know who you were, even if he didn't know he was here.

“You’re finally here! It took you long enough,” Q shouted, holding you in a suffocating hug rocking you in his hold before saying your name, almost sounding like he dragged it out for Min Ho to know who you were even if didn't know he was here. 

“Y” no.

“N.” This couldn't be happening. It wasn't you, was it? No acne. You're wearing a dress? And heels? No, no, no, no, no, no, no… you were just someone else. Not Y/n.

You, or not you to Min Ho, yelled at Q for him to hear you. Min Ho couldn't hear the words, but when you left, he went to Q.

“Who was that?” Min Ho asked, almost offended.

“Y/n. Don't you remember her?” Q asked, out of breath, the smile on his face almost dropping for a second.

Of course, he did. But that girl in the photo he showed before the party was Y/n. Not whoever that was. In a shorter, tighter dress with matching heels. The Y/n he knew would wear oversized hoodies and jeans, paired with the most atrocious skincare routine he’d ever seen.

The Y/n he knew didn't know how to put on makeup to hide her acne, blackheads, etc. This one did. So that's why she isn't Y/n. Q’s sister isn't mature and doesn't know how to walk in heels, but this one?

This random girl looked mature. The opposite of Y/n. She almost looked cute to him, always running to him if she was scared or had a problem, on the brink of tears. Her voice would crack slightly, and his heart would hammer five times faster, hoping she wouldn't hear how his heart raced around her—

He cut off his thoughts, not wanting to get his feelings involved in any more ways possible. If Q knew, he didn't want to know what would happen to himself.

“Of course, I do,” he scoffed. “She’s changed.”

“I know! She really got into makeup videos and fashion blogs over the summer. And she started to drink water and get tons of sleep! I’m so proud of her, my little baby~,” he cooed.

Min Ho scoffed, rolling his eyes. He still couldn't help how his eyes immediately found your body. The way you smiled, the little crinkles under your eyes. His fist bunched up when he noticed you were talking to another boy. Why should he care who you're talking to? You’re your own person; you don't need him like you used to.

“Who’s she talking to? He looks like a baboon covered in cottage cheese. Has he ever seen skincare before? He probably uses water and dish soap to wash his face. Disgusting.”

“Woah, woah. Slow down there,” Q brought his hands up defensively. “It’s just a boy.”

“A disgusting, sweaty boy.”

“And why do you care?” Q asked, a hand on his hip. He almost seemed interested until it was his sister Min Ho was talking about. Immediately, all the teasing behind his eyes darkened.

“I’m looking out for her,” Min Ho said, but the look in Q’s eyes made him restate it. “For you.”

“Mhm. That better be it.”

“I should go find Dae,” Min Ho said. However, his eyes and body betrayed him. Even as he tried to pull his gaze away, it was as if his eyes were glued to your frame. He continued walking, his arm lifted up to help push away the people in his way. The sea of people grew smaller as he moved closer to you.

The way the lights reflected off your face almost made you appear angelic, just for him.

But then he saw the boy you were talking to. Glasses and curly brown hair. His eyebrows needed some- a lot of work. His glasses were big and bulky, resting on his strong nose, unfortunately not hiding his green eyes. His jaw was red and bumpy, but the rest of his face was smooth.

He lifted a hand to tap on the boy's shoulder, and if it was even possible, the most malicious smile you had ever seen spread over his features.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry,” the boy stuttered, his face flushing, and he turned to face you, panicked. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend; I had just assumed—”

“Assumed?” You repeated, a little confused, but when you looked up, you saw him.

He had been able to fit into his clothes more since the last time you saw him.

“Boyfriend?” Min Ho asked the boy, now leaning down a bit to meet his gaze.

He had gotten taller since the last time you'd seen him.

“A-are you not a thing? Oh my, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered further, digging himself into a pit of embarrassment. Min Ho just raised a brow at him; obviously, his patience was wearing thin.

