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oranges [1] (Omega!Kirishima Eijirou X Fem!Alpha!Reader)

A/N: okay so i finally got to starting this series HAHAH it was surprisingly difficult to do since i’ve never written (or really even read much of) Alpha!Readers before so i hope i can do this idea justice with future instalments HAHAH if this flops terribly then i’ll just… pretend this whole idea never happened :P 

PART 2

No. of words: 1220

Oranges were your favourite fruit, they always have been and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life.

There was just something about them, how they were sweet but also sour enough to make you pucker your lips every time you took a bite; how they were fun to peel and blessed by mother nature to be pre-sliced and other stupid little things like that and how… most importantly, he…

“…smell like oranges.”

Bright red eyes peered at you curiously, chubby face framed by black hair that was getting a little too long. He would probably get it cut soon, your elementary school didn’t allow male students to have long hairstyles, after all.

“Huh?”

“You smell like oranges,” you repeated, scooting closer to him, sniffing fervently at his neck. He smelled sweet and tangy—just like the fruit—but yet his scent was soft and gentle on your nose at the same time.

Kirishima Eijirou felt his face heat up as he slapped his hand over his scent gland. Relentless, you nudged the tip of your nose against his fingers, trying your best to get another whiff of him.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Kirishima obasan laughed, gently pulling you away from her flustered son. “You’re embarrassing him! Why don’t you go on home, hmm? It’s getting late. You can come back tomorrow—”

“N-no!” the boy exclaimed, reaching out to grab your hands before his mother could lift you to your feet. The woman raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smirk on her face. “(Y/N)-chan can stay a little longer?”

“Of course she can.”

As soon as she let go of you, Kirishima mustered all the strength he could in his tiny arms to pull you close to him. You let out a soft yelp when your body collided straight into his, feeling your heart thump louder in your chest when he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His nose nudged your own scent gland and his mother laughed.

You placed another orange wedge in between your teeth, your eyes glued onto the scene playing out across the classroom. You bit into the fresh fruit, cringing when it tasted more bitter than sweet—it was strange since none of the previous pieces from the same orange tasted this way… Perhaps it wasn’t the fruit.

Kirishima laughed loudly, leaning in closer towards his new friend who frankly looked like he couldn’t care less about the red-haired boy beside him—in fact, he looked pretty annoyed—and yet, he didn’t bother to leave.

You clicked your tongue before you shoved another wedge into your mouth, chewing on it furiously as you felt a growl burn in the base of your throat. You couldn’t blame Kirishima for wanting to spend more time with an Alpha like Bakugou Katsuki—especially after he placed third in yesterday’s Quirk Apprehension Test.

If you were an Omega, you would’ve preferred to spend time with the fiery blond, too, but yet you couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of indignance and jeal—

“Man, you’re so cool, Bakugou!” Kirishima said excitedly, his loud voice heard loud and clear even though he was on the other end of the room. “We should train together sometime! What’d you say?”

“Whatever, shitty hair.”

“Yay!” He slung an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders, leaning into him in a way that made your stomach drop.

You bit your tongue, feeling yourself slowly lose appetite as you pushed away the remains of your snack. You rested your chin on the table, feeling light goosebumps all over your body as your scent gland automatically released pheromones into the air. You shut your eyes and willed it to stop, not wanting to distress anyone else in class—especially not your Ome—

You scoffed at yourself. He wasn’t yours.

“Stay away!” you barked at the older students who merely rolled their eyes at your warning, creeping closer towards you and the boy you were shielding. “I-I’ll use my Quirk if you don’t go away!”

“Eh?” the leader of the bunch raised an eyebrow. “You mean your super evil Quirk? Go ahead and use it then, future Hero.”

“Don’t, (Y/N)-chan.” Kirishima tugged at your sleeve, gritting his teeth. You noticed only one half of his face was hardened and that his hands were trembling.

Instinctually, you were conflicted.

Listen to boy whom you’d carry the world for or follow your gut.

The recently-discovered Alpha within you growled. They were gonna hurt him! You heard what they said during class about male Omegas; saw the way they sneered at Kirishima and heard them called him mean names.

The boys took a step closer. The hand clutching your shirt tightened.

Fuck!

You shut your eyes.

