#shall we date fluff

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Mammon with a short s/o hc’s

Genre: Fluff Warnings: None lmao Scenario: read the title lol

So I had this idea in the back of my mind lmao and thought it would be fun to write out so I hope you all enjoy lmao.

~Admin Hurricane

The first time mammon saw you he thought you were one of the least intimidating things he’s ever seen

That is, until you deleted his kneecaps and yeeted him after he tried to steal your wallet lmao

From then on mammon knew not to mess with you

Ever since he found out he liked you and he will blatantly deny it smdh, he’ll stick by your side like a lost duckling and all the other demons are like ಠ_ಠ ???

Still likes to tease you tho, but won’t go to an extreme extent

for example, he probably holds things high above your head while you stuck below trying to reach it to no avail

Another example is when you guys go out to eat, he offers to grab one of those kiddie booster seats, which earned a swift kick from you

Finds it adorable when you get all pouty and you’re trying to climb onto things to be face to face with him

Whenever he wants your attention, he just picks you up and flings you over his shoulder or just rests his head on top of your head with his arms wrapped around you cause he thinks you're pocket sized lmao

If the two of you go out on dates, he has to be holding onto your hand or something because he’s scared shitless of losing you

The one time he lost you, he panicked, only for you to reappear cause you were the one that found him 

Overall mammon is just a huge protective dork 

oh my god, sir please stop panicking im not 5

When you guys cuddle, he likes using your stomach as a pillow

“Mammon get off me you’re heavy >:0”

“Noooo i dont wanna” proceeds to smush his face further into you to get closer.

If you ever steal his jacket and put it on, you’re practically drowning in it cause its too big pfff

[obeymehana]

The Coat (Lucifer x gn!MC)

still a huge sucker lucifer haha! i was dozing off the other night and thought about this, so i wrote it down. reader is gender-neutral!

it’s a shorter story, but I just wanted a small cute interaction between my fav obey me boy and mc! <3 i also wanted to write something that focused more on actions because that is my weak point when it comes to writing.

please don’t steal my story, hope you all enjoy!!

type: lucifer x gn!reader, fluff(?), just a dumb little moment 

word count: 512

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(Y/N) rushed into Lucifer’s bedroom one day, smiling at their boyfriend. He would’ve returned the expression, but he was quick to notice the look of mischief in their eyes. “Lucifer!” They exclaimed, coming closer to him. “What are you planning?” He questioned, preparing to lecture them on whatever trouble they had gotten into now. Their smile turned into a pout, “Ah, well I was hoping I could borrow your jacket!” They clasped their hands together, “Pleeeeease!” 

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, “Absolutely not.” He replied with a frown, “What would you even do with it?” He crossed his arms, refusing at first to give into their pleading look. “Mammon stole Beel’s jacket and he’s smacking the others with the sleeves.” (Y/N) explained, swaying their hips as they brought their hands behind their back, giving a bashful gesture. They knew that the action would grab Lucifer’s attention, at least by a little bit. “I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.”

It seemed to work in their favour as his glare lifted with curiosity hinted in his eyes. “Oh?” Lucifer let out a deep chuckle. “What do I get in return for lending you my coat?” He turned away from them, wanting them to beg more if they desired his coat so badly. It wasn’t everyday they begged without being tied down, he noted.

“My eternal gratitude.” (Y/N) teased.

“Not good enough.” Lucifer replied.

“Mammon’s shame!” Was their next offer, sauntering closer to him before wrapping their arms around his right arm. They looked up at him as he turned his face to meet their gaze, “And a kiss in front of all of them if I win.” (Y/N) hadn’t expected him to accept it, mostly for his dislike of public affection. Those actions were usually reserved for just the two of them.

“This sounds like it benefits you more than me.” Lucifer told them, pretending like he hadn’t already given in to their offer. With how cute they were acting, it was hard to resist the temptation that was his partner. Pulling his arm away from their grasp, he smirked smugly at their pouting face. “Does it really?” They asked sweetly, bringing their fingers to their cheek, pretending like they would cry if they didn’t get their way. They both knew (Y/N) was joking.

“However, I suppose it would get them to back off.” Lucifer said as he shrugged off his coat, throwing it over their shoulders. “Don’t destroy my coat. There will be consequences.” He enjoyed the expression of surprise coming across their face as they looked up at him. It quickly turned into a big grin as they squealed with joy. “You won’t regret it!” They jumped up, giving him a quick peck on the lips before running out of the room, the long sleeves of his coat trailing behind. It was too big on their figure, but Lucifer seemed to adore that fact.

“Mammon!” He heard their yell from the hallway.

Not too long after came a loud wack and Mammon’s cry.

Lucifer could feel his heart swell with pride. That’s his (Y/N).

[shall-we-imagine]

Mess me up. (Klaus GoldsteinxReader College AU)

When you start getting angsty feels way too late at night and you just need to write a random one shot..anyone? Just me? Okay

Genre: angst/suggestive/slight fluff

Summary: Klaus goes through a break up and turns to you, aka his bestfriend, for comfort.

(Second person point of view)

"It's okay, (Y/N). This is your last year. You can get through this." Having your own apartment with no roommates throughout college had its perks- one of them being moments like this when studying has practically driven you insane, and now you're just talking to yourself. Fun.

"I fucking hate information. Couldn't I have been created as a rock?" You huff, stretching as you decide to give yourself the hundredth break this past hour to go make yourself your thousandth cup of coffee today.

A knock on the door interrupts your plans, however.

You glance at the clock hanging on your wall. 2:30 AM. The fuck kinda asshole knocks on people's doors at this time in the morning? You sigh, but trudge to the door anyway.

Upon peeking through the peephole, you almost gasp at the unexpected guest. Your bestfriend might've been an asshole, but he certainly wasn't one to stay up that late. He cares about his health, or whatever.

Maybe he'd decided it was time to change his boring habit and spend time with the most fun person in his life, you of course. You chuckle at your own joke, pulling the door open.

