MY HEARTTTTTTT LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH

MY HEARTTTTTTT😭😭 LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH

I can’t find your rules anywhere, so just ignore this if it breaks any of them or if it’s too specific, but I just had this thought…

Friends with benefits + mutual pining with Wriothesley :0

You don’t get to meet up too often because of your busy schedules, but when you do it’s more than worth the wait. You almost don’t want to leave his bed when it’s over, but you’re too scared to stay, and he wordlessly let’s you leave even though he wants nothing more than to pull you back down and never let you go.

Love is a scary thing, after all, so you both dance around the subject for months.

But one day he finally caves in and decides that enough is enough, so when you prepare to leave he wraps his arms around you and quietly whispers, “stay.”

Nothing more needs to be said. You both catch the underlying meaning behind his words, and you’re finally ready to accept all that entails :,))

16+ !! Suggestive content !!

I AM BARKIFNAJKSDAJKSNSA HOLOY SHITTTT AJKWDBNJKASNJAKSDN my god. friends w benefits to lovers. mutual pining. mY GOD THOSE ARE TWO OF MY FAVORITE TROPES 😭😭😭😭😭😭 im sCREAMIFNAKSJDNAKJSDSAJK

「 CWS : 」 fair warning the concept alludes to sex and has mentions of sex, but nothing is, like, explicit. It's just used as plot points and as a device more than anything. That being said, if uncomfy, don't read ♡

like MAN the first time you both fall into bed together, it's after a party that, for the sake of keeping up appearances and keeping your jobs, required attendance. Neither of you were particularly happy to be there, and as fellow wallflowers you hit it off as you hid from the crowd on a balcony together. Then, after a few flutes of overpriced champagne, a quick reassurance from you that you could definitely fuck in one of the rooms of this mansion without getting caught, the rest of the night was history.

It started out normally, at first— every now and then one of you would contact the other after a stressful day, and you would either fuck in his place or yours, then leave before midnight. No lingering kisses, no sparks of possessiveness. Not at first. Not until you appear at Wriothesley's doorstep, looking tired, disheveled and sad. You ask for him to fuck you out of whatever slump you're feeling but it doesn't feel right to him. So instead of fucking you into his mattress, he's instead making you a meal out of whatever he can find in his pantry and offering a willing ear over a few glasses of wine. He learns a lot about you that night— about what you like, what you dislike. The feelings that you play close to your chest that hardly anyone ever sees. He even learns about your laugh, and how stunning you look when you smile like that. He learns something about himself too— that just sex with you might not be enough for him anymore.

You seem like you learn something about him, too. When you both grow quiet after talking and sharing together, laying your hearts out for the other to see, there's a newfound tension between you too. At one point, he come close, lips near hovering over yours, ready to give you a kiss more gentle and yet more meaningful than all the kisses before—

then one of the wine glasses tumble to the floor, and you giggle and you're tipsy and you're looking anywhere but at Wriothesley and he backs off, also so so so confused about what will happen now. Now that he wants something more. That night, you take his bed and he stays out on the sofa, thoughts too muddled by everything that just occurred to get any proper sleep. Unbeknownst to him, you don't get any rest that night either.

Things change. A little. Neither of you talk about That Night. Neither of you address the almost-kiss that would have definitely meant more than just this casual fucking. You're both confused, scared of the feelings that grow like wildflowers and vines, begging to be let out. Neither of you talk about it though, too scared to make the first move and ruin a good thing because of selfishness. But neither of you can stay away from each other— even despite busy schedules and hectic work, you manage to meet each other and have some of the most mind-blowing sex. It usually happens at his place, now, despite it being where That Night took place. You become a fixture in his home on nights when you're both available, taking up space in his bed but never staying too long.

Each time you slip out from under the covers, pulling your clothes on, blowing him a kiss that you can both tell is becoming more and more strained before you dart out the door, too fast for his racing heart to catch up with. You don't give yourself enough time to think about what would happen if you just stayed. If you buried yourself under the sheets and against Wriothesley and just let yourself be vulnerable, hoping that things fall into place the way you wish they would.