“(L/N)-san!” a semi-familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up straight and smiled politely when you realised it was Midoriya Izuku, one of your new classmates. He seemed nice enough, kinda weird, but nice.

“What’s up?” you asked, feeling your body tense up when you noticed some curious eyes looking your way.

“Can I ask you some stuff about your Quirk?” he bounced on the balls of his feet. It was then you saw the notebook and pencil in his hands. “I watched you use it yesterday during the test and I—I mean! I wasn’t being creepy! I just think it’s so cool! And I was wondering if you can tell me more about it? Please!”

“O-of course,” you replied, stumbling over your words. Never before had someone expressed such a pure interest in your Quirk before so, needless to say, it was slightly overwhelming. “Ask me anything.”

Midoriya’s eyes sparkled.

Yuurei was hard to control, the Black Ghost partially having a mind of its own every time you took over. You knew that if you didn’t focus enough, you’d end up hurting the bullies a lot more than you wanted to; but if there was one thing you loved about your Ghost, it’s that it loves you.

Falling to your knees, you clamped your palms over your eyes, chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing. You’d deactivated your Quirk and had returned to your own body—you could tell from the way everything felt real again. You were afraid of opening your eyes—the last time you opened them immediately and the sudden brightness of the world rendered you blind for almost a full day.

Gentle hands touched your shoulders. You could smell oranges.

“Are you okay?” Kirishima asked, voice strained.

“Did I hurt them?”

“No, no,” the Omega nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, inadvertently smudging his tears onto your skin. “They ran away after seeing Yuurei, you didn’t hurt them.”

You sighed, all tension in your shoulders melting away as you slumped forward. You held your hand behind Kirishima’s neck, pulling him closer.

“Are you okay? Did they do anything?” You buried your nose into his soft dark hair. You smiled; he smelled like oranges.

Kirishima shook his head, a faint purr slipping past his lips.

Was he trying to comfort you? You weren’t sure but… it was such a lovely sound, and you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your life.

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I have recently started a new job and I will not be paid until the end of February. The local council want my house because I have an "extra room" and they can't make me move out because I'm disabled. So now they're being unreasonable even though I've explained my rent situation will soon be fixable.

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TELEGRAPH AVE [smau] || masterlist

>> from the moment she’d met him, matsukawa issei had done nothing but make her life a living hell. years of annoying her on a daily basis for the sake of his own entertainment. it’s like there’s no escaping him, even in college. her only saving grace is his best friend – her best friend – who’s stuck in the middle. so after years of watching them fight, makki’s got a plan. a really bad plan. but what happens when they realize they’ve all been hiding something – something that could change the dynamic of the entire group? << 

pairing : matsukawa issei x f!reader x hanamaki takahiro [poly au]

genres : college!au, crack!au, humor, fluff, will def end up being nsfw at some point, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers

warnings : nsfw language and eventually content, marijuana and alchohol, an unprecedented amount of swearing on this blog, the inside of my mind is a chaotic place so i apologize in advance

a/n : this au idea came to me in a fever dream and refuses to back off so here we go 

status : ongoing

start date : [11/23/2020]

update schedule : MWF [twice per day]

taglist : [closed]

masterlist

>> playlist <<

intros pt. 1 || intros pt. 2

[1] shut up bitch basket

[2] i hate it here

[3] no fighting

[4] coexisting peacefully??

[5] please tell me it’s taco tuesday

[6] this mf

[7] matsukawa issei to the rescue???

[8] keep lying to yourself

[9] im trapped

[10] that’s clingy makki for you

[11] was it that bitch kindaichi

[12] right,,, haha anyways

[13] mind your business, rat

[14] kick his ass babe

[15] i think we need to talk

[16] like how horses get???

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars’s new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷masterlist 

based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

taglist: @lilixeu @moonlit-lixie @meow-minho @etherealeeknow @iwanttobangchan @bobateastay @kpopssuregi @twnklbb @cuokka @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms​

please don’t interact with this post if you are under the age of 18! 