But your smile falters at the sight before you.

"Klaus?! What's wrong with you?! What happened?!" Questions escape your lips before you could comprehend any of them. His mischievous, teasing eyes had been turned blank and glossy, redness and puffiness evident even at first glance. He appeared to have been crying, but that was something you'd believed impossible, for you've known Klaus since childhood, and you couldn't remember the last time you saw tears in his eyes.

"Can I come in?" He croaks, keeping his head low.

"Y-yeah, of course." You step aside, allowing him to shuffle into your messy living room and place himself on the couch.

"Um, it's a bit of a mess; I wasn't expecting y- not that I mind, I just- um..do you want some tea?" You finish your string of nonsense awkwardly.

"It's okay. I just wanted to see you." His eyes don't meet yours. Normally, Klaus would be scolding the living shit out of you for your 'pig lifestyle'; never would he have been okay with your living room looking like it'd just been hit by a tornado.

You nervously inch closer to him; it was almost like you were waiting for a bomb to explode at the slightest mistake. "Did something happen?"

"No, nothing; I'm just cosplaying a cloud." He rolls his eyes and looks at you directly for the first time.

You laugh nervously, unnerved by the lack of humor in his statement regardless of how clearly sarcastic it was. Something is very clearly off, but you didn't know how to get him to open up.

"Are you gonna keep standing there like that? Could you just sit down?"

"Oh, um.." Suddenly aware of how awkward you look, you fumble to sit next to him on the couch.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, you'd had enough of how hot your face was getting, but you weren't sure if you were supposed to ask again about what happened, so you do what everyone hates but resorts to anyway: small talk. "So..how much studying left do you have?"

"What makes you think I have any studying left? I'm already done." It was honestly hard to try to talk normally when he looked like he had a permanent pout etched into his face. You couldn't see him for the stuck up, demanding nerd he normally is.

"Klaus, seriously, what is it?"

"What is what?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I-" He seemed to have been about to continue the argument but pauses, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glued to the floor (or rather the books and papers covering the entire floor). "I don't know if I'll be able to talk about it." He sighs.

You rub your eyes with your palms in frustration and exhaustion. "Forget the tea; I'm getting the vodka." You push yourself off the couch and head to the kitchen, returning with a large bottle and two glasses filled with ice.

"Drink till you spill....information not vodka; this shit's expensive." You clink your glasses together, downing the clear liquid in one go.

You both cringe a little at the flavour before you pour more for each of you. After that second round is when his majesty had finally started speaking.

"So, you know how I'd told you I'd propose to Mila, right? I was even looking for a ring and all, right?" He stares at his third glass like he was reading his words off of it.

"Yeah?" You already knew of his girlfriend; you weren't very fond of her, but if Klaus likes her, that's the whole point, isn't it? Okay, you weren't that understanding at first, mostly because you'd started developing feelings for Klaus at around the end of middle school, but after he and Mila started dating in their first year of college, you'd given up on it and decided to remain friends with him instead, and slowly you'd felt your feelings for him fade away, helping you become more supportive of his relationship.

However, his next statement makes you wanna throw all that support out the window.

"Well, I went to visit her dorm a few hours ago." He pours himself a fourth glass, downing it before uttering any more information.

He sighs. "She was giving some dude a head." He chuckles humorlessly. "I'd suspected she was cheating, but what I didn't expect was for her to try and play it off like she had the right to- like I deserved it somehow." He slams his glass on the coffee table and reaches for the bottle, only for you to pull it away.

"What are you doing?" He grumbles, the effect of the alcohol evident in the slurring of his speech.

"Enough. I know you're upset, but it's too much; it's strong; I've only had two glasses, and I'm already struggling..you've had four!"

"I'm not telling you the rest if you don't hand it over!" He crosses his arms childishly.

You hesitate.

"Only one more, okay?" Your shakily hand him the bottle, which he gladly grabs to pour his fifth drink.

"So, what does she do? She tells me I'm bossy?! That all I ever do is control her life?!" He laughs in disbelief, "She says if I hadn't been such a pain in the ass, maybe she wouldn't have gone for another man." His laugh turns into shaky, desperate sobs. "Am I really that bad?" You doubted the question, like the rest of his speech, was even aimed at you; it was like he was only babbling and ranting to himself.

But it's not like you were gonna let him wallow in self-pity. "No, Klaus, it's her loss; don't say that-"

"She said at first I seemed perfect: rich, handsome, smart, but up close, I'm absolutely disgusting, and," he pauses, letting himself calm down slightly, which didn't even help because he still kept sobbing harshly, "and that she tried to hold on for the money, but even that couldn't prevent her other temptations."

It was absolutely ridiculous- so ridiculous, it pissed you off.

You pull the blond into your embrace, allowing him to sink into your warmth and let his tears roll freely. "Klaus, you're the biggest sweetheart I'd ever met; yeah, sure, you enjoy sarcasm more than chocolate or sex, but that doesn't make you a horrible person." Your flawed method of comforting earns laughter from the male in your arms.

"See? Who wouldn't kill for such an adorable laugh? Come on." You preach.

Gleaming purple eyes, still tainted red, stare back at you in disbelief, "Going a little too far, aren't you?"

"I'm re-inflating your huge ass ego, is it not working? I should get paid for this." You state in certainty.

"You're an idiot." He pulls himself away from you. You couldn't help the grin forming on your lips; the way his smile contradicted the trace of tears on his pink cheeks and red nose, the way his eyes glimmered in happiness though holding remnants of sadness, it all did wonders to your heart. It was a living, breathing proof that anything she breaks, you can fix- even if at your own pace.

And suddenly you begin to doubt if your feelings for that rude blond ever really went away.

"(Y/N)?" He snaps you back to the present. Has his face been always this close to yours?

"Hmm?" You attempt to shift away from him, but before you can really move away, his lips swollen, pink lips press onto yours softly.

Your eyes widen in shock, hands immediately flying to his chest and pushing him away. "Klaus?!"