Wriothesley lets you walk out each time, all too aware of the conflict that paints your face. He's feeling the same thing too, after all. You struggle to move, to get out of there before you do anything dumb, Wriothesley struggles to hold still, to not take your hand in his and press the softest kisses on your arm, up to your face and to just hold you like he's been wanting to for months. His heart aches when he hears the frantic rustle of your clothes being practically thrown on, wishing that he could just bridge the gap and ask you to stay.

But it's too much one day. You slip out of the sheets like you always do, on foot on the floor, the other still tangled in the blankets, forcing yourself to move move move because if you stop for just a second you know that you'll never want to leave. But you look so sad to leave. All too much like That Night that started all of this. And his heart aches for a different reason than usual and before he can even think (because he knows that he'll never forgive himself if you leave looking like you're just going to spiral in your own thoughts when you get back to yours) he wraps a hand around your upper arm, pulling your back against his chest and holding you close—

so close, you can feel how his heartbeat hammers against his ribcage. You can feel his breath against the back of your neck and how his breath hitches as he prepares to speak, arms coming up to hold you closer, finally letting himself hold you close like he's been wanting to for months.

"Stay," he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. It's just one word, but it falls so heavily in the silence. Months and months and months of this back and force dance of longing and pining finally being put to an end. He lays his heart out on the table— whatever happens next is all up to you.

You tug slightly on the arms holding you so tightly to him and as he loosens his grip you turn, draping your arms around his shoulders and holding him close and oh his heart skips a beat in his chest because he feels so much for you. So much that he cannot put it into words that is in any way close to the love and affection and the fondness that he feels for you.

So instead he holds you close, one arm around your back, hugging you to his chest. The other grabs the edge of his blanket to drape over your forms when he lays you both down, skin to skin and heart to heart. He holds you against him under the blankets while you doze off in his arms, content and happy. And the rest is history.

Can you tell. Can you tell how much I absolutely love this trope.

— IF HE LIKES ME, TAKES ME HOME

RECEIVERS。oda sakunosuke x fem!reader

WISHCARD。Is this a consequence of a craving? His words, his touches. The only man who treated you the best — you wanted more. He completed a wound and you wished to heal it. 

BOUQUET。angst, mild fluff, daddy issues, very suggestive, age gap (oda in 30’s, reader in early 20’s), ooc!oda, dubcon, immaturity

PRICE。approx 2.4k words

FREEGIFT。put me in a movie - lana del rey

“Odasaku?”

The night was heavy with stormy rain. The taller man seemed to be taken aback when you opened the door — especially with you just wearing a nightgown. As soon as you saw him through the small gap between the door, the cautious feeling in you disappeared almost immediately. It was already almost midnight and you were already prepared to go to sleep. However, your plan was disrupted when someone knocked on the door — you did not know it was Oda until you heard his deep voice from the other side.

“Oh.. Oh, you’re preparing to sleep…” Oda averted his gaze from you, rubbing the back of his neck. 

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Hello!! Thank you so much for writing for Tsurune, bc no one else seems to :( could you please write some Shuu and/or Seiya angst with a happy ending?

Tsurune is definitely one of those underrated shows that I wish got more attention than it did. Maybe the movie that’s coming out will help give these boys the attention they deserve? I hope y’all enjoy this - although I’m not the best at writing angst. ♡

Shuu Fujiwara

“Just please go back to being my best friend, not the guy I confessed my love to.”

It hurt to say that — so much. The kind of hurt where you could feel your throat burn, and the brim of your eyes fill with tears that you struggle to hold back.

It hurt to know that Shuu possibly, most likely, didn't share the same feelings that you did for him. It hurt not speaking to him for days after your confession, avoiding each other like the plague and darting your eyes away in embarrassment.

But above that, the thought of losing him as your closest friend hurt even more.

You’d finally caught him alone, mustering up enough courage to finally speak to him. Someone that used to be your confidant now the source of your nervousness, and ever present flutter in the pit of your stomach making your words shake more than you’d like.

Going from talking seemingly day in and day out about any and everything, to going radio silent and cold was something that you would have never expected. But you figured that if you could go back, or at least try to, then it would be worth putting your feelings on the back burner as you’d always done.

Shuu as your friend meant more to you than your own heart.

“I can’t lose you as a friend, Shuu.”

You hated how small you felt in front if him, how you couldn’t even glance up to look him in the eyes.