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A Hard Day’s Night - One

Masterlist

Summary: After graduation from the FBI Academy, all new agents go through a year of New Agent Training before becoming official agents of the bureau. By some stroke of luck, you get assigned to complete your training with the department you’ve always wanted to join– the Behavioral Analysis Unit. You signed up for a year of profiling, case work, and catching serial killers, but you’re in for more than you could ever dream of…

Chapter Summary: As the newest and youngest member of the BAU, you’re always looking to prove yourself. The perfect opportunity arises when Hotch asks you to come along to interview a prolific serial killer. Unfortunately, the interview doesn’t quite go as planned…

(A/N: Hello hello! I am beyond pleased to bring you the first chapter in this series! Our twelve-chapter journey begins during the events of season 3, episode 14: “Damaged” and continues from there. Look forward to long chapters, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, found family, bed-sharing, domestic fluff, and even some sexual content 👀. But this is just the beginning, so I hope you all enjoy the ride!)

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

“A Hard Day’s Night”

You love a good work rhythm. There’s something so satisfying about finding the right music to play, finally sitting in the right position, and then letting the motivation just flow into productivity. 

So you were pretty happy, seated in your place at the round table (you didn’t have a desk), your headphones playing the perfect playlist and your fingers typing up a consultation for a sheriff out in Albuquerque. 

Well, it wasn’t an official consultation. Just a practice consultation. Kind of. 

As a NAT assigned to the BAU for a year of field experience prior to being assigned an official position in the Bureau, you weren’t quite sure how much your work actually impacted the work of the unit. The consultation request was real, but any paperwork you filled out had to go through one of the full-fledged BAU profilers before being sent off to whichever local law enforcement had asked for help. 

In your first few weeks, you were grateful for the extra step between you and the case consultations. Morgan, Prentiss, or Reid would catch the little mistakes in your profiles, usually bringing the case back and helping you figure out how to correct the errors. After almost four months, the mistakes were becoming fewer and further between. Only on the really difficult ones would they have to circle back and help you work through it. Most of the time your paperwork would pass over their desks with a once-over and a nod. 

So far, the Albuquerque case seemed fairly cut and dry. The case showed all the indicators of a sexual sadist. You were relaying the information accordingly when a tap on your shoulder startled you out of your focus. 

You quickly pulled one of the earbuds out, swiveling around in your chair to see Penelope Garcia. 

“Sorry to interrupt, lovie dove,” She smiled apologetically, “But I just heard some good news and I knew I needed to pass it along.” 

With her bright colors and even brighter smile, she’d made you feel welcomed and loved from your very first day with the BAU. You were forever grateful, considering how terrified you’d been. 

You were young, and though every professor and supervisory agent had assured you of your intellectual and professional capabilities, actually facing the work of the famous Behavioral Analysis Unit wasn’t something you could ever feel prepared for. But the cheerful technical analyst had connected with you and taken you under her wing, and the others had followed suit. 

“It’s okay,” You smiled, taking out the other earbud and giving her your full attention. “What’s up?”

“Well, the beautiful city of Atlanta just got two new residents– Jack and Katie Reese.” 

“Jack and Katie–?” You furrowed your brow, trying to understand, before it clicked. “Oh! Jack and Lindsey!” 

Garcia nodded. “All settled into a new neighborhood where, hopefully, things will be better for them.” 

Lindsey Vaughn and Katie Owen were two teenage girls kidnapped in Chula Vista, California a few weeks earlier by a gang of boys led by an incredibly troubled drop-out from Lindsey and Katie’s high school. They killed Katie before the BAU even joined the case, and Lindsey’s father Jack turned out to be a former member of the Irish mob out of Boston, his witness protection status adding an extra layer of complication to the case. 

You stepped up for that case in a way you hadn’t been able to before. Being not too far out of your teenage years, you understood Katie and Lindsey’s behavior and dynamic and the team needed your help more than ever. Katie’s murder hit close to your heart, but Lindsey made it out alive. 

And now she could start over. You hoped she would be able to find safety and happiness in Atlanta. She deserved some security and stability. 

“Oh, that’s great.” You grinned. “And she’s using Katie’s name. That’s…I mean it’s an interesting coping mechanism, but I’m glad to hear it.” 

“She wouldn’t have gotten there without you, mon petit cheri, I hope you realize that.” 

You shook your head, cheeks heating up at the praise as you looked down at the floor.