"You like me, don't you?" His eyes bore into yours, forcing you to melt under his manipulating gaze. He looks like a kicked puppy, but somehow he'd managed to gain the upper hand, leaving you red and hot with embarrassment and surprise.

"Wha..what are you talking about?" You move back, creating distance between you two, but he just moves closer to you.

"I like you too; how did I never notice my attraction to you?" He sloppily traces your jawline with kisses.

You find it in you to push him away once again, trying your best to ignore your heart pounding in your chest. "Klaus, you reek of alcohol; you don't know what you're doing. Just stop."

He doesn't respond, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss, one you were unable to pull away from. Butterflies were going crazy in your stomach, matching the speedy rate your heartbeats were going at.

The taste of vodka conquered the kiss, reminding you every passing second that he doesn't mean what he's doing and that it'll be awkward in the morning and maybe for the rest of your life, but maybe this is your only chance to feel loved by him, maybe you too wanted to forget about the future for a second and get lost in the heat of the moment.

So you do.

Therefore, when he begins reaching for your shirt, sure enough, you let him. And faster than you would've imagined, your clothes piled up on the floor with the books you'd abandoned since that idiot has stepped foot into your apartment.

"You're too good to me." Lips pressed to your neck, he mumbles, his right hand caressing your bare hip and side while he uses the other for support. He bites lightly on the soft skin, making you yelp at the sudden sharp pain, but it doesn't last. He licks and sucks on the skin, etching his markings onto your neck and collarbones.

×××

Perhaps an old, hard couch wasn't the perfect place for your sexy time with your crush, but then again were you even thinking at all last night?

Certainly not.

You shamefully collect your clothes off the floor, quickly noticing the fact that Klaus's were no longer there.

"Klaus?" You call out, earning no reply.

Before you give yourself a chance to actually look around for him, a paper on your coffee table catches your attention.

"It was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Please ignore last night I wasn't myself.

Klaus xx"

"Ignore it?" You chuckle sadly, "You fucking dick."

You pour your third glass.

~~(A/N): it's currently 7 am so idk if this is terrible and I'll regret it when I wake up or not but I'm posting it anyway 😂 Also I feel like this blog is becoming don't get Klaus drunk unless you want to get into his pants then sure go ahead! Idk 😂😂 but anyway if y'all want a part 2 for this tell me lol

[shall-we-imagine]

A dare is a dare! (Yukiya ReizenxReader AU)

Requested: 33. "I'm not weird. I am limited edition." + 34. "I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned." From this prompt list.

I'm so so sorry I know you've requested this ages ago and I took forever to write it so thank you for waiting. ❤ I've been in a horrible slump lately too :/ so consider this like a warm up and hopefully I'll write something cooler soon!

Genre: Fluff + humor

(Second person point of view)

"Your turn, Scarlett! Truth or Dare?" Amelia giggles.

"Dare!" Scarlett beams proudly.

"I dare you to order us some pizza; I am honestly very hungry." Amelia, the host of the sleepover, complains.

"That's your fault." You state, Scarlett nodding in agreement.

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shoves her phone in Scarlett's face.

The blond shakes her head, but starts dialling the number anyway. "Shouldn't we order some for Yukiya too?" She wonders. Yukiya is Amelia's twin brother, and he's the only family member of Amelia's that's currently present at home; her parents are on an overnight trip of some sorts: you didn't ask for the details.

"Yeah, shouldn't we?" You turn to Amelia. Yukiya, in spite of being awfully attractive, is very shy and quiet, so you barely ever got the chance to utter more than a few words to him, if you even got to see him that is. Whenever you visited your bestfriend's house, he seemed to always keep himself locked up in that room of his. You sort of wished he didn't though, perhaps because of your undeniable crush on the blue-haired boy, just a guess though.

"Nah, he can eat leftovers if there's any." Indifferent, Amelia shrugs.

"You're so mean! I'll order one for him." Scarlett states. "Wait, what should I order for him?"

"Oh, good question!" Amelia perks up. Uh oh, that's never a good sign. "I wonder what Yukiya's favourite pizza is...(Y/N), you go ask him!" She smirks. You'd never really confessed to either of your bestfriends about the little thing you have for Yukiya, but you've always suspected they'd caught on, probably from the 'subtle' glances you'd give him whenever you get a chance to see him.

"Why me?!" Your cheeks heat up.

"It's your penalty for not doing the last dare you got." The two idiots nod eagerly, as if Scarlett's reason was very plausible.

"But this isn't fair! You turned my dare into a truth! Daring me to answer truthfully to your question isn't-"

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shouts, cutting my complaints off.

"What are you scared of?" Scarlett inches closer to me smugly.

"Nothing!" I lie. "I'm gonna go ask him; I don't have a problem with that!" I lie again. Oh god, he's gonna see straight through me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his and just know I like him.

"Do I hear wedding bells?" Amelia sighs dreamily, as I was about to exit the room.

"Stop being weird! I'm only trying to get this over with; you're not the only hungry one here, you know!"

She scrambles off the fluffy, pink rug and rushes to her dresser, quickly and sloppily putting on her sunglasses. She crosses her arms, striking a 'cool" pose, "I'm not weird. I am limited edition."

After a few seconds of Scarlett and I staring in bewilderment, the former finally nods, "Yeah, that's definitely weird."

"You're both mean!" Amelia tears off her sunglasses and places them back on the dresser before taking her place back on the rug.

You shake your head in disbelief but do not say anything, leaving Scarlett to deal with that dork. Serves her right for selling you out anyway; you chuckle to yourself.

You tentatively walk to the end of the dimly lit hallway, purposely stretching out the time it takes to reach there by slowing down your steps.

Unfortunately but inevitably, you reach your destination. Heart pounding violently in your chest, you lift your fist up to knock on his door, but retract it to rehearse your lines a few more times.