He had gotten worse at hiding his feelings since the last time you'd seen him.

“Why are you still here?” He smiled politely, but his tone was anything but. He couldn't help but flicker his eyes over to you, and he couldn't help with his heart almost hammering twice as hard.

He had gotten more blunt since the last time you'd seen him.

“No! Stay, you’re fine,” you interjected, grabbing the boy's hand. You looked at him, batting your lashes, unaware of the effect it was having on both boys.

His face had gotten even redder since the last time you'd seen him.

“Are you?” He reached a hand around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. His cologne almost enveloped you. It wasn't heavy and strong like the other boys at school. It was nice and light, making you almost dizzy in a way you never knew was possible.

He smelled better than the last time you had seen him.

The boy, embarrassed, turned red and quickly withdrew his hand from yours. He then turned into the crowd, making his way to a random corner of the room. Min Ho tightened his grip on your shoulder, and you met his gaze. He looked down at you with unreadable eyes, but you could tell that the way he held you, embraced you, never made you want to leave his arms.

He made you feel even warmer than the last time you had seen him. 

"What was wrong with him?" 

He had grown more attractive since the last time you saw him.

"Min Ho? It's you, right?" you asked skeptically. He looked like him, yet so much different.

"Who else would look this handsome?" he replied with almost anything but an innocent look on his face.

"It's just that you've... changed."

"Have I?"

"I know this is quick, but can we go outside to talk? It's a little loud!" you yelled, emphasizing your point. "I just haven't seen you in forever, and I want to catch up," you told him, almost speaking to yourself. He couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek at the cute display.

He looked around for an exit and, more importantly, for Q. "Do you see your brother?" he asked, leaning closer to your ear, his breath fanning over your ear and neck, sending shivers down your spine. It wasn't moist, and it definitely wasn't smelly. Had he used mouthwash before this?

You finally regained your composure and looked around to see if Q was within your sight. "No," 

"Good," he squeezed your shoulder and guided you through the crowd. He tucked you both away, making sure Q wouldn't be able to see either of you. "Just follow me."

Finally, the two of you reached an exit, and he pushed the door open. Outside was a breathtaking sight, with stars twinkling in the sky as if they were shining just for the two of you. But such a thought would be selfish, a wish unlikely to come true. The full moon casts an additional beam of light over both of you.

"Ah-" The cold hit your exposed skin, almost causing an immediate sensation of frostbite. You winced, raising your shoulders and bringing your hands to your exposed arms.

"Aw, are you cold?" he asked. But before you could tell him no, he was taking off his jacket before you knew it. "Q would kill me if you got sick."

"You don't have to," you whispered, almost a part of you not wanting him to take the jacket back. You wanted to blame it on the fact that you were cold and your body needed it, but at the same time, you reached up to tuck yourself further into the jacket. "You must be cold. You need it more than I do."

"I'm not shaking like a five-year-old," he scoffed, observing you trembling in the oversized jacket. "Let's sit." He led you over to a small bench facing the city lights. The air was crisp and clean, the wind cooling your face after the warmth inside.

You turned to ask him a question, but he cut you off. "How's your life been?"

"Fine, I guess."

"I guess isn't an answer. What would Q think of his sister having an 'I guess' time at her new school?"

You looked at him and then the city below. He had gotten closer to you, presumably seeking warmth. "I'll miss all my friends. And the time difference is... challenging."

He nodded, listening patiently. "You can always make new friends."

"Like who?"

"Me," he answered abruptly, almost too quickly.

"Q's told me about you," you smiled, lightly nudging his shoulder with your own. "Hang out with me one time, and your fan girls will come after me."

"What's wrong with a couple hundred followers?" He nudged back, trying to lighten the mood.

"Not a couple thousand?" You teased back. "You can tag me in a post of us eating together, and they'll run to me."

"And what if we're not eating?"

"Shopping is also fun."

"That's so basic. My followers already see that. They need something new."