“No, look at me you little goober,” Garcia squished your cheeks between her hands, making you look up at her. “You were instrumental in finding her before it was too late. You saved her. You did that. We don’t have days like that all the time around here. Hold onto it. Be proud of it. Own that stuff, baby!” 

She let go of your face, doing a little shimmy as if to demonstrate “owning” it. You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling gratefully at her. 

“Thanks, Garcia.” 

“Seriously darling, keep working cases like that and Reid might have competition for his title as resident genius.” 

“Oh, please,” You rolled your eyes, waving her away, “Now you’re just making stuff up.” 

“I don’t know…even Hotch looked impressed after we got back. Do you know how hard it is for him to look like anything?” 

As much as you wished it didn’t, your stomach fluttered at the revelation. 

While most of the team had eagerly adopted you as their kid-sister, one member remained distant and inscrutable– Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. 

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House of Hope

Pairing: OT7 x Reader, OT7 x OT7

Details: hybrid!bts, a/b/o dynamics, asexual!reader

Summary: Your best friend offers you a job as a caregiver for seven hybrids.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts.

[currently posting!]

Part 1

Prologue: got it

Chapter 1: let’s go to the mall

Chapter 2: driver’s license

Chapter 3: scenting

Chapter 3.5: that’s my ego (Namjoon POV)

Chapter 4: what’s a rut-partner?

Chapter 5: pre-rut

Chapter 6: grooming

Chapter 7: potential mate

Chapter 8: daisy chains and drunkards

Chapter 9: hybrid flu

Chapter 10: touch

Chapter 11: a death in the family

Chapter 12: dissociating in Daegu

Chapter 13: inheritance…

tbc…

Act On It

Summary: You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself.

A college, coffee shop, and vampire AU all in one!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, and anything in between

Word Count: 15,639

A/N: This is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written. I found this vampire!yoongi fic sitting in my WIPS back at the start of the year. I did my best to pick it up and rewrite the story into something interesting.

Hopefully you guys like it.

In your opinion, college is a fairly safe space. You go to classes, get along well with friends, enjoy sitting near the pond in the middle of your campus when the weather is nice. There are rarely any crimes—and when there are, it’s a stolen bike, a petty fight, or an…“attack”.

But! Attacks are rare.

Hell, sometimes they aren’t even acknowledged. Not everyone chooses to believe in folklore—that vampires are real and walking among us.

Some people are disbelievers because they’re too scared to give into the reality that every day they might be around someone who could pin them down and steal their blood in a split second. Others just…think it’s a hoax—the few and far between vampire attacks, that is.

“Those people just want attention. They can fake fang marks like that with special effects make-up.”

Society seems to be torn on their existence—just as some people refute the existence of ghosts or spirits, or even god and higher powers. You for one—well…you believe. At a younger age, in an event you’ll never forget—you had fallen off a swing at the park and gouged open your knee on the turf. In what seemed like a flash a shadow had appeared above you—a man looking to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. When you glanced up he had knelt down—his eyes meeting your curious and slightly frightened stare. His eyes were crimson, and it had seemed as if his irises were pulsing with….with…

“You need to be more careful,” he had told you, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily against his throat. He hadn’t bothered to help you up, instead stepping back— fingers trembling near his sides. “You can’t afford to get hurt around others if you keep smelling like that.”

And then he was gone. But despite his disappearance, his words stuck with you—lingered in the back of your mind for days—weeks, even.

What do I smell like? You had wondered, but had never bothered to search for the answer. Anytime you pondered potentially pricking your finger or making a harmless little cut, immediately those crimson eyes popped into your mind, and you found yourself weak at the knees—unable to follow through.

Years later, you’ve nearly forgotten about that man at the park—those deep red eyes and resounding words. You’re a college student—you’ve got papers to write, tests to take, applications to fill out—you don’t have time to worry about things such as ghosts, or higher powers, or vampires. As if. The only thing on your mind is class and the coffee you get every morning to help you through the day.

Also the cute, yet bored faced barista at the campus coffee shop you seem to face nearly 7 days a week, regardless of the time you leave to get your coffee. He’s charming in his own right—dark hair, styled a little lazily, and dressed in casual clothing that perfectly accentuates his body. He’s minimal effort good-looking, and you can’t believe how much you’re attracted to him sometimes.