After gaining the slightest bit of confidence you won't stutter the second he opens that door, you raise your fist again, but before your knuckles could collide with the wooden door, it flings open, revealing Yukiya in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widen. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I-uhm, you know.." What are words? Cuz 'damn, you look good!' surely wasn't the correct thing I needed to say. "I- what pizza do you like?!" You blurt out, making it sound almost like a threat- like you were mugging him of his pizza preference.

Confusion spreads across his features, "Um, I like margherita? Why?"

"We're ordering pizza for you- I mean for us- I mean for all of us...including you." Yeah, go ahead, make a fool out of yourself; that's exactly what you planned to do!

He laughs. Oh god that beautiful laugh; you'd never seen him laugh before, but now he was laughing because of you. "Thanks." He smiles. Now, you might actually be hearing those wedding bells Amelia was talking about....

Speak of the devil. Amelia's door flings open, revealing the girls. "You're taking too lo- ooohhh, look at that!" The smug expressions they both wore were enough to drown you in humiliation and embarrassment.

"We already ordered the pizzas!" Scarlett exclaims and shuts the door, leaving you and Yukiya alone in the quiet hallway.

"What?! Hey! Wait, then why did you make me-" You shout but give up halfway through, knowing you'll recieve no answer anyway.

"Amelia already knows I only eat margheritas." Yukiya says quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I figured as much." You sigh, accepting defeat.

After a few moments of awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say, Yukiya breaks the silence with a gentle tone, "Well, do you wanna get a drink as we wait for the pizza?"

"Of course." You smile, and then smile even more upon viewing the way his face lit up at your agreement. Maybe you do have a chance.

You head to the kitchen, Yukiya leading the way even though you know this house about as much as he does, considering it's practically your second home. Amelia always invites you over, especially because her parents are barely ever home.

You take a seat at the dining table in their kitchen and watch as Yukiya rummages through their fridge. "Is chocolate milk okay?" He innocently holds up two small cartons of chocolate milk- the type kindergarteners would fall head over heels for.

You giggle, "Yeah, chocolate milk is perfect."

"Why are you laughing?" He sits opposite to you and hands you your carton.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just- it's cute; you're cute." The words come out before you get the chance to think them through. God, can the ground just swallow you whole right now?

A slight blush takes over Yukiya's normally pale skin, "Thanks. You're cute too." He mumbles.

Your heart did literal backflips. Well, maybe not literal, but it felt quite literal. "Thanks." You breathe out, fumbling with the chocolate milk carton in your hand before finally sticking the straw in and taking a sip of your drink.

For a while that's what both of you did, just quietly sip your chocolate milk, no words spoken. You wanted to say something; you needed to say something. It felt like a chance you had to take; you could finally catch the attention of your crush, but you're quietly drinking chocolate milk!

You open your mouth to speak, but the doorbell interrupts you.

"That must be the pizza." Yukiya gets up, dumping his empty carton in the trashcan before rushing to the front door. Dammit. Your time with him is over; did you really need to waste your time being so uncomfortable and awkward? Jeez.

Scolding yourself all the way towards the door, you almost lose hope of ever getting such a good chance to talk to him like that. But you see Yukiya holding up about seven boxes of pizza, looking like a frightened, confused puppy.

"Oh! (Y/N)! Could you help me? Just pull out the hundred in my pocket, please." He pleads.

"Sure." You rush towards him, quickly sticking your hand in his sweat pants' pocket, eager to release him of the struggle he's in. However, your rashness results in your hand brushing against something you didn't quite need to touch. Not at this stage of your relationship at least.

Your eyes meet his equally panicked ones. "I- um..I meant my jacket's pocket.." His cheeks turn bright pink to match yours.

You turn your head to look behind you- a coat rack with a single jacket hung on it. Yukiya's.

You could feel embarrassment radiating from both of you; you quickly pull your hand out of his empty pocket and clear your throat. "Sorry."

"Can y'all get it over with? I still have work to do." The delivery boy huffs, following it up with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You quickly pull the money out of Yukiya's pocket and make the payment while Yukiya waits with his tower of pizza boxes.

After you shut the door, the awkwardness seemed to suffocate you both. God, it was going so well; why did that need to happen?!

"I didn't mean to touch your-"

"I know. It's okay; I should've made myself clear." He gives you a reassuring smile, but you could still see how red his face is. Maybe it was just him getting tired of the pizza boxes though, you tried to lie to yourself.

"Uh, here, let me help you." You grab some of the boxes. "They're such pigs; I don't know how they eat all that." You joke.

"And Amelia was supposed to be on a diet too." He adds, laughing.

You join him, "So was Scarlett!"

After that, the incident was completely forgotten and you were able to actually enjoy your time with Yukiya and the girls without thinking of how you touched your crush's penis minutes ago.

"Yukiya, truth or dare?" Scarlett asks before taking a huge bite of her slice.

"Truth."

"Booorriiinng!" Amelia boos.

"Shut up; I have a juicy one!" Scarlett shoves her palm in Amelia's face.

For some reason, that made you nervous.

And judging by the way Yukiya glanced at you for reassurance, it made him nervous too.

"Okay, Yukiya, do you like anyone?" She smirks and looks at me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not." She shrugs. "So? Yukiya?"

He stays silent for a few seconds but replies in a calm tone, "Yes."

The two girls squeal, scream, and jump around, but you could only sit there, your heart rate faster than the speed of sound. Your eyes meet his; now, if you were reading his invisible signals correctly, he was telling you it's you, but you could be imagining that, so no need to do anything stupid. Not again.

"Who is it?!" Scarlett practically jumpscares the poor guy.

"You already asked your one question. These are the rules, aren't they?" He smiles.

"Ugh, Yukiya, come on, don't ruin it!" Amelia groans.

"Cut it out! You can't force him to do whatever you want." You defend, earning a thankful smile from him.

"Yeah." He nods, to which the two girls slump down in annoyance. "(Y/N), your turn. Truth or dare?" Were your eyes playing tricks on you or did he just smirk at you? Oh god, he's too hot for existence.

