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Michael Kaiser wasn't the type of person to splurge his feelings, his heart, aloud for the whole world to hear-- that was until he met you. He told you everything. If it was small he would tell you, if it was big news, you be the first person to know. Talking with you how his games went (even though you showed up just for him), giving you the inside scoop.

No matter what, he wanted to talk to you, anything would suffice. Today was no different.

After a game in the locker room, Kaiser throws a towel on the ground as hard as he could. Starting you as you look at your clipboard. No one else was in the Bastard Munchen, it was just the two of you and the towel that laid on the floor.

You knew how the game went; you were sitting in you designated seats taking notes per Kaiser request. Though if you weren't present, you would be able to tell how it went due to Kaiser actions and how everyone else acted.

You watch as he swirls around the locker room. His jersey was lying beside you; he only had his shorts on. You could see his blue rose tattoo up from his neck as the vines trailed down his arm to a crown on his hand. Everything you saw it, you felt weak. You didn't know why, it was just a tattoo; but I guess it was just his tattoo and that it was on him.

Kaiser made sharp eye contact with the, his blue catlike eyes staring directly into the [e/c] widen ones. Though as a feline found its prey.

"{Y/n}," He called out to you, pleading you name between his lips.

"Yes, Micha?" Your voice as soft as the wind blew by.

Kaiser fell between your legs, his head resting on your thigh. "Please," He pleads. "Tell me. what do you think?"

Your hands find its way to his check, he leans into your touch though as a cat would purr. "I'm not going to lie to you, Micha. But you could have done better."

That's what he loved about you. You didn't hide behind a bunch of lies to make someone feel better, you told them as it is. Maybe that's why he leaned towards you. He needs that someone to put him in his place and it just too happened to be the person in front of him who he was founding over. Your truth he leaned toward, your touch he needed to feel calm. To feel loved.

"I have your stats on the clipboard if you want them?" You pointed toward where you set the clipboard at your side.

Kaiser blue eyes follow your finger, his checks squished against your thigh, "Can you read them to me, liebe?"

You pick up the clipboard, reading everything to him you wrote down. He listened, tracing his shapes on your thighs. while you tried not to read out of line or repeat the words over and over.

"Thanks," He gave you a soft kiss on your thighs. He gets up from the floor, now calm and collected unlike before.

In his desperate moments, he can trust you. He can trust you won't say anything he mentioned to you, to anyone else. He can trust what you say, having known him for a while now. He can trust you won't use him, take advantage him. He puts his trust in you.

a/n: Sweet Kaiser. I think we all need a break, and here that is my pooks.

[antennaed-kenzy]

What was i on when i wrote this, i need to get back on

[mayplepie0]

everybody talks! - vivian hugo x reader oneshot

synopsis: hugo’s petty ex-girlfriend accuses him of being gay because of his relationship with a certain someone named julian loki, causing rumors to spread like wildfire. so what will he do to save his image?

starring: vivian hugo x female reader

notes: love at first sight. heavily inspired by the song everybody talks by neon trees. hugo’s ex will be called charlotte. bolded are thoughts or yells. IK THIS IS KINDA LONG BUT PLS GIVE IT A CHANCE!!! not proofread so im sorry if theres mistakes. it was actually rlly fun to write so lmk if you want part 2 (charlotte’s evil schemes continue 🤫)

“you’re breaking up with me!?” charlotte screeched, attracting a few curious students nearby (and possibly scaring the birds outside). putting both hands on hugo’s shoulders, she violently shook him, yelling at him to “say something!”

hugo merely blinked at her, which only seemed to agitate the blonde even more. gently prying her sweaty palms off him, he replied with an indifferent “yes.”

“but why?” charlotte’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout, clearly trying to make him feel bad. “am i not enough for you?” she held her hands together with lashes fluttering up at him, appearing like a sweet girl who could do no wrong.

unfortunately, her antics seem to have no effect on the ever stoic hugo, who only looked at her silently.

at last, just when charlotte was getting uncomfortable under his watchful gaze, he offered a simple explanation. “we’re not destined to be together. that’s it.” the gathering crowd around them gasped, letting out taunting oos and ohs which were immediately cut off when charlotte sent a glare their way and a bark telling them to mind their own business. the horde shortly scrammed after the threat. hugo was about to walk past her, but his wrist was gripped by a clammy hand with manicured nails poking into his skin.

“what do you mean?” charlotte slowly turned her head to stare right into his eyes. “we’re absolutely perfect together! the cutest boy in school with the most popular and prettiest girl! we’re a match made by cupid himself!” she reasoned, desperately making an endeavor to save the relationship.

“vanity isn’t everything i guess. sorry, but i don’t feel the attraction towards you anymore.” with that statement, charlotte felt her stomach drop. and so, she resorted to her last method. and what is the said method? crying obviously!

“what the hell vivian? are you saying you never really liked me and found me UGLY?” she dropped her head as she sniffled obnoxiously, being sure to put an emphasis on the word ugly. “gosh, you’re horrible.” wiping her tears that magically (and comically) emerged in her eyes, charlotte continued with her dramatic monologue. “i can’t believe you made me fall in love with you! and the worst part? i still love you!” the few droplets of water impressively turned into a waterfall, letting choked sobs escape from her lips.

now, charlotte was absolutely certain that this will do the trick. i mean…who could have the heart to deny her? hugo cleared his throat, interrupting her cries. a sly, tiny smirk appeared on her face, covered by her hand. triumphant, she looked up to meet his eyes again.

“uhm…can you let go now?” he said, gaze descending to her palm that’s tightly wrapped around his wrist. charlotte’s face dropped. never in her life has this method ever failed! it was only her breaking hearts! well, it was supposed to.

her face began to heat up in a crimson shade out of anger and frustration. smoke practically escaped through her ears. hugo would’ve been scared if it hadn’t been her piercing voice snapping him out of his thoughts. “are you serious?! fine! have it your way.” she reluctantly let go, but not before having the final word. “but listen here, vivian. i will make you regret this!” and with that, she stomped away, high ponytail swaying as she walked.

and that’s what happened. or at least what you would’ve imagined happening. but no. the most, shocking, surprising, and out-of-this-world thing happened instead. apparently, charlotte told her friends that she and hugo broke up because she found him kissing julian loki, his teammate. then her friends told their friends who then told their friends and then told everyone. yeah. shocking, right?

“that’s crazy.” your best friend chigiri said, dragging out the last syllable. you just finished relaying the gossip to him and now you were doing face masks. his sleeping bag was thrown in a corner along with his other essentials, cluttering into a messy pile.

“i know right! i don’t know if i really believe it though.” you exclaimed, kicking your legs as you laid on your stomach.

as you clicked through the remote looking for a good show to watch, chigiri said “i wouldn’t be that surprised if it’s true. i mean, he touches everyone’s chest during games.” you let out a tiny giggle at that.

“hyoma! cut him some slack. football is a contact sport after all. and plus, aren’t you and kunigami a thing? or am i just hearing things wrong?” you teased, nudging his shoulder.

chigiri rolled his eyes at your comment. “we’re just friends. don’t get it twisted.” you smiled, muttering an uh-huh.

“still. i can’t believe he dated charlotte.” you said absentmindedly. charlotte beaumont is one of those popular girls who can get with whoever they want, like in those shitty high school romance shows. blonde, blue eyed, and the cheerleading captain. she probably dated more guys than the number of people you know combined. you’re not the most sociable, but you do know a lot of people. but charlotte? she’s on a whole different level. and, she’s also so rude! one time she shoved you because you were supposedly in her way, when the hall was quite literally empty.

chigiri gave a brief look. “why?” he questioned, pointing for you to stop at how to lose a guy in 10 days.

“because he’s so wow and she’s so eugh. you get what i mean?” with the rom com starting to play, you and chigiri settle in a peaceful silence. you reached across your bed for some candy, offering him a piece.

chigiri popped the piece of sugar into his mouth, chewing before asking “do you like him?”

“KOFF KOFF AH-HEM” you were caught so off guard that you accidently choked on your candy. chigiri delivered some pats to your back in response, raising an eyebrow.

“gosh hyoma! you can’t just say that!” you scolded, face a little bit flushed from embarrassment. chigiri just gave a small shrug to your complaints.

“well you sounded like you like him. am i wrong?” his attention went back to the screen, leaving you to gape at him.

stuttering you squeaked out a barely audible “…maybe.” now that caught his attention. chigiri looked at you like you’ve grown three heads, but without a brain in each of them.

“seriously? you like mr. destiny guy?”

“hey! he’s not even that bad. he’s pretty cute and tall. and…he seems really passionate about football.” your face turned red as you tried to defend hugo, avoiding chigiri’s eyes.

“whatever you say. at least he’s better than all your other crushes. remember when you went on a date with a guy who was obsessed with toilet paper?” chigiri smirked, stifling a laugh behind his hand.

you groaned in exasperation. “don’t remind me!”

right as hugo walked into school the next day, all eyes were on him. whispers, murmurs, and pointed looks throughout the entire hallway and every corner. beside him was charles, who was basically exploding with energy and mischief as he shoved hugo’s side.

“what was that for?” he muttered, stumbling slightly. charles flashed him one of his childish grins, and gestured to the students nearby.

“hugo and loki sitting in a tree! k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” charles sang, causing some to giggle in their direction. however, his fun was cut short when hugo whacked the side of the face, mumbling for him to shut up. “im reporting you for that!” charles threatened tauntingly. hugo sighed in disbelief.

before charles could do anything else to embarrass him, the bell rang, a sound so sweet that sounded like an angel’s voice to hugo! “see you later at practice.” he ruffled charles’ blond hair and held out a peace sign, heading to his class.

you sent chigiri a quick text that you arrived at the field. since you didn’t have anything to do after school, you decided to watch the football team practice. the sound of whistles and shouting immediately engulfed your ears as you stepped onto the grass. making your way to the bleachers, you picked a spot with a nice view and set your backpack beside you.