“Morning,” you greet with a smile when you step up to the register, the line advancing forward. He doesn’t bother to look up, already hitting buttons on the screen in front of him and reaching to grab a cup to write your name on.

“Usual, right?” he asks in a low voice, sounding groggy, and you stare at the top of his head as he bends to grab a marker that had fallen on the floor.

“Tired?” you respond instead. He grunts.

“Long night.”

You hum in understanding as you watch him press the marker to the cup, however, instead of writing your name, with sloppy handwriting he ends up scribbling his own, and you break into a fit of giggles.

Cocking an eyebrow, the male glances up at you.

“Wow, suddenly our names are quite similar,” you say, pointing at the cup, and when he sees the permanent black Yoongi written he curses.

“Fuck, I’ll get you a new one–,” he begins apologetically, but you cut him off.

“No! It’s ok, it’s just a cup and you already know me, so it’s no big deal,” you laugh, smiling at him. He pauses.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just draw a little heart next to it to make it cute and I think I’ll be fine,” you tease, and while Yoongi rolls his eyes, he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his face.

“I make no promises with that heart. Go ahead and swipe your card.”

Nodding, you do, and once the charge goes through you walk to the other end of the counter to wait, knowing by now that Yoongi will simply take your receipt and throw it away, since neither of you want it.

As you wait for your drink to be made, you pull your phone out and scroll through your twitter feed, trying to catch up on all the latest news and gossip before you run off to class. However, your finger only manages to swipe upward a few times before there’s a gasp behind you, and you turn to find a girl staring in horror at her phone which has just landed face down on the tile floor.

“Oh no,” you say, highly sympathetic as you squat down and gently pick the phone up since she’s clearly too petrified to do it herself. You peek at it, tilting the screen your way, and the hiss that escapes your lips is enough to let the girl know that she’ll be needing a new phone sometime soon.

“Shit, the glass,” you mumble as you return the phone to her, managing to mirror her thankful, albeit disappointed smile. She says that she’ll clean the glass up since it was her fault, but you tell her that you’ve got it, and reach over to grab a napkin.

“Don’t touch it, Y/N. We’ll clean it up,” you hear Yoongi’s voice command from the background, almost warning you to not do anything stupid, but you wave him off. You’ll be fine, it’s just a little glass.

So, putting the napkin next to the tiny shards, you gently use the side of your hand to brush the pieces onto the napkin. In the background Yoongi calls your name to get your drink, and then immediately sighs when he sees you bent down, trying to macgyver glass onto a napkin like a cave man.

“You’re dumb,” he grumbles as you stand up, turning to face him with the napkin full of glass in your palm.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” you grin triumphantly, but just as you transfer the napkin to Yoongi to be disposed of, a piece of glass tears through the thin layers of paper and scrapes your skin.

“Ow, fuck,” you curse, examining the damage as Yoongi hurriedly takes the glass from you and tosses it into the waste bin. You hold your palm out, fingers lightly pressing at the cut—red seeping at the edges—but before you can move to find something to clean yourself up, Yoongi’s hands are embracing your hurt one.

“Yoongi?” you say in surprise, watching as his thumbs brush against your palm, pressing down slightly on either side of the scrape. At the action more blood appears, and you glance up at him in shock.

“Yoongi…?”

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Hi! Whenever you get time can I request hcs for what makes albedo, kazuha and diluc crazy flustered? Like, what makes them go char.exe has stopped working, and their whole face has flushed red.

Also, may I marry the how to fluster the chief alchemist fic pls?

<3

how to fluster them.

▸ includes . . . albedo. diluc ragnvindr. kaedehara kazuha.

▸ synopsis . . . you've managed to make ___ so incredibly flustered that he seems at a loss for words, a vibrant blush on his cheeks!

▸ warnings . . . gn! reader. mentions of marriage and children (kazuha's).

▸ ve's note . . . !! you may absolutely marry 'how to fluster the chief alchemist' hehe i hope i get invited to the wedding though! also thank u for the request it has my entire heart just flustering these cutie pies!! please enjoy!

♡ ៸៸ albedo ⸻

genuine affectionate words.