"Dare." You gulp, hoping he's as nice as he seems.

He frowns.

"What's wrong?" Your eyebrows furrow in concern.

He chuckles sheepishly, "I didn't think of a dare."

"I did!" Scarlett volunteers. "Can I pick her dare?"

Before you could say No, absolutely not! Definitely not in a hundred years!, Yukiya had already agreed. Well, shit. Nothing good was about to come out of that little devil's lips.

"(Y/N), 7 minutes in heaven with Yukiya, that's your dare." She grins like she just won some sort of battle.

"That's a different game! Stop twisting the rules as you please!" I complain.

"A dare is a-"

"Oh my god, Amelia, if you say that one more time, I might punch you."

"Someone needs a hug." Amelia pouts sarcastically.

You sigh. If this was a cartoon, steam would be rushing out your ears by now.

"It's okay; we just need to stay in a closet for seven minutes, right?" Yukiya's hazel eyes bore into yours, delaying your response for a few seconds.

"Um, uh, yeah."

"No problem then." He grabs you by your wrist gently and leads you to Amelia's closet, both of you choosing to ignore the wolf whistles coming from the two girls on the floor.

"Okay, this is too cramped." You breathe out after the closet door was shut.

"Tell me about it." Yukiya lets out a light laugh.

"On the bright side, we get to escape their teasing for seven whole minutes." I propose.

"True." He agrees.

Silence consumes the small space after that.

It was fairly hot outside the closet, so inside it was just hell, basically. Plus, you weren't a fan of not being able to see anything. You were also scared of moving at all because you really didn't need any more accidents.

"Yukiya?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you actually like someone?"

He remains silent for longer than you would've liked but eventually gave a response.

"Yes."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

Curiosity was getting the best of you. "Can I get a hint?"

"Technically speaking, you can, but that doesn't mean you will."

It was extremely unusual for Yukiya to tease someone, from what you knew at least, so that made you feel special in some way.

"Pretty please?"

"I don't know. What would I get in return?"

You paused for a few seconds. Then did something extremely brave. A side effect of the darkness, or maybe the heat had melted your brain to a puddle.

You blindly reach out for him and work your way up to his neck. You stand on the tip of your toes and pull him closer to you, praying your lips collide with his and not have some awkward interaction where you kiss his chin or something. Then, you'd have to move to Ireland and hide your real identity for the rest of your life.

By some miracle, it happened. Your lips and his moved against each other with ease. His lips were slightly swollen due to his habit of biting on his lip when nervous, but they were soft nevertheless. Easily, what you'd planned to be a quick peck had turned into a passionate kiss.

You pull away, slightly panting. "Does that work?" You tease.

"Better than anything I'd dreamed of." He rests his forehead on yours. "I guess I turned out liking you a lot more than I'd originally planned."

The door to the closet flings open, leaving you feeling vulnerable and humiliated for some reason.

"Are we interrupting something?" Scarlett wiggles her eyebrows at the two of you.

"Ewww, I can't believe you just kissed my brother." Amelia whines, earning a smack from Scarlett.

"We planned that, you scatterbrain."

"I know, but still."

"I hate you both." You step out of the closet.

"Why? We got you a boyfriend." Amelia stares.

Your cheeks heat up. "Just shut up, will you?"

"Honestly, if anything, we should hate you; where are our boyfriends, (Y/N)?" Scarlett complains.

"That's not my fault!"

"You're saying there's something wrong with us?!" Amelia fake gasps.

You face palm and turn to Yukiya, who just gave you a sympathetic smile. "Yukiya, you have more of that chocolate milk?"

"Lots and lots of it." He laughs.

"Off we go then." You link your arm with his, turning him towards the door.

"You traitor!" Your bestfriends call out after you.

Well, it's their fault for 'getting you a boyfriend' after all.

[shall-we-imagine]

Through thick and thin. (ShiroyaxReader *AU*)

Requested: 46. "Dance with me." + 48. "Why are you crying?" From this prompt list. Also it's perfectly fine don't worry about sending another it's good you clarified cuz I almost wrote for the wrong prompt list 😅

Genre: Fluff/Angst

(Third person point of view)

Fingers curled in a delicate fist, the princess knocks on the glass window. She secretly sent a wish to the god above that her boyfriend wouldn't ignore her for some sleep or worse- knock her off the ladder while overenthusiastically opening the window.

After a few seconds of no response, she brings her soft knuckles to the cold, glass barrier once more. "Come on, Shiroya." She mutters under her breath.

The sound of shuffling, followed by a loud thud brings a grin to her face. Due to it being dark in his room, she couldn't see what was going on inside, but the scene including her goofy lover falling off the bed wasn't foreign to her at all. She could see it all in her head.

A few moments of silence follow, making the brunette fear he merely decided to finish his beauty sleep on the floor, but just as she considered knocking again, the window flings open.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing her boyfriend flung.

In a rush to avoid the baseball bat, (Y/N) ducks, immediately losing her footing on the ladder. A squeal escapes her lips before she regains composure along with the help of the reason she almost fell in the first place. Shiroya had managed to catch her arm, adding more balance for her to stand straight.

"Thanks a lot for that, ninja-san." She mockingly tilts her head forward; she would've given a full 90 degree bow if she weren't trying not to fall and break her neck.

"Hey, it's not my fault!" Shiroya laughs, helping her inside his dark room through the window.

"Yes, I'm the one that almost knocked myself off the ladder with a baseball bat." She nods. Amusement and disbelief glimmer in his eyes; not wanting to give in to her tactics, he looks away, hiding his grin.

"I meant I wasn't expecting you today; shouldn't you be preparing for the ball or something?" Tension spreads like fire; she'd almost forgotten the reason of her surprise visit.

The princess laughs nervously, "Yeah, about that.."

"Yeah?" Shiroya may be the biggest dork you could meet, but he wasn't stupid. He immediately caught on to the fact that something is wrong.