“igaguri! one more mistake and you’re off this team!” a lanky bowl-cut haired man yelled, causing the said player to shriek in fear. a blond boy laughed, teasing him alongside another blond but with tanned skin. you scanned the field for chigiri, and found him taking a sip of water from his duffel bag. you smiled at him as he met your gaze. plenty of other students are also at the bleachers, either to watch the football practice or the cheerleading practice on the right side of the field.

looking to your right, you saw the cheerleaders doing tricks tumbling passes, while charlotte shouted orders at them. good thing i’m not on the team, you thought in relief.

a loud whistle resonated throughout the field, with the lanky man signaling for a break. you made your way down the bleachers and to chigiri.

“hey! you did great out there!” you complimented. “i don’t even know how you can run that fast without getting tired.”

“maybe you’re just un athletic, but thanks.” he said sarcastically, wiping his sweat with a towel. you kicked his shin in annoyance, and in return he flicked your forehead.

“BREAK TIME!!!”

you winced at the harsh sound coming from the other side of the field. “geez. charlotte can’t be anymore loud can she?” chigiri muttered.

coincidentally, the cheerleaders were also taking their break. “since when did she get a megaphone? her voice is already loud and annoying enough.” chigiri snickered at that.

in the distance, charles was teasing hugo whos frustrated at the gap between his and loki’s relationship now. ever since rumors started that they kissed, their friendship got awkward. “stop looking so mopey! you’re gonna get wrinkles and that’s not popular with the ladies!” charles suggested.

“i think ill be done with dating for a while.” hugo groaned, running his hands over his face.

charles, as smart as ever, jumped up like an idea struck him. “ah ha!” hugo looked at him with curiosity, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “you want to be bffs with loki again, right?” nodding, charles beamed. “easy solution! just kiss a girl and all those rumors will be proven false!” hugo paused, seemingly considering the possibility of this plan working. “i’m smart? thank you so much but i already know.” charles said, complimenting himself.

“that’s…not a bad idea. but how will i even do that? i need to get into a relationship first.” hugo said, sighing.

“who says you need to? listen. all the ladies love you. you’re the dream guy. this plan will work 67% of the time, but since girls like you, it will work 69% instead!” charles giggled, proud of himself.

hugo deadpanned at him. “that’s not a big difference.”

“just trust me! now go and win someone’s heart!”

“…no. i don’t think i’ll be able to do it.”

“must i do everything for you? how did you even get with charlotte in the first place?” charles grumbled in irritation, but still showed a grin on his face. glancing around the field, he spots you.

“what about her?” charles pointed at you, and hugo smacked his hand down.

“…”

“so?”

“woah.” hugo’s eyes widened, staring at you. it felt like cupid shot an arrow through his heart. your [hair color] shined from the sun’s glow, [eye color] eyes clear, lashes fluttering and the apples of your cheeks slightly flushed. you exhibit a gentle smile and a radiant soul, laughing lightly with chigiri. how come he’s never seen you before? has he just not been paying attention to your beauty?

charles giggled beside him, ruining the moment. “are you in love already? don’t tell me you’re cheating on loki!” normally hugo would tell him to shut up, but he’s too busy admiring your face.

“i think it’s destiny.” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

“go rizz her up! look i have these pickup lines and they’re guaranteed to work!” charles swiftly unlocked his phone and pulled up a blog titled “10 rizzy pickup lines to get your girl.”

hugo peeked over, squinting at a particular one. “did it hurt…when you fell from heaven?”

“that’s a great one! be sure to say it with a really thick french accent. i heard girls find it charming.” charles gave him a playful wink, shooing him off. “now go get your lady!”

hesitantly, hugo walked over to you, giving himself motivational pep talks in his mind. i can do this! he thought. you were engaged in a conversation with chigiri, and a part of him felt bad for interrupting, but it’s now or never and he really needed those rumors to stop!

tapping you on your shoulder, you turned your head to face him, eyes widening. “…did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

silence.

uh oh… did i do something wrong?

chigiri snickered, which turned into full blown laughter while your face turned red in an instant. “oh uhm…” you started, voice quiet, avoiding his eyes.

“i’ll give you two some space. bye y/n.” chigiri patted your shoulder, then dashed off. this traitor! now you’re left in an uncomfortable situation with hugo, who seemed indifferent about this whole thing which made everything even worse. taking your hands in his. he looked into your eyes with a look you can’t quite explain. reluctantly, you looked back. were his eyes always this dark and his burgundy hair always this pretty? you are going to die!

“be my girlfriend. we’re destined to be together.” he said, as if he’s not rearranging your entire world.

“what are you talking about?” you muttered, embarrassed. yes, you have a tiny crush on him, but this was all too much to comprehend!

“i like you. it’s love at first sight. please be my girlfriend.”

“you don’t even know my name.”

“yes i do. i heard it from chigiri. y/n right? please be mine.” gosh! how were you supposed to deny him when he’s acting all sweet like this!

“but we don’t know anything about each other…” the rational part of you is trying to reason with the impulsive side. it’s a stalemate.

“then let’s go on a date tomorrow.”

suddenly, a blonde boy appeared behind hugo, putting his arm around his shoulder. “charles what are you doing here?” hugo whispered.

“helping you out! obviously!” he not so whispered back. he switched his attention towards you. his smile reminded you of a cheshire cat. “yo! please give my boy hugo a chance! i promise he’s a really nice guy!”

“uhm—”

“when he saw you he had like genuine heart eyes! and he’s never shown that to anyone except for loki—ow!” hugo elbowed him in his side, silently telling him to cut it out.

“jolie, please give me a chance.” maybe you’re crazy and moving way too fast…but what’s the worst that can happen…right?

“okay fine…i’ll be your girlfriend.” you swear his eyes started sparkling.

“YESSSS!!!!” charles screamed out in joy, attracting the team, cheerleaders, and students. he patted hugo’s back, running around frantically.

amidst the chaos ensued, hugo only looked at your face, making you slightly nervous. “is there…something on my face?”

“yes. beauty.” you started to heat up, looking away.

“are you always this straightforward? you’re gonna make me have a heart attack…” you waited for a response, but none came. you glanced back, seeing how his eyes were trained on you, particularly…your lips?!

“…what are you looking at?”

“chérie, may i…kiss you?” he must be experienced because how is he this good!

contemplating, you eventually decided to yolo. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want a taste too. “yes—”

you were immediately cut off by the press of his lips against yours. one hand moved to your waist and the other to the back of your head, locking you in place. gasps and shouts emerged, but the only thing you can focus on was him. although one particular screech did catch your attention, which you’re pretty sure was charlotte’s.

easing into the kiss, you closed your eyes, tilting your head and resting your arms around his neck. your lips moved in rhythm with his, passionate yet sweet and gentle. shortly after, you broke away for air, looking up at his clouded eyes.

“sorry. was that too much?” he lifted a hand, fingers caressing your cheek tenderly. you shook your head and smiled shyly.

“MY BOY HUGO HAS GAME!!!! HE GOT HIMSELF A GIRLFRIEND YAY!!!” charles came out of nowhere and jumped onto hugo’s back, slightly scaring you. hugo sighed, stabilizing him while saying a soft sorry to you.

looking around, you see everyone’s eyes on the three of you, with chigiri staring in surprise, the rest of the team watching in amusement, the cheerleaders gossiping, the students recording, and, best of all…charlotte beaumont gawking at you in shock, sadness, jealousy…and rage? you couldn’t care less to be honest because now you’ve got yourself your dream guy.

the following weeks was absolutely wild. the moment you walked into the building, people surrounded you asking if you really were dating THE vivian hugo. you said yes and walked away. the football team started coming up to you too as the day went on, and you climbed the popularity rankings quite far. but really, who cares about any of that? when you saw hugo at his lockers, you immediately called out his name.

“hugo!” as if on command, his head perked instantly, features softening when you came running over to him.

“hey, mon amour. what’s got you so excited?” he put his arm around your waist, tugging you closer on instinct.

you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “oh nothing. i’m just happy to see you, that’s all.”

he kissed your temple sweetly. “i’m happy to see you too.”

“AWHHHH!!!”

“oh god not this again…” you groaned.

“hugo and y/n sitting on a tree! k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” charles began to sing, and even though you both claim to be annoyed, neither of you made a move to stop him.

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[antennaed-kenzy]

so cute!! so cute!!

[sleepybibliophilee]

『𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆』

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 (𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡) 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑠𝑎𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠ℎ𝑖, 𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑘𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟, 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑜, 𝑗𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑘𝑖, 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑜

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑖, 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑠, 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡.

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐: 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛💐

𝒂/𝒏: 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦. 𝐼𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒 :)

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[antennaed-kenzy]

so good 😍😝

[yuzurins]

# to tell you the truth

48 — cherry blossoms

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note: i’m out of touch how do i do this again 😭

pairing ∗ itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis — all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?

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[antennaed-kenzy]

im free from school tomorrow. yippee

[kenzy-shop]

One Special Word — Enjin x f!reader

content includes: more enjin pov, stalker vibes, nsfw, kissing, grinding

misc: 2.2k words. this took so long to write down for no reason, like three days. Hope you enjoy

It wasn’t easy to grab some people's attention, you were one of those people. 

Enjin was sitting outside of a cafe on one of the tables that weren’t littering with other people close by. His bright yellow looking directly at one table in particular, a table you were sitting at. You were one thing he wanted, the one woman he had his eyes on yet you even know his name. 

“Thank you!” You take the coffee you were handed, with a smile on your face. 

Enjin watches you walk with the man who handed you the coffee. He sighed heavily in defeat, how was he going to earn the attention of someone like you. The one woman he wanted was too far out of his reach, and he got a lot of women to appear to his looks, yet you never even looked in his direction. 

Enjin lied in his bed, looking up to his plain white ceiling, the one thing… or the one person he couldn’t get off his mind was you. He couldn’t stop thinking back to the moment at the cafe, you walking away with a man he had never seen. He saw the small pain in your eyes when you walked away. Who was the man to you?

“Delived by a man you barely know?” He scoffed. Covering his yellow eyes with his big hands over. “Why not me?” 