"i'm so in love with you," you mumble, eyes scanning over him as he simply eats some dinner- although now he's choking and you're much more alert than lovesick, sitting up and making sure he's okay after he stops choking and instead intakes some air. "a-are you okay?"

"i'm... i'm alright," he clears his throat, not meeting your gaze, an intense blush taking over his cheeks. "i just wasn't expecting your words, that's all." he eats some more food, not wanting to talk more on the matter however it's piqued your interest now.

"well, i mean it! i don't know how i managed to get so lucky- meeting you was hands down one of the best days of my life. i love you, albedo." albedo really can't process why and how you're managing to make his heart flutter so quickly, but he can't handle much more of it!

"i... i love you, too." he says in a quiet voice, glancing at you from the corner of his eye to see you smiling brightly. he hopes you know how much he means it, even if he can't express it as outwardly as you do.

staring lovingly at him whilst he works.

he could feel your eyes on him as he worked, so an intense gaze that he could barely focus. he glances at you before looking back at his work, before frowning as he stares at the painting. "is everything alright?" he finally asks, setting down the paintbrush and looking over at you fully- just why were you staring so intensely at him?

it isn't until he turns to look at you that he notices the loving look in your eyes. "sorry!" you chuckle and look away, "you just look really pretty when you're focused, i didn't realize i was staring." albedo's eyes widened a fraction, a shaky breath leaving him.

"ah, i see..." he quickly faces his canvas again, hoping you think the redness on his ears and cheeks is from the cold of dragonspine rather than the bashfulness he sudden feels. your staring at him again, in such a loving, intense way that he can't focus anymore.

it seems this painting is going to take a little while longer, for your stares are too much for poor albedo's heart.

sudden acts of dominance (kabedonning).

"hey," your arms suddenly cage albedo against the wall, catching him off guard completely. "you free this saturday?" you ask, tilting your head to the side with a small grin. albedo blinks, trying to grasp what just happened but his mind is running to fast for him to understand anything.

"u-uhm, i-... what?" he looks up at you, face warming to a beautiful pink. your chuckle makes his stomach grow butterflies and he wonders if you can hear how hard his heart is beating.

"i was wondering if you're free this saturday?" your eyes look over albedo, finding it adorable how flustered he grew from simply kabedonning him. "albedo, pay attention to me~" you tease him, enjoying how for once the composed alchemist was a flustered mess. "so, saturday, yes or no?"

"oh! yes. yes, i'm free." you hum, pulling away from him and giving him a little wink that once again sends his mind in a frenzy.

"see you saturday, then."

♡ ៸៸ diluc ragnvindr ⸻

calling his name oh-so-sweetly.

you frown, diluc could be so stubborn, but you knew a way to get him to pay attention to you. you sigh, lingering around him and clasping your hands together, batting your lashes. "oh, diluc~" you coo, "diluc, i'm sorry, please forgive me. won't you, diluc?" his face flushes and he covers his face with his hand.

"w-what do you need?" he manages to get out, and if you peek around his shoulder you can see a blush dusting across his cheeks and ears. when you stay silent, he glances over at you and his breath hitches- why, why do you have to be like this when he's trying to be mad.

"diluc," you call, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into him. "please don't be mad at me anymore," in all honesty, from the way you're calling his name, so saccharine, his mind grows fuzzy and the little argument from earlier fades away.

"fine, i forgive you." he huffs, looking off to the side, but glancing at you from the corner of his eye- your victorious small making his heart skip a beat as well.

sudden physical contact/affection.

"ah! there you are!" you rush the rest of the way over to him, nearly sliding thanks to your socks on the hardwood floor of his home office. "how dare you leave me without a kiss," you scoff, remembering the time he get upset due to you not giving him a kiss. so, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pepper a few kisses to his cheek.

diluc is too stunned to speak, your sudden affection welcomed but very much a shock. he can't help the way he blushes, your touch always affects him as such. "can't even say good morning?" you pout, peering at his face and noticing the blush that adorns his face. you can't help but coo and poke his warm cheeks.

"aw, did my kisses fluster you, oh mighty diluc ragnvindr?" he catches your wrist and stops you from poking him, looking at you with furrowed brows and blushy cheeks. you chuckle, pressing one last swift kiss to his lips. "alright, i'll stop messing with you."