"Like what?" You laughed, but it got quickly cut off as a warm hand cradled your cheek. Your smile turned to a look of confusion and then realization. His eyes remained fixed on yours, only diverting their gaze every few seconds.

Your heartbeat quickened, and you could feel it in your throat. Your cheeks and ears grew hot. Closing your eyes, you leaned in, anticipating the kiss, but his hand dropped to his side.

Blinking your eyes open, your face flushed with embarrassment. "S-sorry, I got the wrong idea."

Min Ho could only stare at you as if looking right through you. He had promised Q. He had promised one of his best friends. What was he doing? Why was he feeling like this? Not like he should have never even touched you in the first place. Not like he should have never noticed you. Like he should have never stopped touching your cheek. Like he should have leaned in.

You rambled on with your apologies, still embarrassed, as he continued to think. But he shouldn't be thinking; he should be following his heart. So he did.

"It’s my fault and-"

"Shut up for a second."

Gasping for air, you stared at him, and without words, his eyes flickered to your lips, and he leaned in again, closing the gap between you. Your fingers dug into the pocket of his jacket, not wanting to touch him yet. The feeling of butterflies couldn't even begin to describe what you felt.

A small, wordless sigh escaped your lips, indicating your need for air. He pulled back, and you both looked at each other with reddened lips. "How did you like your first kiss?"

"That wasn't my first kiss!" You protested.

"I feel bad for whoever was your first."

"Min Ho!"

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GUESS WHOS BACK FROM A 3 MONTH HIATUS

Dating sucks and real men will make you wish you never learned how to read and write

Hopefully i’ll start writing more regularly now because i want to be able to make a master list soon.

More Min Ho fics are in the works i would never leave you guys hanging again ❤️❤️❤️

i also made a wattpad account if you want an extra read

Wattpad - @shellingtons_bae

Current fic is a shes the man inspired various blue lock x reader fic

Im plotting out a 10 things i hate about you fic with chifuyu x reader based on bianca and cameron. That will come out soon hopefully

They’re definitely not my best work and i wrote them to try and not get out of the habit of writing for my own enjoyment. Dont let your boyfriend tell you what to do or what makes you happy ❤️

Check it out if you want !

Min Ho x reader

No pronouns just you is used, friends to lovers

Another stressful week at attending KISS finally passed with practically your whole life revolving fully around the school. You decided you needed a hobby to take the stress off the heavy workflow. After asking one of your friends, Q, about fun activities that could help with stress and take your mind off of school he started gushing about his outdoor club and hiking saying, “joinmyclubandyourelifewillchangeinwaysyouneverthoughtof!” Or at least that's what you thought he said.

Getting up from your bed you grabbed some clothing you had picked out the night before on your chair and went to the bathroom to get ready not wanting your roommate's new boyfriend to see you changing, again.

Finishing in the bathroom you finished your morning routine and put the athletic clothing on. A light smile to your face looking at it remembering what Min Ho had told you when you went shopping.

Another gasp escaped his throat. At this point, you thought he was just trying to not go back to his dorm room. “What it that y/n! You look like a smurf who got drowned in hair dye! Do you have anything good in there?” His voice was harsh but laced with a teasing hint. You knew he didn't want you to look like, “a smurf who got drowned in tye die,” but it had been two hours of this and you think one of the employees is praying you two get hit by a truck on your way out from the pile of clothes you're going to leave.

He barged his way into the changing room and you gasped, “Hey, my bras on the floor-”

“So? Were friends aren't we?” He responded casually while digging around all the stores' clothes you had picked out for a hike. You scoffed and knew fighting wasn't going to work with him.

Min Ho dug around everything you pulled out scoffing and gasping at the endless amount of “worthless” clothes as he put it. “Wait here, you don't know what looks good on you.” He left as quickly as he entered and after two minutes of finding your bra and underwear hiding under the clothing you had been wearing he returned. “This. Then someone might notice you chon-nom.” He draped the top over your face and grabbed your hand to place the shorts on them. “And this jacket.” He grabbed one of the jackets and handed it to you again. The top on your face slowly fell off your face to reveal your face with an arched brow. Min Ho mimicked the face with crossed arms jokingly. “What?”