“Why can’t it be me?” He sighs in defeat, dragging his large hands down to cover his mouth. You were the death of him and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Even in Enjin's dream, the person corroding his mind was you. The person to fill his dreams was you, your body. The soft voice you spoke in. It was like you were with him. 

“Enjin~”

The man jumps from his bed, the sheets falling down his body to his lap. He looks around in a panic. “What?!” He was confused, thinking he was hearing things in his head, but it sounded so real. It was dark so it was hard to see anything in his room. 

“Enjin~” 

There it was again, it was such a sweet way to call his name, never has he heard anything like it before. Ringing in his ear, asking for more of it to be heard. He looked down to the feet of his bed. Someone was there looming over his feet. Though a normal person would be scared, he wasn’t. Even if he couldn’t see, he knew who it was. 

And It was you. 

You crawl into his bed with him. He kept his mouth shut, his yellow eyes watching you lay next to him. Snuggling into him. This was a dream, and even if it was he didn’t want to be pinched. 

“Goodnight, Enjin~” 

A dream he didn’t want to wake up. He could stay like this forever if time allowed. 

“You really are something,” A young girl sighed, rubbing the pinch of her nose with her finger and thumb. 

“I must say it was a calming experience.” You slightly stick your tongue out with a smile. 

“You know that man is in love with you right?” The young girl has had enough of your stupid antics, but there was nothing she could do about it. So the best thing for her to do was remind you of the world around you. 

Yet you already knew that. You saw Enjin everywhere you were, at some point you realized it was no longer a coincidence. Just recently, you had to do your best to not walk up to him and acknowledge him. Yet he was still following you everywhere. 

“I know he wants me, but I’m not that easy to have.”

The young girl knew how right that statement was. To be with you was a curse more so on you. If they couldn't get your attention the right way, you might as well be dead. It hurts to know someone had deep feelings for you, and they have yet to even properly greet themselves to you. 

“If he wanted me, then he would do something about it by now.”

“Do something about it then!” Riyou lays back on her chair, her body slopping down in the chair. 

“She doesn't know my name. She doesn't even know I exist.” The male sighed, pressing his palm to his forehead. An aching pain he didn’t have to have. 

“Then do something about it!” Riyou was tired of hearing Enjin talk about you. Her advice was the same time and time again. He still didn’t listen and it felt like she was talking to a wall. More so she was like a pillow to him, someone there to listen, but not to talk back. The pillow was supposed to stay quiet. It never did.

“I wish she would just talk to me…” “Then Do Something About It!”

She walked away, having enough of him say the same words over and over again. She yelled at him as if it would make any difference. She sighed, closing Enjin's bedroom door behind her. She was tired, both of him and exhausted from the day. 

“But…”

He was left with his own thoughts plus Riyou advice he finally registered. She was right, but it wasn’t that easy. You were in a separate league compared to everyone else, any other woman he talked to. You were special. 

Maybe a good night's sleep will put him at ease and he’ll think of something to say to you. Even if it was as small as his name, maybe tonight he can build enough confidence. 

“Enjin~”s

He wakes up to the soft sound of his name being called. He wasted no time, looking at the foot of his bed, there stood a female. Your arms crossed over your chest. You repeat his name, even softer than the later. This time it lingers on your lips, unable to let go of it.

Enjin moves slightly over so you could lie down with him like last time. You take the small gesture, crawling into his bed, sitting beside him. You reach your hand out for his face hesitantly. You retract said hand, not wanting to make anything feel awkward between the two of you. 

He, on the other hand, pulls your hand seeing as you were thinking twice about your actions. You both stop for a moment, just holding each other for a minute. His yellow eyes staring deep into your soul like he understood everything about you. You wanted him to know everything you had to offer, so you invited him deeper. 

He helps your hand to explore his body as he stares into your soft [e/c] eyes. He lets go of your hand, now being able to explore yourself. Your hand drags from his chest down to his abdomen. Feeling his body, you felt a sense of ease, like you didn’t need to worry about the curse anymore. No more pain for it. 

This moment was not a dream, it was real. 

Enjin inched a tad closer, this moment was everything he wanted and then some. Your hands were soft and delicate with the way they explored him. He wished he didn't have his shirt on, and maybe he knew just the fix. 

He backs away from you, his hands on the hem of his shirt. You watch as he lifts his shirt above his abs, over his head to then be thrown on the ground. Your hands reach out for his abdomen, he grabs your hand furthering your movement. He helped guide your hand as he crawled closer to you on the bed. 

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for as long as I’d have my eyes set on you,” Enjin inches closer to your face. Lifting your chin so your could focus on his face and not his body. 

His yellow eyes wondering your face, like this would be his last memory. A memory he would repeat in his mind. Your face was a piece of art to him, he wanted to savor every look, every contact he had with you. 

Not being able to hold himself back anymore, he pulls your chin closer. His lips crashing into your soft pink lips. You open your mouth for him, inviting him in. His tongue exploring every inch of your mouth he could. 

You roll him over, now on top of him. The kiss grew deeper, you sitting practically on top of him. He grabs your hips, guiding them up and down. The kiss became intense and hungry each time Enjin moved his body on his. You moved your hands down back to his abs, they moved down a little further, messing with the waistband on his shorts. You could feel the shakiness in his breath, moving your body harder. 

Enjin rolls on top of you, pulling away from the kiss. The both of you catching your breath in the heat of the moment. This whole moment was like a dream, everything felt so unreal, yet you could touch him without any reprimands. 

He looks down at your body to up at your face. You give him a nod of confirmation and he doesn't waste a second to take off your shirt, throwing it on the ground next to his. He pushes your hair behind your ear as he leans down to your chin, planting a soft kiss. 

He pecks at your chin down to kissing your collarbone. You slightly arc your back when you feel his teeth sink into your skin. Letting out more moans as he leaves teeth marks and hickeys all down your neck and collarbone. This was his mark on you, for every time you didn’t look in his direction, for every time you weren’t within his line of sight. 

“Fuck, Enjin!” You breathe out between your lips between the soft moans. 

His free hand playing with your breast, to fill the sensation in your body like you didn’t have enough already. His lips were about to make their way down, but you pushed him away. A sad look in his eyes as he didn’t know what you wanted. 

“We should stop,” You sit up on his pillow. Looking deep into his yellow, you knew he didn’t want to stop. This was a dream for the both of you, yet you were the one to say it. 

“Please, don’t make this a one night stand. I want to see you again.” He pushed your hair out of your face, giving your cheek a soft kiss. 

“What the fuck! You had sex with him!?” The young girl scolded you, hitting the back of your head harder than before.

“Well it wasn’t full out sex, more like a very heated make out session,” You smile embarrassingly, rubbing the part of your head that the hit was delivered to. 

“Shut up!” The young girl covers your mouth with her right hand, while her other hand covers her ear so she doesn't have to hear you any more, and you couldn't talk anymore about last night. “I’m your younger sister, I don’t need to hear any of this about you and Enjin.”

“Sorry,” you muffle in your sister's hand, as she still had her hand over your mouth. 

“Does it feel like your curse is gone?” Ami takes her hand from your mouth, rubbing it on her parts from your spit. 

You drop the smile you previously had when talking about Enjin. Your face got serious about the topic at hand. “Well, it feels a lot lighter. I don’t feel it as much, especially when I’m with him and or close to him and he notices me.”

“AHH!” Ami screeches , falling to her feet. A nauseating pain throbbing in your head. 

“Are you ok?” You reach a hand out for your sister, but she swats your hand away, not looking up at you. 

Ami gripped her chest, feeling like someone had a tight grip on her heart. She looks up at you, seeing you had a worried expression toward her. The pain in your eyes seeing her in pain. Amis’ body felt tight, her head throbbing, her heart being tugged, her muscles feeling a strain.

‘Is this how you felt, sis?’

A tight pinch bite at your chest, a lot lighter than anything you felt before. Better than any other pain this curse has caused you. You knew your time with the curse was almost up, you found the one thing or rather the one person to break the curse. Now, like an heirloom it was to be passed down to your sister. The man who gave this curse was cruel, he wanted to be remembered in any way, even if it meant doing something cruel to others. 

Enjin wanted more of you, yet these past few days he was having trouble locating you. He didn’t have any way to reach out to you, no way to find anything about you either.

“Lonely, Enjin?” 

He turned his head as fast as sound when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. A voice that was sweet as sugar and dewy as honey. He got up from his chair, turning around to grab your hand in his. 

“I missed you.”

The tight pinch was no longer pulling at your chest when you heard those three words. The person in front of you was the cure all along. Yet it was harder to grab his attention than anything else in the world. This is was if felt like to feel normal like anyone else

“You make me feel whole.” “So let's never leave each other again.”

a/n: feeling a little freaky aren't you

[antennaed-kenzy]

Chapter 01. Hiring Process

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ Vampire Otoya x f!reader

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ Sweetest Sin masterlist

Not enough brain to pass around, yet one guy seems reliable enough to hire

Current time

You looked in the mirror, deciding if you wanted to wear the outfit you had picked. It was simple, yet looked like you knew how to spend money. You held two heels up, deciding again if this outfit was the right pick for either of the heels. Placing the heels back on the ground, you decided this was not the right outfit for the day. 

*knock knock* 

You looked at the door of your apartment, your [e/c] eyes then traveled to the clock on your counter. ‘He’s a little early.’ You thought as you answered the door, letting him inside your humble abode. 

“My finest pardon, my lady. But we need to be leaving soon,” Karasu bowed down to you like a knight serving it’s duty. A smirk on his face when he saw you. 

“Cut the crap, Tabito.” You smack him in the back of his head, “Go watch Tv on the couch while I get ready.” 

He rubbed where you hit him, his lips pursed together. “Fine, then.” He mumbled, but clearly didn’t waste time walking to your couch. “You are already dressed, why are you not ready?” He asked while flipping through what to watch. 

“I don’t like this outfit.” You stated, closing your bedroom door. 

Karasu turned around, seeing you already back in your room. He got up from the couch, standing outside your door. He laid his right hand up against the door, his forehead pressed up against. “You always look pretty in anything you wear.” 