"thank you." he sighs, placing a hand over his heart and watching you walk away to attend to your own work. he relaxes in his seat, closing his eyes and the places you kisses him feeling warm. "the things you do to my heart," he mumbles, before continuing his work.

fixing his clothes/hair.

"i know you just got back from your nightly duties, but at least try and look presentable here." you grumble, "you are the host of this party after all." sure he was being the darknight hero, which you admired, but he was the one to throw this party so he could get better connections, the least he could do was make sure his tie was straight.

you straighten out his tie, and brush off the dirt on his jacket, tsking and tugging, making him look more presentable. "why are you so quiet? no excuse, no exclamation of how important your duties are?" you tease, looking up at him and noticing for the first time how red he was in the face.

"s... sorry," he mumbles, looking up at the ceiling. you quirk a brow, what's got him so flustered? all you were doing was fixing his clothes and scolding him! you sigh, grabbing his face and making him look at you. "y/n?" he looked like he was expecting a kiss. too bad.

"even your hair!" you chide, quickly running your fingers through his hair and trying to make it look less of a mess. diluc sighs dejectedly, upset he didn't get a kiss after you made his heart race like that.

♡ ៸៸ kaedehara kazuha ⸻

complimenting him.

kazuha isn't a stranger when it comes to compliments, so you didn't think it would affect him so greatly yet there he was, a vibrant red blush on his cheeks and tongue tied all due to your sweet and genuine compliment!

"kazuha, you're amazing." it was that simple, just your words complimenting his instrumental skills and quickness with words. why was he so stunned? he can't even manage out a 'thank you' despite desperately wanting to. he just likes you so much, and he can't help but feel this way every time you compliment him— although his composure is much less sturdy than usual.

"are you alright? should i get you some water?" you ask when he still hasn't responded. kazuha, perhaps a little too into the dramatics, looks up at you with a lovestruck look, grasping your hand and finally managing to speak.

"i'm alright," he smiles gently, "your words just seem to have quite the affect on me, please allow me some time to recuperate." with that kazuha stands, and excuses himself to his dorm, because if he's with you for one more second he might start composing love songs that instant!

picking him up/carrying him around.

kazuha was growing tired, you could tell by the way he swayed and stumbled over his steps every now and then. you, on the other hand, felt quite lively, and so, to help out, you swiftly and easily pick up kazuha, carrying him bridal style.

"i'll carry you the rest of the way, okay?" kazuha can't breath, whether from being in such close proximity to you, or realizing just how strong you are, he can't tell. were you always able to pick him up with such ease? it makes his entire face flush and mind race- could you hear his heart?

"are you comfortable, kazu?" he looks up at you, blush growing darker- he's thankful that it's night time and you can't see how red his cheeks are. he just nods, resting his head against your shoulder and closing his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. oh, the things you do to his heart and mind.

seeing you with children.

"roar!" you chased after the children, pretending to be a monster, whilst they pretend to be fearless pirates. kazuha watched from afar, a smile on his lips at the lovely sight before him- you playing with children was always a sight to see, it would set anybody's heart aglow.

however, unlike most, kazuha's ever restless began to come up with scenarios similar to this in the future- where perhaps you two would be married with your own kids to chase after. after thinking thoughts like that, kazuha's face always grew a lovely shade of pink and he'd grow unusually quiet.

you notice his intensive face, staring out at the sea whilst lost in thought. you wonder what he's thinking, and after the kids leave, you approach him, noticing the blush the closer you get to him. "kazuha?" he jumps a bit, looking down at you. kazuha not noticing your presence was definitely something unusual. "what's got you so lost in thought you didn't even notice me?"

"ah, it's nothing!" he waves his hand dismissively, looking anywhere but your eyes. you swear his blush grew down his neck and likely to his chest from how flustered he grew- it was quite the sight to see!

sugar and spice; all things nice

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Series Summary: It’s hard raising a child, let alone doing it as a single parent. When young two girls become attached at the hip from day one, it’s like faith forced them together. You could say the same for their parents. 

Author’s Note: this is an idea that was swirling around for a bit and thanks to @estevries​ for their encouragement to write chapter one - I’m not sure how long this will run but you know me and my chaos. updates will come as they will <3

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