“Leave.”

“Why.”

“Because I'm getting changed.”

“That's not an excuse y/n.”

In the end, you had bought the outfit and it honestly was better than anything you could have picked out, but you would never let him know that. You looked in the mirror cupping your butt in the tight fabric of your shorts in your hands with a worried look. You did lightly regret letting him pick the shorts even asking if there were pants but he just said they were, “out of the stalk.”

Leaving the bathroom with the jacket placed around your waist you quickly said goodbye to her and her boyfriend of the week.

“Hey, Q!” You waved, lightly jogging to him and doing some warm-up stretches in the grass.

“Y/n!” He smiled with a small wave back. “Don't waste all your energy yet,” he teased.

“I would never.”

The trail was honestly beautiful, you had never seen anything like it. The clouds might have still been in the sky with the blue sky peeking out and a light mist covering the mountain path but it only added to the comfort of the walk. You stopped to look at the view of the school and took an inhale, your senses overflowing. The smell of the old bark of the trees with some water slowly dripping down its leaves, the still wet dirt that had a hint of mushiness but you still wouldn't call it mud, the smell of fog and damp grass. Your school work and family life had disappeared in the environment. Q was right when he told you it could change your life.

“Hey y/n, keep up” He turned back to look at you but a small smile stretched on his lips. “You like the view?”

“Is it always like this?” You turned to ask him.

“Most of the time. You never really get used to it.” He turned to look back at the city and his shoulders untensed.

“We should do this more.” You made your way over to him but a light scream from you made Q’s eye widen when he saw you take a step back and your footing get loose when a small animal ran past your legs.

“Y/n!” He tried to reach out for you but your body hit the floor and you muffled out another scream when your body rolled a few times. Luckily you were able to stop yourself from falling down the hill anymore but your body with filled with scratches and bruises. Some blood coated your arms and you winced bringing up your hands to look at them. They shook with cuts on the palm and fingers.

“Y/n! Are you alright!” He ran over to you and immediately grabbed you by the arm hoisting you up and over his shoulder. “Shit.”

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You brought your arms to his shoulders to lightly slap him. “Let’s continue the hike.”

“What? No. You got hurt.”

“No, I'm fine. Just a little cut.”

“A little?” His voice got harsh and he repositioned you on his back. “We’re going back to my place. You can't keep walking you’ll open more wounds.”

“Q, I'm fine!”

“You're going to have to amputate your leg!”

“I’m fine!” You slapped his shoulder again. The two of you slowly made your way down the hill wobbling from side to side at times. You both got to his side of the dorm and he got out his key.

“Min Ho’s going to kill me,” he muttered under his breath almost going unnoticed by you. He finally opened the door and closed it, walking over and setting you down on the couch.

“Stay here, I’ll get the med kit,” Q tells you leaving for the bathroom.

“You have a med kit?” You ask laughing. You slowly relax on the couch and feel your body melt into the cushions until a loud voice interrupts you.

“WHAT! YOU LET WHAT HAPPEN TO HER?!” Min Ho’s voice echoed through the living room not even for a second before Q fought back.

“She’s not a kid Min Ho! She just fell!”

“And you didn't catch her?!”

“She was a few feet away!”

“You shouldn't have let her go with you in the first place!”

More incoherent yells left the bathroom until you hear Q barge the door open and throw the first aid kit at Min Ho’s chest. He didn't look at you as he stomped down to the front door opening and slamming it. The apartment was quiet as you sat on the couch. Min Ho’s sigh caught you off guard and you whip around to see him a few feet behind you.

“What happened?” You ask with a meek voice not wanting to sour the mood more.