She blinks away the tears beginning to well in her eyes, "You know, it's actually not that important; I'll tell you later. There are other things we need to do now." She gives him a mischievous smirk.

It's clear the boy remained sceptical, but he didn't find it necessary to press the matter if she doesn't want to talk about it now, so he gives in with a matching smirk. "What things?" He wiggles an eyebrow at her.

"Nothing dirty, you pervert." (Y/N) pokes a finger at his chest. "Come on; change into something presentable and follow me." She begins exiting the window the same way she came in.

"But there's a perfectly good bed here- and you're already out, okay." He stops protesting with a sigh and follows his girlfriend down the ladder after changing out of his pyjamas.

"Where to, m'lady?" Shiroya bows down, a teasing grin plastered across his face.

"You're such an idiot." The princess shakes her head in content disbelief. "To an adventure of a lifetime!" She dramatically throws her fist into the air, earning laughter from her companion.

"Off we go then!" He links his arm with hers.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"You sure this is a good idea?" He takes his eyes off of the convenience store to stare at his girlfriend in uncertainty.

"It'll be fine, Shiroya; don't be a pussy." She smirks and marches past him and into the store.

The main reason she'd picked this specific store was because of how old it is- same goes for its owner. In fact the owner is so old, she doubts he even knows how to use a cellphone. The only step he'd taken towards keeping his store safe was the giant security mirror hanging at one corner of the store.

She struts towards the owner confidently, pretending to browse items along the way. She doesn't react when she hears her boyfriend enter the store and walk to a different, more hidden aisle of the store, but a few seconds after it, she proceeds to walk to the cashier and smile at the grumpy man behind it.

"Could you help me out with something?" She begins directing the man's attention to herself and not the giant mirror, for example. She just hoped her boyfriend wouldn't do something dumb and get them both arrested; it wouldn't do her any good if her face was all over the news for stealing. Her father would never let her hear the end of it.

After multiple hopefully subtle glances behind her, she could finally see Shiroya was done. "Hey, I'm sorry, but where did you say the m&m's were again? Could you show me?"

Frustrated by the amount of unnecessary conversation the girl whose real identity he'd never guess was making, the owner sighs but complies anyway, probably in hopes to get rid of her as soon as he could.

She follows the old man to a different aisle, queuing Shiroya's exit. The sneakiest of all, Shiroya, had stuffed some items into his shirt and took off running outside the store. The princess silently prayed for the street to be as empty as it was before they went inside, because if not, they'd be in huge trouble to say the least.

"Just who takes off running after sneakily stealing something from a store?" The princess laughs before placing a gummy bear into her mouth.

"I panicked, okay?" Her boyfriend blushes.

"It's good no one saw you, and we made it here safely." She sprawls onto the grass, taking in the beautifully dotted sky.

"Yeah." Shiroya follows.

A few moments of silence pursue; it was normal to Shiroya by now, since he and the princess had gained a habit of lying down to gaze at the sky, but he knew something wasn't right the second he heard her take in a sharp breath.

His head jerks to the side, panic taking control of him quicker than he'd like. "What's wrong?! Why are you crying?"

She sits up; giving no answers, she continues to sob into her palms. Shiroya could do nothing but hold her close to him, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly in hopes she'd calm down.

"It's okay. We can fix it; whatever it is, we can fix it together, remember?" He assures gently.

The princess's sobs merely get more violent, but her shaky hands find their way to the front of her boyfriend's shirt. She clutches onto the fabric tightly, sincerely scared of letting him go.

She takes a few deep breaths to steady herself, but it all fails her when she tries to speak, "They want-"

Her sobs fill the air. Shiroya's panic could only increase by now; he didn't know what could possibly do this to his girlfriend, who's always glimmering with joy and mischief, but he knew if it would break her like that, it wasn't gonna do any less to him.

The princess began to mumble; most of her speech sounded like gibberish to Shiroya, but a few comprehensible words already gave away the reasond of her misery. Marriage. I don't want to. I love you.

Shiroya visibly trembled at the thought of having to give up the princess for a royal wedding, but he couldn't let her down; he couldn't be discouraged so easily. He fights the urge to break down in tears and curse the universe out for his own misfortune. Instead, he puts his every bit of energy left in him to keep a positive and comforting attitude. His voice audibly shaky, Shiroya hugs the princess tighter and speaks up, trying to keep the quivering of his lips to a minimum. "We'll figure it out. We'll figure it out like we always do. It's okay." To him, it felt like he was assuring himself more than anyone, and perhaps he was, but he couldn't afford to break down- not now, not here.

And for a while, they silently held each other, wishing the world would go away along with their problems, leaving nothing but their happiness and love to prosper.

"We'll figure it out." She finally looks her lover in the eye. "We always do." She nods.

"Yeah." He gives a weak smile.

The princess tears herself away from Shiroya's embrace. She gets up and smiles at him, extending her arm towards him. "Dance with me."

It takes him a few moments to recover and react; he was used to his girlfriend's spontaneous behaviour, but he hadn't expected anything at this very moment.

But, surely, he takes her hand and gets up. "No music?" He teases.

"I am the music, Shiroya." She beams, placing a hand on his shoulder while the other tangles itself with one of his hands.

Shiroya's free hand reaches her waist, gently pulling her closer to him. And soon enough, her soft voice pleasantly captures his heart for the billionth time. Their bodies sway gently to the melody she effortlessly brought upon them, hypnotizing him into only focusing on her in that moment and nothing else. No problems, no pain, just the beautiful woman he'd somehow won over.

He eventually joined her singing, and even though his voice couldn't compare to hers, he could see the happiness she felt in his actions, and that was enough to keep him satisfied. It was the only thing he could hope for, to always see that happiness dancing in her eyes.

[shall-we-imagine]

Keep me close. (Alfonse Goldstein x Reader *AU*)

Requested: 44. “You’ve always felt like home.” + 92. “You make me happy.” from this prompt list.