That's what he wanted to say, but he was too anxious to say it out loud to you. Every time he wanted to compliment you, it never came out as such, but you never took it to heart. Karasu wanted so hard for his words to come out as he wanted. When he looks at you his brain becomes a pile of mush. 

You open your bedroom door, Karasu leaned forward but quickly balanced himself so as not to bump into you. 

“What are you doing?” You asked him with a laugh. 

“Nothing,” He rubbed the nape of his neck, giving you a closed eyes smile. Preventing you from seeing his blue gaze you have grown accustomed to. 

When you walk past him, he lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders hung low. ‘Almost got caught.’ He followed you to the kitchen, sitting down on an island chair as he watched you. 

“What are you doing?” You look at him through your eyebrows, seeing he had a soft smile spread on his face. 

“Watching you,” He cupped his face with his hand, watching as you made breakfast and coffee for the both of you. 

Karasu watched you, not taking his deep blue eyes off you. He watched as you made coffee. Watched as you got to bowls out, watching as you made breakfast. His eyes not once leave your frame. He was like a puppy, his blue eyes big and wide as if he was begging for something. 

“Breakfast is served,” You hold the bowl in front of his face, a smile on your face.

Karasu takes the steaming bowl from your hand, “Thank you very much. I was starving.” 

You smack him upright on the head, “Shut up and be grateful I made you anything.”

“You’re right, my queen.”

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Karasu steps out of the car, walking to the driver's side. He opened the door for you, extending his hand from you to grab on as he lifted you out of the car. The sound of people and machines could be heard on the outer edge of the forest. Your heels click on the sidewalk until they hit the soft grass.

When the first person sees you, everyone else turns their heads. In one swift moment every work gets in two lines forming a path for the two of you. Whispers spread down the lines, yet you could care less about what they were saying, bc you knew it was never bad. The people who worked for you loved you. They chose to work for you out of other research teams, if you were more ruthless than most in the work. Everyone still loved you like a savior. 

Stopping at the end of the line, you turn on your heel. “You all may go back to work.” You bow slightly to them before walking into your little office. Karasu follows behind you like a crow to its shiny jewels. 

He sits down on the chair in front of your table, throwing one leg over the chair facing you with a smile. He rested his chin on his palm, his deep blue eyes looking at you with such a soft look in them. Like the longer you look at him, you could be entranced by him. 

“What do you want, Tabito?” You look down at the papers that were laid on your desk, trying your hardest not to look at him. 

The way you said his name was perfect in a way he couldn't describe. If he had the choice, he would listen to you call out his name all day. It was nothing with him being egotistical and wanting to hear his name, he wanted to hear it from. 

“What, can I not watch you?” A smirk made its way to his soft pink lips. He was here to slack off, or as he put it “watching you.”

You looked up from the papers, seeing the smirk plastered on his face. You raise an eyebrow, a small smile on your face as you examine his expression. “Not unless you provide me with paperwork.”

Karasu sat there a little longer, watching you. Watching the way you spoke toward him, your mannerism toward him. He had all day to do work, but he didn’t have all day to watch you and talk to you. 

The curtain of your office sweeps open, the two people inside turn around to the sound. Karasu’s face drops when he sees who it was. The both of you just got here and his day was already ruined by the same person it was yesterday. 

“{Y/n}-sensei!” the person called out your name in a panic, putting stacks of papers on your desk. “We found something you might want to see for yourself.”

The crow grabbed a piece of paper from the stack, skimming through the content. “This is…” He slowly read through more, following the words on the paper. 

You grabbed another paper, reading through the context. The test result you had dreamed for was coming true. You were so close to finding the bigger piece. 

“Thank you, Chika. You’re dismissed.” You place the paper back down on the big stack. You pick up the bigger stack, putting it in the new filing cabinet. 

“Um… {Y/n}.” Chika grabbed your attention. Her freckles adore her face, bringing out her dark blue eyes that looked down half up to you and half to the ground. “Can we talk?”

Karasu was about to get up from the chair, until he heard soft heels on the plush ground walking his way. You rested your hand on his shoulder, making him stay where he was. “I’ll talk to you later, right now me and my assistant will be looking at the new papers you just provided. Talking about the next steps.”

“Ok…” “Drop the act as well, Chika.”

“You caught me,” She raised her arms in the air. Slowly backing out of your office tent with a sly smile on her face. 

Karasu turns back to see she left. Her shadow no longer casting on the outside of the tent. “What next steps? You already knew this was going to happen last night.”

“But…” You pull out another stack of papers with your handwriting. You place them in front of Karasu. “I lied to her, but we do need to talk.”

Karasu turns back to you; he sees she’s gone, and her shadow no longer casts on the tent. “What plan? You had already predicted the outcome of the test, and we had talked about it last night.” 

“But…” You pull out a paper from the drawers on the desk. You place it on the table, “I lied. But we do need to talk.”

⋆♱𓆩𓆪♱⋆ A few days ago

Otoya was walking along the edge of the forest, luckily no one had caught him sneaking away. Not even the eyes of the elders of Elise. If he got caught out here, then he would be bound to his house and the watchful eye of the elders. 

‘Why can the elder Ōkuninushi leave the tribe, but we can’t?’ He kicks up some rocks on the sidewalk. He kept walking further down the line with no destination in mind. This wasn’t a busy area, in fact this place was practically dead. There was abandoned houses on the other side of the street, but other than that nothing else was around—

“Huh?” Otoya ears perked up from the sound of loud machines with muffled talks. To further his curiosity, it was later in the night so if people were here there had to be a low chance of them being humans, right?

He walked close to the sound, the voices of the people getting louder, the machines coming to a halt. He peered between some trees of the forest. Seeing tables with tall glasses on them. People dressed in lab coats with papers in their hands. His dark green eyes saw through the night, scanning through the forest and people. His eyes landed on one female who stood with her arms crossed, ordering people around. She stood behind someone, a rather tall male, his hair styled on that of a crow. 

“Fetch me the rest of the results back!” The female pointed out to no one in particular, but a bunch of workers responded, stopping what they were doing to grab the one stack of papers she wanted. 

Otoya inched close to hear everyone a little better. He hides beside the trees, watching you up closer to get a good look at you. “She—” He softly mumbles under his breath.

“Here you are,” the person bowed their heads, holding the stack of papers up to the man beside you. 

Karasu takes the papers to hand them to you. You flip through the papers, skimming through the information you found most important. “Tabiot,” You look at the person to your right. Your [e/c] eyes sparkling in the hue of the night. “I was right about the vampires!” You showed him the one paper that stood out among the rest. 

“Then we can keep that to use for a while, ok, {Y/n}.” Karasu showed you a soft smile, ruffling the top of your head. 

‘{Y/n}?’ Otoya could hear the faint words the male was speaking. That name, the name sounded familiar but he couldn’t put his tongue on it. ‘Vampires? What was she right on?’ Otoya couldn't help but grow curious. He wanted to know more, he needed to know more. 

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Karasu grabs the papers from his boss that were laid on the table. “Really, someone wants to work directly under you?” He puts the paper down, looking deep into your [e/c] eyes. “Remeber what happened last time?”

“Yes,” You cross your arms, sitting back down in your chair. “But this guy seems a lot more reliable than the other one.” 

“It says he never went to college.” Karasu drags his finger down the information, reading what it said. “Or that he ever worked in a lab. The only information that would be reliable is that he had seen a vampire, but we had no way to prove that information.”

“Yup,” You pop the ‘p’ sound, earning your assistant attention back to you and not on the paper. “Better than the last person. He won’t be a smart snob since he never went to school and had to compete with others. Since he wants to work with me, then that also means he can’t be that dumb. He would be perfect to watch over the new team as well.”

Karasu took your words into consideration, tapping his finger to his temple. Leaning forward in the chair as he sighs. His deep blue eyes look up to you, “If you think this is the right decision, then I have no reason to go against you.”

“Thanks for bein’ considerate, Tabito.” You softly smiled at him, giving him a little ounce of hope that this new guy will treat you better than the other. 

Karasu zipped back up the tent, tapping his finger on the zipper hearing you laugh from the inside of your office tent. He walked over to the group that was closest to the tent, the only group that didn’t have a person in charge. 

“Hey, Takuma!” Karasu called out to someone on the team. 

A tall male looked up from the liquid he was examining. He whipped his head to the call of his name. Out of everyone he was easy to point out, he was the only one with a buzz cut. As well as his muscles stain through the tight lab coat he never got sized up. 

“Hey, Karasu!” He put down the vile, walking to the assistant head scientist. “What were you and {Y/n}-sensei talking about?” He leans his back on the table, crossing his arms over his chest.

Karasu sighs into his palm, “Some guy applied to work with her directly. And–” He dragged his hand down to his chin, looking Takuma dead in the eyes, “She considered him. He’ll show up for the interview tomorrow. There is no doubt she’s saying no.”

“Great!” The male seemed happy about it, more workers means more research done. A big smile plastered on his face. 

“Huh?! Why great!?” Karasu was surprised by his subordinates' reaction. 

Takuma turned around, getting back to work to avoid answering. He lifted the vile back up, dropping some other samples as Karasu watched… or stood in silence as if an answer was going to be heard in the air. 

Karasu looked around seeing everyone do their jobs, a reminder that he had a job to do and it wasn’t just standing around and observing people. 

a/n: they are meeting soon. and im meeting the end of the line (jk). I don't know how long I want this to be, we'll see when I get there.

[antennaed-kenzy]

Chapter 00. Differences

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ Vampire Otoya x f!reader

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ Sweetest Sin masterlist

Everyone is different, some more than others. some to the point of being pushed out of society.

People are born different, a way to distinguish each other in a world full of similar faces. They have different traits, habits, and activities. Some come from wealth, while others aren’t as fortunate. On the other hand there are people who have the ability to love forever, yet they hate going in the sun. They think differently from the rest; they live a life far away from humanity. Well they didn’t have a choice either way, a lot of people don’t like when things are different, so they pushed those differences away. 