“Don't worry about it,” he spat before widening his eyes. “Bastard.” He cupped your face and rubbed light circles on your cheek with his thumb. His eyes scanned your features and some of the cuts on them, his eyes darting to your lips before he stood up stiffly. “Let's go to my room.”

“What?”

“You. Me. My room.” He turned around a hand on the doorknob of his room. “Come here.”

You stay still looking at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he laughs. “Now, come here, idiot.” He enters his room and looks at you like a kicked puppy.

You sigh getting up trying not to wince at the pain shooting through your legs. He dramatically sighed and placed a hand on his hip, watching you patiently. “I'm not waiting here all day,” he groaned.

Your head snapped up to meet his annoyed face with an equally mad one. You couldn't help but slowly relax your face and bite your lip trying not to smile at him.

Finally walking over to him he places a hand on your shoulder but quickly takes it off when you flinch from his touch. Silently cursing yourself you look at him with apologetic eyes and he slowly places a delicate hand back on your shoulder guiding you to his bed.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed as he kneels down face to face with your scratted legs. He opens the med kit and puts some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab. Gently grabbing your ankle with the pads of his fingers treating you as if you were made of the finest china.

He places a cotton swab on a cut making sure to not hurt you but when you wince his grip on your ankle tightens.

“How could Q-” He grits, clenching his teeth.

“It’s not his fault it's mine.” You quickly cut him off not liking wanting him to fight with his friend any longer.

“But you still!” He groaned and dragged a hand down his face not wanting to get mad at you or his friend.

“Just please let it go Min Ho. It’s my fault.” You say regretfully and place your hand on his cheek almost like a lover more than a friend. It almost feels like he leans into your touch but you immediately finch it back and grab your hand.

His eyes almost look sad before he scoffs. “Don’t go treating me like a roach y/n.”

“R-right.” You curse yourself for stuttering in front of him. There's no reason to have your cheeks heat up at him. You’ve known him since the beginning of KISS. He’s helped you study, and pick beauty products, and skincare. You’ve laughed with him, cried, felt real emotions with him. He’s made your self-confidence skyrocket and almost made you a completely different person. A person you wanted to be. Min Ho was your best friend. Right?

He shook his head and went back to placing the rubbing alcohol swab back on your cuts. It was completely silent except for the rapid beats of your heart you prayed he couldn't hear.

He slowly leans up once he's done and you come face to face. Only now did you realize how close he was. The almost nonexistent pours along his noes. The smell of his perfect conditioner and cologne. The soft breath fanning across your cheeks would make you push away anyone if it wasn't him.

“Min-”

“Don’t,” he said barely audible. His eyes darted down to your lips but quickly shot up to your eyes. The both of you slowly leaned in your eyes fluttering close and your lips lightly puckering. Your senses were overloaded when you left the softest lips on you. Your hands remained on the sheets not wanting to grab him and you softly pushed back against him your lips relaxing into the warmth of his own. He released a low groan and pushed back regretfully wanting to cherish the moment longer.

“I thought you liked Madison,” you panted out from doing almost nothing.

“Why would I? She’s, not you.”

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I have brain rot of Min Ho and i’ve only found two fics so drop any Min Ho x reader fanfic ideas you want

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Got impatient waiting for Min Ho fan fiction so i made one in a minute

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No pronouns used

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Imagine trying to find some skin care products your friend recommended so you go to the nearest beauty shop by your dorm.

You walk in and look around for the skin care for a while staring at the link your friend sent you. Your gaze flickers from the photo of the cream back to the shelves wondering if it was even at this store. The workers asked you if you were alright but you nod and give them a smile saying you were fine.

After thirty minutes of loitering you decide to leave thinking you were unlucky in choosing the location. Before you could step out you feel a tight grip on your wrist and you turn back to see a handsome stranger in a white hoodie and some gray jeans. He seemingly glares at you looking you up and down and muttering words in Korean under his breath.

Before you could even understand what was happening he started dragging you throughout the store mumbling things under his breath like, “This can help with acne,” while placing seemingly random products in your basket. “Best treatment for blackheads and pores,” a nose strip gets placed in.