You especially hated how even in this moment when all of your nerves were unraveling, he somehow - like always, had this calm unbothered air about him. Like the ocean of emotions you were feeling in that moment were just like ripples in a pond to him.

It hurt, and quite frankly, it was starting to piss you off.

“You really are an asshole, huh Shuu?” You let out a bitter laugh, your hand raising to rub away at the tears that threatened to fall.

“You never gave me the chance to respond.”

“What?”

You looked up at him just as he leaned in closer to meet your eye level.

And there was that look. The one in his eyes that you live sworn you’ve seen more than once when you catch him subtly staring at you. The look you pick up on when you manage to get a genuine smile out of the typically stoic Prince that stood before you.

It was the same look you wished you saw the day you confessed to him. The same one you missed during the days you made it a point to avoid him.

It gave you butterflies, and your heart soar until Shuu’s next words met your ears.

“I can’t just go back to being your best friend, [y/n].”

But before your heart could break fully, he followed up with the only words that could completely heal it.

“Because I like you, too.”

Seiya Takehaya

“You’re my friend, but sometimes I really wish you could be more than that.”

And sometimes you really, really wished that you could take back words as soon as you said them. Or maybe, you would start to think before you said anything at all.

The look Seiya shot over to you mid laugh when his mind finally processed what you said, told you everything you needed to know.

He hated the idea of it. He had to.

“I was kidding!” You force a smile, “I’m more than happy with us just being friends Sei, not like I’m in love with you or anything.” Your words trailed off at the end more than you would’ve like them to, your mind performing mental gymnastics as you fumbled for more things to say to end this awkward situation.

He turned his head back to the text and notebooks that were laid out in front of the two of you, snacks and empty juice bottles laying forgotten at the edge of the time, marking the time you two have spent studying this nice so far.

This was probably going to be the last study date that you and Seiya would ever had. Out of all the things you could’ve said - all the times you could’ve waited to confess to him.

Your heart began to race, and the corner of your eyes prickled with the first warning signs of tears but you willed them away, forcing out another laugh.

“I guess I should probably get going then?” You glanced over at Seiya, passed his face still gazing down at the textbooks, to his alarm clock that sat on his bedside table. “I didn’t realize it was so late, maybe that’s why I’m saying crazy things now, huh?”

Sometimes you really wished you’d know when to shut up, but Seiya’s silence, the rushing sound of your heartbeat in your ears, and the way you felt like bursting into tears left you no other choice but to keep rambling.

It was either that, or cry.

“You know Seiya, we’ve been friends for so long. Since when? Like middle school? And I have no idea what I’d do if I lost you as a friend, so don’t look into what I said too much-“

“Me too.”

“You what?”

Seiya, who had been looking over at you since you started your nervous ramble, smiled. The smile that would always make your heart skip a beat.

“I wish I could be more than a friend to you, too.” He wiped away a stray tear that managed to escape the corner of your eye.

“More than you know, [y/n].”

College AU with Bad Boy Wriothesley as your boyfriend who picks you up from your classes in his big expensive bike that has all the other students milling about shooting intrigued and intimidated (and impressed) glances at.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who leans against his bike while he waits for you, all intimidating from his full-black outfit, the scars and the spiky hair, but who immediately breaks out into a smile when he sees you coming towards him.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who brings fried chicken and boba and stays with you whenever you have to stay late at the library to study or to do your work. He even gives you his leather jacket so that you don't get cold because of the AC.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who carries all those big books from the library plus your bag, despite your protests. When you insist that he lets you carry some of it, instead he transfers all of the things to just one hand so he can hold your hand while you walk.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who buys you a leather jacket that matches his so that you're protected and warm whenever he takes you out for late-night bike rides.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who brings you out for a late-night ride on the road that runs along the shoreline, so you can admire the way the moon glitters on the waves.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who feels his heart swell by three sizes when he feels you melt against his back, feels your breath against him and how your arms squeeze tighter around his middle like you're giving him a warm hug.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who vows to do this again with you, as many times as you'd like, as long as you keep holding him like this.

you play that game too, huh?”

nagi looked above from his seat on the stairs and saw you, one level above, staring down at him gaming. he nods and pauses it.