One little boy wanted to see what humanity was like, outside of the forest they lived in. His elders edged him not to go, telling him stories that the outside people were scary. Saying the people on the outside would kill him the second they saw him smile, the split second they saw him with something bright red in his mouth, the split second he would walk out of the forest, he would be as good as gone. 

He was young, and curiosity got the best of him and one night he snuck out when no one was looking. The young boy walked out to the edge of the forest, when he took the first step out of the trees, no one was waiting for him like the stories he heard. No one there was ready to kill him like the elders’ stories. 

“Hello!” He called out, and no answer came back. Just the sounds of the soft wails of the wind–

“Anyone there?!” 

The young boy's body shook when he heard a soft little girl's voice. It came from the right side, but what if he looked and he was dead. The elders would be right. He had to see, he was curious. 

The young vampire boy slowly turned his head to the sound. Seeing a girl walk out of the same woods he came from. ‘Is she also like me? I have never seen her.’ The young vampire dark green eyes opened wide, he was about to take a step forward when he heard another sound.

“{Y/n}! Where are you my dear?” A loud voice called, it belonged to a woman, a mother. The little girl who was to his right was no longer there. 

“{Y/n}?” He repeated, turning back to the forest. “What a pretty name.”

The young vampire didn’t get a good look at the little girl. He barely saw a glimpse of her face, but the image he had of her was spectacular. The way the moonlight cast down upon her silhouette, illuminating her small frame. It made her look like an angel. Her voice, it was soft and sweet even with just two words he heard, he knew he wanted to hear more of it. This girl was different, that’s what drew him to her. 

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“He’s so hot!” A group of girls squealed out as they all held hands in a circle. Red adorning their faces as a certain someone walked passed them. 

“Thank you ladies,” He took one of the ladies hands, planting a small kiss on her knuckles. “You all yourself look stunning under the moon.” All the girls blushed when he complement them, hiding there face from the embarrassment

Otoya Eita, the vampire everyone loves… Well almost every female vampire has had feelings for him at one point. There was one person he couldn’t get wrapped around his fingers, he tried his best but she would always steer away from him. At least she tried to. 

“Otoya, they are calling for you.”

This was the one. 

“Hello to you too, beautiful,” He took her hand, kissing her on the knuckles just as he did with the other girl who was swooning over him. 

“I’m not like the others you have wrapped around your fingers. In fact if the elders didn’t want me as the secretary, then I would have never met you, and that is how I wished it was.” She turned on her heels, walking as they clinked in the wooden steps to the elders. 

“Come on, Elise,” Otoya followed behind her to the building. “You don’t have to do that to me.”

“That’s the only thing that brings me joy is wishing you weren’t here. But I must as that is my job, and I take it seriously.” Elise, she was in charge of keeping everything smooth on the ground, just as the elders instructed her. She was a smart woman and she took pride in that, just when Otoya was around it was like the pride was washed away from his stupidity. 

She held open the door for Otoya. “Thank you, Elise.” He bowed to her before entering the building with the high elders. 

All the five elders were sitting in their chairs, high from everybody else. One stood out, he was in the middle with the highest chair out of everybody. The one with the most respect from the other. 

“Do you want to shed some light on us?” One came down from their chair, standing to the left of him. “Being honest would be the best option for you, Eita. 

These five were the only people who got to call him by his first name, he couldn’t say anything about it, and he hated it. 

Otoya Eita wasn't just any normal person in the tribe; he was one of the few who got the blessing from the elders. With that he had to be watched like a hawk. Even with the blessing, this wasn’t the only reason he was treated with some sort of respect. His parents were unknown, which led to him being taken in by the elders. They were like his parents, while other people feared them, he didn’t cause he saw their true side. 

“What do you want me to say?” He shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands in his pockets. 

“Who is this girl?” The elders ask, leaning forward in his chair. His elbow resting on his thigh with his head in his palm as he looked down at the boy. 

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“I passed!!” A teenage girl was jumping up and down. Looking at a paper you have read about three times now. You shoved it in your friend's face as if this was new news. “Look Tabito!” 

“Calm down,” Karasu Tabito, your best friend, laid one his hand on your shoulder preventing you from jumping anymore. “I’m glad for you.” With his other hand, he pushed your glasses up to the bridge of your nose, a smile on his face seeing how happy you were. 

“Now we can put every ounce of our time to research and college!” You gave him a warm smile, holding his hand in yours as a promise. 

He softly laughs, “Yes we can. I’ll help you with anything you need, {Y/n}.” He lets go of your hand to ruffle your hair, making it more of a mess than it already was from the relentless stress. 

A lot of people at school never knew why Karasu, one of the best-looking guys in high school, chose to associate himself with someone like you. The girl who wasn’t the prettiest, someone who didn’t stand out in a crowd of women in heels and makeup. Yet, for some reason he clung to you as if you were gold the crow was looking for in a place full of lifeless pieces. 

Now the two of you were going to college together, fulfilling another promise the both of you made when you were young. One more step close to a bigger moment. 

The two of you walked down the halls to your lockers, which were right next to each other (as requested by Karasu). Stares followed the both of you as you walked closer today, they weren’t normal stares, they were full of jealousy and Karasu wanted to protect your innocent life as if already didn’t know everything. 

“We’re going to college together, Tabito. Can you believe that?” You couldn’t stop thinking back on the paper; you have been accepted into your dream college with little pay. 

“And you better not leave me behind when people praise you, {Y/n}.” He pointed a finger right in front of your cheek, lightly tapping it when you turned to him, “If you do then…”

“There is no ‘no ifs’,” You cut him off, “We will stick together. Remember, if you aren't there, then it is no dream of mine.” 

“Aww, well aren’t you the sweetest, {Y/n}.” Karasu tried his best to act nonchalant, but on the inside his head and heart was completely melting. He knew you shared the same dream, you have always been with him and vice versa. Hearing you say it aloud did something to him, made him feel like he was the only man on earth meant for you, as if he could defeat the world if anything came in your path. With you he felt like he was at home, and that was going to be cherished forever between you two. That's what he wanted. 

He drops you off at your apartment door, saying your goodbye and goodnight. You watch him as he goes to the elevator before you walk back to your home. You dump your bag at the door, taking off your shoes as you stumble in your apartment. 

You lay face first on the couch, taking off your glasses to set them on the coffee table. With a heavy sigh, your eyes naturally close; it’s been a long day and you wanted it to be over. With all the exams this past week, you deserved a nice long rest on the couch.

⋆♱𓆩𓆪♱⋆

“What girl?” Otoya mumbled to himself, walking out of the elders temple. “There is no human girl,” He kicks the dirt under his feet. “No one at all.” 

He walks to his little home that was made just for him. He lays on the couch, taking out his phone to see if anything exciting was happening. It was all the same old news, both for the vampires and humans. 

“I just want to see a human again.”

“I just want to see a vampire again.”

Vampires were aware of humans, they knew more about humans than humans did about vampires. They hid themselves from the world, but they weren’t distant from it. Sure, vampires lived in forests and humans lived in cities, but that didn’t mean they were completely cut off from each other. 

a/n: aaaa, so excited for this series.

[antennaed-kenzy]

Sweetest Sin Vampire Otoya AU

The night was dark, it was cold. But bloodlust was way stronger that night, for the two of them.

When Otoya ventures to far out the forest he encounters a girl, she looked heavenly, to him she looked like the apple he would dig his teeth into for the sweet taste. {Y/n}, a scientist who goes out of her way to find and clue if they exist, doing anything in her power to find them and capture them so she could act upon her revenge, a sin she would commit over and over.

taglist,

Vampire's _ Scientist

Table of Contents

Chapter 00. Differences

Chapter 01. Hiring Process

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

a/n: this was brewing in my noggin, and I wanted to do a series. Then I was like, "OMG what is Otoya was a Vampire!" And this came to mind. It's kinda cringey, so beware if you dare to continue

[lisecent]

a friend shared a cyuuuuuute quiz w/ me & i thought it was just absolutely adorbs! ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ｡꒱ა

tagging my darlings who i think might enjoy it~

— @vutopia @ichikoz @mauuri @mwarlyn @teataglia @suntoru @tetzoro @tetsuskei @strawberrystepmom

Love Pawsona

[ayaswrld]

ty somi, this was pretty fun lol

anyways someone tell me if they think its accurate pls

npt: @pureomi @nursedflowers

[pureomi]

TY AYA!! your tags are so fun :D

np tags!! @ruruumin @wholemeallbread @vellichorira

[waitingonmyletter]

[🌹]: ahhh, i love these tag games sm!!! thanks for the tag, ishika!!

no pressure tags!: @yoichiin @lizbix @adoresia @xcruelprincessx @everfallenwings @rindreamery @vmlnrzmp4 @kaisentine @wholemeallbread + anyone who wants to join! (sorry if you've been tagged before)

[yoichiin]

thank you, ira !! wahhh so many fun tag games not enough moots :((

tags: @antennaed-kenzy @mirrology and anyone that wants to (no pressure <3)

[antennaed-kenzy]

Thanks for the tag <3 !!!

This was fun , hard to pick some options. No pressure tags @etherealrin @ anyone else who wants to <333

[antennaed-kenzy]

so early I was screaming ( without the S ) I love him so much

[antennaed-kenzy]

Lavender

❀ Nanase Nijiro x Fem!reader

❀ Warnings: blood, death, pressing parents, not proofread

❀ Misc: Word count: 4.0k+ I'm no in love with this one it's crazy.

❀ Lavenders are peaceful can calm the soul and the smell warms your body.

A princess was awaiting the arrival of guards to choose from. She sat on her throne, just below her parent's throne. Her left leg crossed over her right, her mind running elsewhere not being mentally present. She didn’t want to be physically present either, wanting to be with her friends and explore the town with them. Yet she was here, waiting for some guards so her parents don’t always he to be on guard. 

The big French doors swung open, two people walked in to hold the doors open for the rest. The princess of Japan sitting straight on her throne to watch the crowd walk into the room, taking seats to watch her pick a guard for herself. 

She could hear her parents judging the guards who had just walked in. There were five of them in a line, standing right in front of the family for the world to see. Cameras were all around the throne room, people sitting in chairs that had a typewriter in front of them to document this moment in history. 