You protest trying to pull your wrist away and try to explain you won't be able to pay for the basket that seems like it could overflow if you keep walking with him. “Stop complaining. You're going to get wrinkles.” He grabbed an anti-aging cream this time and turned around to look you up and down again. You felt self-conscious under his gaze wondering if you should have tried harder with your outfit even if it was the weekend.

“Did you even try waking up in the morning?” He asked you with a tone that sounded like you woke up just to annoy him. You tried to hold back a scoff and discussed face at his words.

You can't even respond before he drags you to the cashier and looks at you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry, but I can't pay for it.” You apologize for looking at the two zeros after the $34. “It’s too expensive anyways. I’m sorry for wasting your ti-”

“Stop apologizing.” He scoffs, flipping out his card from his wallet. He doesn't bat an eye as he places it in the register.

“No-! You really don't have to do that. Let me repay you somehow.” You tell him but something in your gut told you to let him pay for it and run with all the skincare you had no idea how to use.

“Who said I wasn't going to let you repay me?” He replied with a snarky voice. The cashier placed the jars, tubes, small cardboard boxes, and any other products he bought for you in a bag.

“It could take a while but I can get you the money-”

“7:30 pm tomorrow at the new French restaurant. Don't be late.” He turns around and starts to leave the shop. “I’m Min Ho. You don’t need to be afraid to follow me on insta. I have that effect on people.” You can hear a cocky laugh leave his lips as the automatic glass door closes leaving you staring at his retreating feature.

Maybe you should go shopping for a cute outfit today as well.

just finished xo, kitty and am waiting for Min Ho fanfics

Edward!Malleus x Bella!Y/n

Y/n: You're impossibly fast, and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like--like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. ...How old are you?

Malleus: Seventeen.

Y/n: How long have you been seventeen?

Malleus: A while.

Y/n: I know what you are.

Malleus: Say it. Out loud. Say it!

Y/n: Vampire.

Malleus: Are you afraid?

Y/n: No.

Malleus: Then ask me the most basic question: what do we eat?

Y/n: You won't hurt me. (he takes your arm and leads you, walking fast) Where are we going?

Malleus: Up the mountain. Out of the cloud bank. You need to know what I look like in the sunlight.

(You fly with him. Sort of.)

Malleus: This is why we don't show ourselves in the sunlight. People would know that we're different. This is what I am.

(Malleus walks into a sunbeam and he ... sparkles?)

Y/n: It's like diamonds. You're beautiful.

Malleus: Beautiful? This is the skin of a killer, y/n. I'm a killer.

Y/n: I don't believe that.

Malleus: It's because you believe a lie. A camoflauge. I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could out run me. As if you could fight me off. (He shows off his powers.) I'm designed to kill.

Y/n: I don't care.

Malleus: I've killed people before.

Y/n: It doesn't matter.

Malleus: I wanted to kill you. I've never wanted a human's blood so much in my life.

Y/n: I trust you.

Malleus: Don't.

Y/n: I'm here. I trust vou.

Malleus: My family, we're different than others of our kind. We only hunt animals. We've learned to control our thirst. It's you. Your scent. It's like a drug to me. Like my own personal brand of heroin.

Y/n: Why did you hate me so much when we met?

Malleus: I did. Only for making me want you so badly. I still don't know if I can control myself.

Y/n: I know you can.

Malleus: I can't read your mind. You have to tell me what you're thinking.

Y/n: Now I'm afraid.

Malleus: Good.

Y/n: I'm not afraid of you, I'm only afraid of losing you. I feel like you're going to disappear.

Malleus: You don't know how long I've waited for you. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Y/n: What a stupid lamb.

Malleus: What a sick, masochistic lion.

(You proceed to lie in a meadow with him and stare at each other.)

Y/n: (voice over) About three things I was absolutely positive: first, Malleus was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that part might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.