A/N: So I don’t normally write this type of thing because I don’t believe in such concept but this is fiction and that’s what I felt like writing so..🤷‍♀️

Genre: Fluff.

(Second person point of view)

It wasn’t as hard as you’d expected. Once everyone was asleep, it was fairly easy to sneak out the window, backpack clinging to your back.

The one-story building was almost as ancient as the pyramids, you were sure. It’s not that the orphanage was disgusting, built upon poverty and cruelty, or any of the stereotypes; it was fine. Just fine. That was it. 

So, sure, you didn’t hate anyone, you weren’t escaping anyone, nor were you tired of harsh treatment. However, you surely wouldn’t miss it either because as you stood there, staring at the walls of your home of 17 years, you didn’t feel anything. As you slowly remembered each and every face asleep inside, you didn’t feel bad leaving them behind. You felt no hatred, no love- nothing.

On the other hand, a ray of sunshine were to warm up your chest with just one smile, and that was the reason you chose to follow him wherever he wanted to go.

Giddy at the thought of him, you turned your back to all you ever knew and marched towards the meeting spot- towards a new beginning.

“Oh god, I was scared you wouldn’t show up.” The second he noticed you approaching him, he was quick to embrace you in a tight, desperate hug. “I thought you might’ve changed your mind..”

You buried your head further in his chest, “I told you I’m coming, so I am. I just had to make sure no one was awake first. If I were to get caught, I would’ve been under supervision for the next ten years.” you chuckled.

After releasing you, he gave a dreamy smile, one that made you sure he was trying to believe this was actually happening. Blushing, you dropped your gaze to the ground. 

“How about you? How easy was it to sneak out?” You asked while you both began walking towards the train station, hand in hand. Each of you carried only the necessities, which to you was extremely easy since you only owned the necessities, but you wondered how hard was it for Alfonse to leave behind most of his items and walk out with merely a backpack.

“Disturbingly easy. It was like they wanted me to leave.” A cloud of gloom overcame the excitement that filled the air just moments ago. You regretted asking, but Alfonse being Alfonse, he immediately put up a smile to cover up the sudden sadness that fell upon you. “It’s better that way; I would feel bad if they were to miss me.” 

Unfortunately, that only made you feel worse. “We don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, Alfonse. Maybe if you try to talk to them-”

He cut you off, resolution gleaming in his eyes, “No, I won’t give up on my dream just to be ‘worthy of the Goldstein name’; I won’t back down.” He squeezed your hand in a reasssuring manner, “Plus, if I have you then that’s all I need.” This time, his smile was genuine.

You returned the smile, and for a while, no one said anything, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was like you were both trying to make sense of the situation. You were finally free to explore the world with your bestfriend; he was finally free to practice medicine and help out the poor without worrying about his family name and all the pressure that came with it. 

It felt quite off calling him your bestfriend, but you weren’t sure what else to call him. For a while now, it was obvious you two had feelings for each other, but neither of you had taken any steps forward to address the situation, and now you guys might end up living in the same apartment, which strangely felt like moving in with your boyfriend, but no, he just had to be the confusing dude he was. You sighed.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Concern filled the gorgeous pearls that stare down at you with every ounce of care manageable. That was one of the things you loved about Alfonse; you could sneeze, and he would rush with an ambulance to make sure you were doing well.

“What? Oh, it’s nothing; nevermind.” You knew it wasn’t the best time to confront him about this; you really didn’t wanna spend the next god knows how long in extreme awkwardness mode.

He didn’t push it.

“God, I’m so excited!” You squeal, looking out the train window. It hadn’t moved an inch yet, but you couldn’t contain the feeling of absolute, pure joy running in your veins. You could practically feel your heart dance with happiness. 

You turned to look at Alfonse, who had just shut the doors to your stall. Even though Alfonse was generally hard to read, you could tell he was also as excited as you were; his smile gave it all away. When his eyes crinkled into the tiniest crescents and you could no longer feel the distant, lonesome air he usually has around him, you knew he was truly happy. 

Your cheeks heated up, but you couldn’t quite tell why. Was it the fact that his smile was directed at you not the view outside? Or was it just the fact that you could finally see his face under good lighting for the first time tonight, and he was utterly, truly beautiful? Maybe it was all the above.

“You make me happy; you know that?” He sighed, giving the implication that he’d been trying to get that sentence out for a bit longer than you’d expect.

You let out a few incomprehensible noises before uttering the very intelligent sentence you finally came up with, “What?”

He laughed. “What do you mean what? I just said you make me happy. like truly happy. I feel the most comfortable around you; I feel like I can be myself with you.” 

You didn’t know if you should thank him, kiss him, cry, or all three, but in the end, you went with the option that would creep him out the least. “Thank you; it means a lot to me, especially that I feel the same towards you.” You did your best not to show how embarrassed you really were and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

A few hours into the ride, you forgot about the excited puppy persona you’d slipped into upon getting on the train. Now, you each took up a couch, neither of you forgetting a small, personal blanket to shield you from the coldness of the night. 

You peeled your eyes off the glass window, taking a risky peek at the blond boy curled up on the seats opposite to yours. His breath heavy yet steady, you watched as his chest rose and fell, giving you confirmation he was too far into dreamland to worry about you admiring his peaceful face. Sleeping was one of the rare times you could see Alfonse’s completely worry-free face, and it never failed to convey a feeling of tranquility within you as well.

It felt like reality was settling itself into place, etching its presence into your mind. The stillness of everything - excluding the trees and utility poles rushing across the window -  seemed to give you a chance to take it all in. You were chasing after freedom with Alfonse. 

“Are you starting to miss home?” You flinched lightly, not expecting to hear his voice so soon. 

You could tell he was worried he’d pressured you into this, but you knew damn well this was what you wanted too. “What home?” You chuckled, “My home is right here by your side. You always felt like home. So, no, I’m not missing home; he only fell asleep for about..” You checked your nonexistent wrist-watch, “30 minutes.”