“{Y/n}, are you just going to sit on your throne?” Her mother leaned forward, whispering in her daughter's ear. “Go look at you eligible guards.”

With a roll of her eyes, {Y/n} got up from her throne walking down the three steps to be on the same level as everyone. Eyes shifted toward the princess, all awaiting in anticipation for her pick. Some of the guards were people's sons, siblings, and friends. Right now this was the highest honor a male could achieve.

{Y/n} stopped at the person on the farthest left, eyeing him up and down. He seemed to be sweating from nervousness. ‘He’s out.’ She noted not giving him another glance. She moved on to the next person.

The next male seemed to be calm and collected as she eyed him up and down. ‘Too awkward.’ Or he was just too tense to be able to move, which made him seem fine from afar. ‘Pass.’

Now the third person. He seemed to be the youngest of the other males, around her age if not a little younger. Age didn’t throw her off, if he could protect her then what else is it to do? {Y/n} eyes him up and down just like she had with the rest. Though unlike the rest he was calm and collected, he wasn’t tense, his body was relaxed and calm. ‘An option.’ She gave him a small nod before moving to the next in line. 

The fourth person– “Do I know you?” she whispered to the male in front of her.

“Yes, Princess.” He didn’t give her much information, keeping his mouth shut when she asked for a name. 

‘An option.’ 

Now the last person, he was the oldest out of the five, even appealing older than the Emperor. Again age wasn’t a big factor, if she could be protected then that was all– snorers? ‘Is this old geezer asleep?’ His eyes were open, but the sounds from his mouth portrayed his mummers. ‘Pass.’ 

With the being out of the way, {Y/n} walked back to her throne just below her parents. She adjusted her kimono, looking down at the five. “You,” She pointed to the person on the left, “Leave.” Her tone was low, carrying no remorse for the person she cast away. 

The person that was beside the said male sighed of relief, too soon for a sigh of relief when a finger was pointed his way. “You–” Her finger traveled from him to the oldest on the right, “And you leave.” The eldest needed to be dragged out as he wasn’t stepping from his position. 

“Now,” she crossed her legs, her hand resting on top of them. “Two left.” The sounds of typewriters went off as she talked. “How would we like to decide?” 

“A dual!” Her father behind her stood up from his throne, his hand high in the air grabbing the people's attention. “You shall decide with a dual.”

“Dad!” {Y/n} jumped up from her chair, turning around to face her father in the eyes. “You’re crazy! I don’t want them to hurt each other for me!” She yelled at her father, pointing back to the boys who seemed clueless about the situation at hand. 

“Don’t worry, they will be using wooden katanas,” The prince points for a butler to grab from the practice swords. He cups his daughter's hands into his own, “I want you to pick the correct one. The one that can actually protect you.”

{Y/n} takes her hand away from her fathers. The reason everyone was here was because of her father and it all could easily have been avoided if not for the father being so persistent in making sure his daughter was alright. 

The two men at the bottom were each given the same type of sword. Each is in a fighting stance, their legs wide and arms straight with the sword in front of them.

With the word being echoed throughout the throne room, the two men and the bottom swung their swords at each other. One blocked while the other attacked, it was back and forth and so far no one had gotten hit. 

“Just say the word, {Y/n}.”

“Fight!” 

The sounds of wood clanking against wood worried {Y/n}, though not to the extent of the one to be hurt, but rather to the people being too close to the battle. Her [e/c] gaze watched the whole room, though her vision would single on the younger male around her age. She liked his fighting style, he was strong in every step and confident carried in every swing. He seemed to want to win her over, he wanted to be her personal imperial guard. 

{Y/n} watched it go on a little longer, looking back at her father who was analyzing every move and strike. He seemed to be more interested than her, and the fight was meant for her. She came to the conclusion that this fight was also for the purpose of making her father happy and knowing whoever she chooses, she will be safe. 

“Stop!” {Y/n} yells through the throne room, every gaze shifted to the princess. 

The two men down below held their swords in the position it was in the air. Moving their heads to watch her walk down the stairs toward the two of them. “Take them away,” she snapped to a butler. 

Their swords were taken away, the two looked at each other for a split second and then back at her. Neither of them had time to make their sword contact with the other body, yet here they were being stopped. Their strength is not fully tested. 

“You,” She stopped at the last step. She extended her arm, her index finger pointing toward the male just about her age. 

The boy got on one knee, her arm resting on his knee while the other pressed on the ground, facing down to the checked pattern. The other man followed doing the same thing, though he was not called out to. 

The room was quiet, she didn’t say another word to the two. The crowd leaned forward in the chairs as they waited for something to spill. The Emperor and Empress watched their daughter, lips sealed, breath tight in their chest. Everyone was awaiting the decision. 

{Y/n} walked close to the guards, standing right in front of them, her kimono now in their line of sight beside the checkered floor. Each of them awaiting a response, their faces were sweaty, their bodies jittery on the inside. 

This was an important moment in each of their lives, even if it was for a different reason. This is a moment to remember. Though not for {Y/n}, she could be with her friends in town, yet she is deciding between two guards to pick from. 

“Here you go princess,” a butler whispered to her. The two guards are waiting to hear the sound of something ruffling on cloth. 

The younger of the two felt a slight weight on his left shoulder, then on his right shoulder. ‘A katana?’ He lifted his head to see the princess standing in front of him with a katana stretched out to him. ‘Me?’

“You, what is your name?” The blade was in front of the other guard who lifted his head from the ground. 

“I’m sorry, princess. I can not disclose that information to you,” He bowed his head in apology.

“May you be so kind as to share why you can't say your name?” The way she spoke toward him was flat and anonymous. 

“I’m sorry, princess. I can not share why,” He bowed his head lower this time, though he didn’t seem as sorry as before. 

“Then leave,” She twisted the sword to the flat side, the reflection of the chandelier could be seen from the polished blade. 

The guard got off his knee, bowing at a 90-degree angle to her, then toward her parents in appreciation for his effort and being able to be a close second. “Have a nice rest of your life, princess.” With that, he left the throne room, a guard of the castle guiding his way out of the maze that they lived in. 

The room erupted in cheers toward the winner– well the newly chosen guard for the princess of Japan. Some flowers were thrown out as though it were all a show to begin with. The empress and emperor arise from their seat to get a closer look at the new guard. 

“Tell me, choose. What is your name?” {Y/n} asked, not looking at him as she gave the sword back to the butler to be able to be stored away for other uses. 

The new guard stiffed, “Nanase Nijiro!” He rushed out his name through his mouth, bowing below a 90-degree angle to show his grace and gratitude. 

{Y/n} turned her head around, her body following the movement. “Don’t be so pent up. You have just won a big opportunity,” she bowed her head slightly toward him.

“Someone show this boy to his room!” The emperor announced, speaking to any guard in the room that was under them. 

“No,” His daughter raised a hand to her father's face. “I will show him to his new room,” Her [e/c] gaze looked at her father dead in the eye. He could only nod, settling down the guards that had jumped at the offer. 

“Follow me,” She walked a little ahead, when now hearing footsteps behind her she turned around to her new guard, Nanase. “Nanase, I was talking to you.” 

He nodded, following the lady along. Walking just behind her, yet giving her distance so as to not leach to his new boss. The two walked in silence for a while, Nanase watching her face. One face whirled him in a daze, when they walked passes the smell of lavender, she seemed to smile, he had yet to see her smile before this moment. The smile didn’t go away till they could no longer smell the floral scent of the flowers that seemed to be somewhere along the path. 

“Here is your room, Nanase,” {Y/n} pointed to the doors. Nanase standing there looking in amazement. “Are you going to open them?” 

“Oh!” He breathed, opening the door to his new living quarters for as long as he knew. 

{Y/n} followed behind him, ‘Has he never seen something so lavish?’ She questioned herself, seeing his wide eyes that looked around the room, his amazed smile that didn’t leave his face as he explored. 

The [h/c]-haired stood by his doors as he walked around the room. Exploring every inch. He had a massive bed that was like clouds to lie in, he had his own bathroom, huge clothes that would fit his clothes, and then some. An area where he could put his gear, a desk to study at if he must. A bookshelf could place many books if he’d like. He could place so many more items if he would like. 

Everything in here was his for who knows how long. 

Nanase ears perked up when hearing soft chuckles echo in his half-furnished room. ‘Is she laughing?’ He saw her covering her mouth, her body language though betraying as she tried to hide her small sounds of laughter. 

“You’re funny, Nanase.”

Heat rushed to his ears, his body stiff like a tree. “Thank-thank you, princess,” He mumbled over his words. Rubbing his nape, trying to hide the embarrassment that was washing over him. 

“Wanna see my room?” She asked, stepping out his bedroom door. Nanase nodded vigorously as he followed her across the hall. “You’re not supposed to see it on the first day. But for you, I’ll make an exception.” 

Nanase felt like the luckiest guy on earth. He was close to the princess, where he could touch her—heck, he would always be this close to her—unless something happened to her or him. He got a huge room to sleep in, right across from the princess, and could see her room. He even made her chuckle. There was more where that came from. 

Her wide doors open, and so do a pair of light purple eyes. The two walk into the room, Nanase stopping at the door that is still wide open. {Y/n} walks to her bed, adjusting her kimono before sitting down delicately to not ruin the work of the maids. 

“Your room is huge!” His head went from left to right, up to down. Looking around her whole room with his light purple eyes that shined under the light from her window that gazed out to a garden. 

He took further steps in the room, the doors closing behind him. The sound made him jolt, the female smiling at him. He walked around her room, not daring to walk in a door that was closed. As he did a little exploring he looked out into the balcony. Looking down he saw a small flower garden. 

‘Pretty,’ He leaned on the railing, looking upon the small garden. 

{Y/n} got up from her bed, occupying her new imperial guard on the balcony. She looked at him, he looked pleased by the sight, his purple eyes mirroring the flowers that were planted. “Aren’t they a sight to behold?” She asks, leaning her back on the railing, looking in her room. 