“heh sorry, i was going to dump my trash down the rubbish chute and heard the loading music...”

ah, it must’ve been when i forgot to turn the volume down and accidentally blasted the audio.. he thinks to himself.

then, nagi stands up, stretches and was about to walk back into his apartment when you shouted for him to wait as you bolted down the flight stairs. despite you telling him to wait, he continues to walk off but stops when he hears the familiar loading theme. nagi turns around only to see your phone screen right in front of his face.

(gamer tag), level 247. “check them out!” you exclaimed cheekily. where did nagi see this username and avatar? and why did it look so familiar? it was only after you switched to the rankings page did he realise something. you were the one who was constantly on his tail on the leaderboard fighting for first place.

𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

pairing :: dottore x (ghost) reader

part 2

rumour has it that a student’s soul who had died on campus at the time lingers there forever. sages and students alike have seen them. the spirit had h/c hair with glowing eyes and an unfriendly gaze, and often seen in the sumeru akademiya kshahrewar uniform looking neat and tidy.

their appearance was so realistic that if it wasn’t for their see-through appearance, people would mistake her for a living student. however, actually getting a glimpse of them was a more rare occurrence than hearing them.

students and sages claimed to have heard things being whispered to them when no one else was there. were they about how she died? or were they just trying to help with whatever work others had? no one really knows, for the whispers were mostly inaudible.

their name?

y/n l/n.

and there he was, rummaging through the restricted section of the akademiya library.  zandik flipped through the pages of a book, desperately trying to find information he could use for his research on mechanical lifeforms. unable to find it, he circled moved on to the next.

that was when he heard it, a soft whisper in his ear. “such interesting research you’re doing, zandik.”

he turned around, expecting to see someone but he saw no one. he shrugged it off, thinking that it was just his imagination until he remembered what he had overheard the other students talk about yesterday.

what was it again? ah, yes. the famous spirit of the akademiya. however, zandik wasn’t one to believe in ghosts. at least, he thought he didn’t believe in them. his imagination began to run wild. could that have been them? the y/n l/n? there’s no way ghosts exist, right?

“who’s there?” he questioned. nothing. zandik was about to ask again but the whisper came back.

“you don’t know? looks like i expected too much of you…” they whined, voice muffled. zandik could feel the air around him turn sad but it soon became lively again. “anyway, your work looks interesting!”

he blinked and muttered a quick ‘thanks’. he thought it was strange, if he really did meet a ghost, why would it talk to someone like him? besides, weren’t they supposed to scare others? zandik blinked. he was still confused but continued with his research, a little more seriously now. he wondered how they had known his name. hearing their humming getting further away, he spoke up.

“how do you know my name?” his hands started to feel sweaty, and the humming stopped. the spirit let out a small giggle and answered the questioned proposed to them.

“are you for real? your name is very well known around the akademiya…” you stopped talking and hovered around the shelves. pink dusted zandik’s cheeks, and he wondered why he had asked such a silly question. soon, another round of humming started up. you let your fingers linger over some books.

he started to get restless. your humming wasn't horrible, it was just that he was trying to get as much information from the restricted section he could without getting caught. not being able to ignore you any longer, he decided to start a conversation with the ghost.

 "so….l/n" he started, "if you really are real, you're going to need to do more than whisper in my ear to convince me." zandik gulped as he felt the air turning heavy. he could not tell where the ghost was, for you were invisible.

 “of course i am!" you pouted, "and please, call me y/n." you floated behind him and materialised― eyes boring into his, hands behind your back. he saw you, standing on the ground in the akademiya uniform and kshahrewar beret. zandik was convinced that you are real. "does this make you believe?" he nodded and proposed yet another question and the air turned heavy once more.

“why are you still here?”

“because i can’t cross over.” suddenly, an idea popped into your mind. “let’s make a deal.” you had piqued his interest and it was evident in the way his eyes shined. 

smirking, you disappeared, only to re-materialise next to him. “i help you with your research and you help me find a way to cross over to the other side. as a former kshahrewar dastur and someone who has been in the akademiya for many years before you, i will be a lot of use to you.”

zandik roared with laughter. he accepts your deal and makes a final decision mentally. he would achieve his goals and find a way to bring you back to life.

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