He looked up from the flower, her whole frame in his line of sight. “Oh,” His cheeks were the same color as a few flowers in the garden. “They are, Princess.” He spoke softly to her, almost in a whisper. 

“Wanna see something that unbelievable?” He turned her head to face him, a small smile present, warming the boy's heart. 

Nanase nodded his head, following her back into her room. She shut the doors to the balcony, to keep the air from the inside from infiltrating her room. “Follow me.” With that he two walked out of her room, down the halls. The smell of those lavenders was stronger as they took a turn. 

The small smile grew a little bigger as the smell became more prominent. Going down a set of stairs that led outside– purple spread fast throughout the yard. The black-haired male almost lost his footing when he stepped a little too far on the field. 

{Y/n} sat on her knees, smelling the lavenders. Nanase watched her, his body beating faster than when he was elected by her. His heart dragged him by her side, his knees folding as he sat beside her. His breath skipped a few takes as he couldn’t take her eyes off her. 

The way she deals with the flowers, touching them so delicately as though it was glass, smelling the lavenders as though the smell wasn’t always with her. Her [e/c] eyes glistered at the flowers as if the garden didn’t stretch for yards. Her breaths were tranquil, as though the flowers felt compassion for her, the lavender understanding her and talking to her. 

“Nanase,” She whispered under her breath. “I didn’t need a guard,” She halfway looked at him, still the lavender in her touch soft delicate touch. “My father had been worried about me when I go out. He thinks I can’t take care of myself, and it pisses me off.” She sighs, “I think I needed a friend, and that’s why I chose you. When you were fighting with that man, I could tell you didn’t want to hurt him. You were fighting for survival, while he on the other hand was fighting to win my vote. If he needed to hurt you, then he would have.”

Looking back at the fight, she was right. Nanase didn’t want to hurt the guy, he just wanted to survive and leave the fight without any marks even if he did lose, yet here he is. By her side, being told his traits he knew. In the possibility that he did lose, he would try any other way to be here with her. Just as she wanted a friend, he wanted to be that friend. 

Quiet– it was quiet. The castle not a sound, the flowers in the garden being swished back and forth by the soft wind. The only sound was the soft breaths of Nanase as he tried to sleep. It was his first night at the castle, and he couldn’t fall asleep. 

Sitting up in bed, he rubbed his temple between his index and thumb. His body slumped over looking down at the brown wood floors. He genuinely couldn’t sleep on his first day. Why not be a guard at her door, If he is not sleeping, then he best be doing his job. 

Standing in front of her French doors, a sword by his side, half gears up in his guard attire. The halls were quiet, and at this hour no one was expected to be awake, not even a maid. So why expect there to be a stranger walking in the castle for their own reasons? 

Creak

Nanase quickly turned around upon hearing the creak of the door. His hand was at the hilt just in case. “Oh, Princess,” He sighed a relief when he saw the princess peak her head out. 

“Can you not sleep, Nanase?” She asks, her voice barely audible. 

He gave her a nod, not wanting a conversation as she seemed tired. Though saying nothing didn’t help her drowsy voice from speaking. “Come,” she orders. Oprong her door a little wider for her imperial guard to enter. 

{Y/n} lays back in her bed. Looking at her guard, he stood by the door closing it and then not moving from his spat. She patted a spot in the bed, telling her to come over. Taking a gulp, he walked toward the side of the bed she wasn't lying on. 

Being cautious with his actions, he carefully took of his gear, setting to the side. Putting his sword on the bedside. He sat on her bed, it felt like clouds, his back making contact with the sheets he had not pulled back. 

Unlike when he was lying in his bed, his purple-colored eyes got heavy. His body drifting away from the present moment, he had forgotten he was lying in the princess bed. Felt like he was lying in a field of peace and tranquility, just like the lavender garden.

Nanase was walking alongside the princess. They were walking in town and she was with her friends, just as it was supposed yesterday. He didn’t let her walk too far off as instructed by the emperor and empress of Japan. Keeping an hawks on her as she walked in store after store with her friends. 

Not even once letting her out of arms reach, but it’s not like the people would approach her anyway. Everyone seemed too shy to greet the princess, whether it be her looks, or the way she presented herself as stand-offish. They all gave their gaze and attention, but not their voice to her.

Each bag she bought, he did carry for her, it not being a problem. He was stong and he needed to show her that, he wasn’t built just for survival, but for strength and battle. He could and will be there for her in the heat of anything, just as the lavenders touched a part of her soul no one had seen before. 

Her friends giggled with each other, {Y/n} forcing every muscle to move, to be able to smile with them, forcing out a laugh. ‘Why is she lying?’ Nanase lips frown, seeing the princess wasn’t having fun, but a way to escape from the castle. Walking closer to her, making sure she knew she did have someone to lean on and be with. 

“I better go back to the castle,” {Y/n} grabs her friend's attention as she bows slightly to them. “I’ll see you guys another time.”

Nanase bowed his head to the ladies before following behind the princess. Mummers were heard from the crowd as they watched the princess leave the village, seeming to go back to her home. A palace she doesn't escape from often, yet this time she can’t wait to go back. 

The garden full of lavenders awaited their caretaker and her personal guard. She had a bucket of water in her hand, along Nanase carrying one as well. They walked to the garden to water the flowers. It was a peaceful activity and it was better when you had someone to help– well someone that cared for the flowers just as much as her. 

The lavenders now dripping in water, she laid the buckets aside, sitting on the dirt to be with the lavenders. “I’m not the person you think I am, Nanase.” Her hands wrapped around a flower, “I’m not just a princess.” She faced him, the flower in her grasp, “Don’t believe what other people have to say about me.”

“{Y/n},” He dropped to his knees. Taking her hands away from her grip on the flower, him not gripping her hand between them. “I don’t care. I am your guard. I will listen to every order to you give me. I will be at your service even in your doubtful moments, in the moment where you lost all hope call out my name and I will be by your side. Princess {Y/n}, I am under your control and I don’t mind.”

Blood splattered on the flowers. Nanase gazed at the sight, his purple eyes– his eyes that reminded her of the lavenders looking down at them, the ones covered in blood. “Princess?!” He looked to his hands that no longer held hers. 

“People want us dead, Nanase. My dad thought I couldn’t protect myself.” 

‘My sword?’ It was in her hands. ‘How? When?’ Blood stained the shinning blade. It wasn’t her blood nor his, but rather the victim's blood. He got up from the dirt ground, looking past the princess to see a familiar man, a man he in his mind had lost against. 

“Tell me,” The man dropped to his knees, blood gushing out of his shoulder. “What is your name?” The blood-stained blade pointed between his brown eyes. 

“Princess, I cannot disclose the information to you.” He held his shoulder, his hand covered in his blood. He didn’t sound scared though, he kept his calm composure like last time. 

Nanase couldn’t move, his legs were quivering at the sight of her. She was deadly. Is this what she meant? The princess can be a killer? The princess didn’t really need someone like him. Was he just there as a support?

The blade was taken from the princess's hand, nicking the male face in the process. Nanase held his sword in front of him, looking at his opponent who was weak in his knees. Blood all over the lavenders. Her lavenders. 

“Why not?”

“I cannot.”

Gritting his teeth, he swung the sword toward the man and wasn’t stopped by anyone. This moment he protected his princess, not the other way around. He was a friend, he was her guard. He was hers. 

His is her lavender, he is her pure soul, he is her savior, he is her calmness, he will devote her life to her. He already has devoted himself to his princess. 

a/n: so locked in they call me rin with his tongue hanging out. I love this one so much I Love Nanase

[antennaed-kenzy]

why does the weather have to be so damn bi-polar. Like be hot of cold. Don't tempt me, don't mess with me. last week it was in the 50 and this week it's like below 20 degrees Freiheit. Like make up your mind weather!!!!

[antennaed-kenzy]

Red Rose

❀ Mikage Reo x gn!reader

❀ Warnings: fluff, established relationship, everyone is of age, not proofread

❀ Misc: Word count: 2.2k+ Stronger than ever. Series

❀ Red Roses are the flower of love and passion.

Red roses are gifted to loved ones, they symbolize passion and love, well that’s the broad meaning at least. Mikage Reo was standing and your door, an arrangement of red roses in his hand. Looking at his watch over and over checking the time for reassurance. He didn’t want to be too early but didn’t want to be late. Each had their own means for his reason that swarmed his brain.  

In the house he was looking at, you were ready– well almost all ready to leave. You were trying on jewelry that went with your floor-length red dress. You rummaged through your jewelry box till you found the piece you were looking for, a necklace with a real dried rose petal trapped in resin.

Outside still, Reo was at her door. He mustered up the courage to knock on her door. You put on your heels, rushing to your door as you struggled. Opening with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.  

“Here,” Reo held the bouquet between them, “I heard you liked red roses.” He tilted his head to the side so you could see, flashing a smile. 

“Oh, I don’t like red roses.” When Reo heard you say those words, his heart dropped to the floor, did he hear the person wrong then? “I love red roses!” You beamed, grabbing the flowers from his hand. His heart bounced back in place, and a sigh of relief left his mouth. “I love them so much. The symbolize behind them, is how they make you feel when they are gifted to a loved one.”

Taking the flowers in the house, leaving Reo at the wide open door. “Let me put these in a vase.” You looked through the kitchen cabinets, finding a vase to divide the flowers in. You found a few perfect vases, matching the color. You put some water in them, with the flowers next. Laying them on the counter to place elsewhere when you get back. 

Reo watched you walk back to him, a smile on your face. He saw the flowers on the kitchen counter, seeing how you took care of them. You taking care of the flowers, just as he wants to take care of you. 

“Ready to go?” Reo extended his arm out to you.

“Ready as ever,” With a big smile, you linked her arms around your dates. You let him guide you to his car. He let go of you, opening the door. Grabbing your hand he helped you in the passenger seat. 

He walked around, your eyes watching him as he took a seat on the driver's side of his expensive Rolls Royce. You had no clue where he was taking you, but you didn’t question him. If he wanted to keep it a secret, then you respected his wishes. As he said, “a special date with his special lady.”

Reo kept his hand on the steering wheel, though his eyes traveled to you. Seeing you look out the window, your eyes following the trees that pass by. The two of you did love each other, having been dating for a month today, but it still felt new. Reo had difficulties showing how much he did love you, not wanting to go overboard and you leave him.

They came to a spot in a parking lot with a bunch of cars that cost just as much as Reo’s. Getting out of the driver's seat, he walked to your side opening the door for you, his hand out to grab. You fixed your floor-length red dress, Reo holding your hand when you were done. Looking up at the name of the building, [e/c] eyes widened in shock seeing where they went. One of the best places to eat in Tokyo, along with it being on the expensive side as well. 

“You look a lot better than anyone else here,” Reo whispered to you, a smile from ear to ear as he looked you up and down. Hand in hand the two of you walked to the entrance of the restaurant. 

The hostess greeted them, making the two of you follow her to your seats. Reo pulled your chair before he sat in his own in front of you. Looking around at the interior design, you were amazed having seen nothing of the sort. Sure you had seen the outside plenty of time, always wondering if you could walk inside, and now here you were, with the man of your dreams. Where you were treated like a princess. 

Reo and {Y/n} were looking through the menus they were given when they sat at the table. Neither said a word as they looked for what they wanted to eat. The only words they spoke since they got their menus were the orders they put in when the waiter came around. 

It’s not like it was awkward– well it was a little awkward. The two just didn’t know what to say to each other. They didn’t go to the same college so they couldn’t talk about what they shared there, they both grew up very different so nothing to bond over in that aspect. Yet, people say opposites attract and they both have yet for that to click. 

One thing was for sure, even if they didn’t say it was much, the two of you did really love one another. After a while of waiting in silence, the waiter arrived with their drinks in hand. You ordered red wine while Reo got orange juice. 

“I didn’t know you drank?” Reo says, seeing you take a sip of the red wine. 

“Well, when you are surrounded by wine in your childhood, you want to try some in your adult years,” You responded, the wine glass leaving your lips as you set it down on the table one more. 

“Your mom drinks wine?” He asks, raising a brow. From the times he had met your mother, he had never once seen her as the person to drink wine. 

You nodded your head, Reo questioning the reality of how he sees your mother. “Yup, she is a wine taster. That’s a side job of hers.”

Reo interlocked his fingers, placing his chin on top of his hand. “Really, that seems like a cool job,” You had seemed to pique his interest.

“It’s ok. She comes home with wine something though, which isn’t bad. I’ve tried a few, and they aren’t bad.” You smile, taking another sip of the red wine. 

This simple conversation was the leeway for them to open up and talk about more things. Conversation from left to right, random topics they each shared an interest in, or about the colleges they attended, more about their childhood and how people from two different lives can come together. Bring up their interest, such as Reo wanting to win a world cup with his best friend Nagi who you meet a few times. Your interest in wanting to open up a bakery one day. 

Their college life was different, everyone loved Reo at his college, he had great grades and excelled above the rest. He was good at what he did, at any sport. You, on the other hand, weren’t the prettiest girl at your school, but everyone loved who you were. Your personality outstretched anything, you weren’t in the top five but a lot of people knew your name.

Two people on opposite ends of the stick, one as the rose, the other as the thorns.

The two ended up talking the rest of the night. Reo paid the bill and they sat for a few more minutes before they left, still talking as they walked out of the restaurant. Reo took you around the streets of Tokyo, the two of you talking. Now never running out of topics to spew on about. From their first time meeting at the park to even moments they went through as of now. 

The two lovebirds didn’t realize how far they had walked from the restaurant parking lot. The only reason they stopped walking was because of the heels you wore for the night, you had no idea you were going to walk with him this long, yet here you are being carried in his arms. 

Reo laid you in the passenger seat of his Rolls Royce. He made sure you were completing in his car before shutting the door. You didn’t have to move a muscle, just like the Roses sitting in their vases at your house. 

He dropped you off at your house, giving you one last kiss for the night as he won’t be able to see you tomorrow. You stared at the door for a while, Reo looking at you oblivious– oh. 

Your date got out of his driver's seat walking in front of the car to your side. Reo opened the door for you, his hand out to grab for leverage. Not letting go of your hand when you place it in his, he walks you to your apartment door. Opening the door for you. 

“I had a wonderful time with you, my love.”

You stand at the door, looking at your boyfriend. A smile on his cherry lips and his purple eyes spoke to your soul– to your heart that was calling out toward him. He was the sun, you were his red rose. You leaned toward the sun, and the sun welcomed you. You were the only flower in the plenty that needed the sun more than the rest, and he was there to lend you the light to grow. 

“Night, Reo,” You gave him a kiss on the top of his head. Closing the door behind you, a giddy smile stretched from ear to ear. 

He was yours, no one else. Mikage Reo, the richest man in Japan was in love with you. He is your sun, and you are the rose he wishes to keep safe. 

You slide down your door, taking off your heels, though you don’t get up yet. You think about today and everything the two of you talked about, how he carried you back to the car, how he walked you to the door even now. 

Looking up to the kitchen counter were the red roses in their respective vases. You were able to fit about 3 to 4 flowers in the vase from the 20 that was in the bouquet. You strip off your dress, changing into comfy pajamas that you threw on the couch for this specific moment. 

———

Reo was texting you at practice, he couldn’t– or he didn’t want to put his phone down. All his friends were teasing him about you. Asking how yesterday went, he couldn’t keep you a secret from anyone. His friends knew about you, his classmates knew about you, to make matters worse everyone wanted to see you in person and not through photos on his phone. 

You were at home, giggling at your phone when you saw a text from your boyfriend pop up. You legs up in the air kicking back and forth, twirling your hair in your fingers. You were a love-sick teenager and you never wanted this feeling to stop. 

Ring!

Your doorbell?

Getting up from the couch you walk to your door. You peeped through the peephole you didn’t see anyone outside. You crack open the door, looking from left to right no one was there. Facing down on your doorstep, there is was. 

‘Red roses?’ You bend down to grab the scatter of roses. They weren’t wrapped paper to keep them together, no they were scattered on the ground as if someone threw them. You see a message attached to one of the roses. 

“I plucked every thorn for you. I took off every imperfect petal for you. I would do it over and over again though. I don’t care if it hurt my hand or if it hurt my heart. For you, I would do it over and over again. For you to be happy, for you to display them and not be hurt by the thrones, to see the petals you don’t want to rip off. I did it all for you, my treasure.” – You’re boyfriend till the end, Reo <3

You didn’t know what to feel. Reo did this for you. He cherished you so much he took the hard task out of the way. Your eyes well, water dripping on the paper. You simply couldn't help but cry, though it wasn’t the sadness, but rather out of pure bliss for him.

Reo the man in your wildest dreams had given you your favorite flowers in the world. You felt blessed to have someone like him in your life, let alone him only wanting you in his life. Red Roses, the reason you loved red roses was cause you never thought someone could match the aspect of how they make you feel, yet here Reo is making you feel even better than the sight of the flower. 

He was the flower and you were his sun, looking down on him as he followed– or I guess you could be the flower, the sun looking down on what has grown. 

a/n: not going to live, I procrastinated the hell out of this one. It took so long. But I did it Yohoo!! No, but like seriously why did it take me so long

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୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ sugar.

the raindrops fall in thick and heavy cascades, dancing across the now wet cement of the sidewalk. the sky is bitterly gray, ominous clouds littering above. the wind is ferocious and threatens to blow one away. itoshi rin stands under the overhang of the school’s entrance, hesitant to step out. it’s absolutely pouring, and rin sighs: what a wonderful day it was to forget his umbrella. soccer practice was indefinitely cancelled in this weather as well, leaving rin with no choice but to trudge home alone whilst it rained absolute buckets on him.

and he’s about to do just that, halfway out the glass doors, when he hears someone call his name. it’s you, brandishing a pastel pink umbrella in your hands, beaming at rin as if he was the greatest thing you’d ever laid eyes on.

rin suddenly thinks you’re an angel—his one and only savior—and a sight for sore eyes, his heartbeat erratically spiking as you draw nearer.

your laugh is a light and melodic sound as you tease him: “rin, don’t tell me you were planning to walk home in that!”

“i mean, practice is cancelled” rin replies. it’s making him dizzy, in the best way possible, you’re standing so close to him and the scent of your sweet perfume is intoxicating. rin thinks that he’s hooked.

“…let’s go get ice cream!” is your only response, eyes lighting up giddily like a kid.

“in that?” rin parrots your earlier bewildered tone, gesturing at the natural disaster occurring outside.

“you know you want to,” you tug at the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling him under your pale pink umbrella. “plus, you’ll probably win again anyway.”

rin’s aware of how odd the scene must look right now; him, dressed in mostly blacks and gray, dark hair and stormy eyes, following you, a little bundle of sunshine, and your umbrella in all its pink glory. he thinks he’s like a stray cat that you enjoy adopted, his unwavering loyalty to you from the fact that you saved him. it didn’t help that he was far taller and having to bend over a bit to stay dry, spiky bangs brushing against your ear as he does so.

and rin knows he’d happily follow you wherever you went, even if you decided to walk straight off a cliff, so he stops arguing and wordlessly takes the umbrella from you, holding it at a more suitable height.

he’s rewarded with another one of your smiles, the ones that make him weak to his knees and wonder if you gave everyone else that same grin. he secretly hopes that he’s special, that you wouldn’t smile like that for any other guy.

you’re the sugar to his bitter, the sweet to his salt, and rin can’t recall how or when he fell for you. all he knows is this: as you drag him towards the corner store that sells his favorite popsicles, itoshi rin is eternally grateful for you. when rin bites into the popsicle, he smiles softly; he’s won again. strangely enough, he’s always a winner when he’s with you.

maybe you bring him luck, maybe he’s just happy that you’re there and that you care. one day, he’ll be able to articulate how he feels, how you make him feel, and he’ll love you right. but for now, this would have to do: the closeness between him and you under a pink umbrella, fingers inches away from intertwining, neither of you sure how to make the first move.

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