Alfonse gave you that heart-warming, world-peace-bringing, poverty-ending, pandas-saving laugh of his. Oh dear god, is this what heaven is like?

“Your home is a little cold actually; mind turning the heat up a little bit?” He teased.

“Well, maybe my home should’ve brought a jacket, but sure.” You took your blanket and forced Alfonse to make space for you next to him. Before he could ask what you were doing, you adjusted your blankets so both would wrap around the two of you, bringing yourself closer to him. Needlessly, you snaked your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. “Warmer?” You could feel his heart beat quicken, and you were sure the blond was blushing by now, but you continued to play dumb.

“Mhmm.” He hummed.

“What was that?” Your intention was to tease him a little more, but once you sat up and looked at him, he connected your lips in a soft kiss. The kiss was just the way you’d imagined, except a thousand times better. His movements were subtle and gentle, yet they left you needing more. 

“Warmer.” He smirked. It was a rare view to see him smirk, but it put your guts in twists and knots; without thinking, you pushed your lips against his once more, taking lead this time.

His hand traced its way up from the side of your neck to rest behind your ear, fingers entangled in your hair. Your hands remained clutching his shirt as if letting go would cause him to disappear.

“Took you long enough, man.” You smack the back of his head.

“Ow! It’s because of how romantic you are that I couldn’t tell how you felt towards me!”

“Hey, I can be romantic; I just hugged you and kissed you!”

“You also just hit me and called me man.”

“Well, I’m being a bestfriend and a girlfriend; it’s called multitasking!”

He stared for a few seconds, amusement and disbelief written across his face, before bursting into laughter, immediately causing you to join.

“You’re not wrong. Love how you just promoted yourself to girlfriend, by the way.” He grinned.

Realization sent waves of heat to your face, “Time to go to bed!” You announced to divert the attention from your earlier statement, attempting to walk back to the seats facing his.

“As you like.” He grabbed your waist, forcing you back next to him, and lied down with you in his arms. “Good night, girlfriend.”

“Alfonse! Alfonse!” You tried to wriggle your way out of his embrace, but his frim grasp was inescapable.

“Already asleep.” He stated, eyes closed.

“Ha Ha, very funny. Let me go!” 

This time, he just pulled you closer, not saying a word, but he was doing his best not to grin. That little idiot.

You finally gave up and allowed yourself to enjoy the warmth of his body; you pulled the blankets on top of you both and tried to drift off to sleep.

And for once, you had reason to look forward to the next time the sun rises. For once, you had hopes and plans for the future. And you could barely wait.

[shall-we-imagine]

Where flowers bloom. (Klaus Goldstein x Reader *AU*)

I actually quite need this at the moment lol so don’t worry about it! I hope you like it! :)

Description: “I call it magic when I’m with you.” - Magic by Coldplay.

Genre: Fluff I suppose lol

(Third Point of View)

Everyone’s had a weird neighbour at least once in their life, right? Except Klaus’s neighbour has downright terrified everyone within the block, hell even some from a few blocks nearby, as well. 

Now, Klaus hadn’t really experienced any troubles from the young lady; it’s just that her overall behaviour was..well, a little odd. It didn’t help her case that she wore a cloak with the hood up at all times - yes, even in the most scalding hot summers - even daring to pair it up with sunglasses and a mask to cover her mouth and nose. When she’d first moved in, it stirred up rumours of the new neighbour being a celebrity merely trying to hide her identity. However, soon after, the weather had had the craziest mood swings anyone’s ever seen (Klaus could bet on that). From angry thunder storms to happy sunny evenings, it’d become impossible to predict the weather, and the old ladies of the neighbourhood began shunning the newcomer, forcing onto her the blame of the wild weather.

Klaus wasn’t a crazy old woman that thinks breaking a mirror will bring you 7 years of bad luck or however that goes; he was a man of science. He knew the girl was no omen of bad luck, yet he couldn’t shake off the power she radiated- the strange aura she emitted. It was strange for him to feel so much from a person that never even looked him in the eye.

The man refused to let it get into him, though. He continuously tried to prove to everyone that there is no way the girl was a witch or the embodiment of bad luck or any of the dumb characters people have been relating to the poor lady. 

Unfortunately, everytime he attempted to invite the girl to any of the neighbourhood gatherings or parties, she’d only cut him off saying she was busy (usually shutting the door directly after, which Klaus had found rude the first few times but became indifferent later on). Of course, eventually he stopped asking her, fearing he was causing her discomfort.

Klaus hoped their new neighbour was just shy, perhaps, but today, as he paces around his room, thinking of the sight he’d seen..he just wasn’t so sure anymore.

“It has to be a coincidence, right? she couldn’t have possibly..” images of the grass wilting as the girl passes by play in his mind. He was certain of what he’d seen; the grass turning a pale shade of yellow in the blink of an eye, it terrified Klaus to the core.

It wasn’t common for her to leave the house, and that’s exactly why Klaus almost approached the girl he’d convinced himself to bother no more, but that’s when he saw it. He couldn’t help but pause and stare dumbfounded.

And as the rain storm rages outside, he can’t help but wonder if the familiar stranger was behind this. 

No, Klaus thought to himself, he won’t succumb to the ridiculous beliefs of others; he must’ve imagined it due to his lack of sleep. How could the girl possibly destroy those living beings by just walking past them; it was impossible! He had to get some rest; otherwise, he’ll soon start thinking Choco, his very much black cat, is the reason for all his misfortunes.

As if reading Klaus’s mind, the slightly chubby cat pads over to the tall blond and purrs as she rubs her head on his leg. He chuckles, getting the hint that his small friend needed some attention, and picks her up, securing her between his arms. “Man, you’ve gotten a lot heavier than when I first bought you; Elias needs to stop feeding you so much.” He smiles at the thought of his brother using the excuse that she was too cute for him to refuse feeding her even after she’s already eaten.

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Groaning, Klaus wakes up to the claps of thunder and the flashes of lightning. “It’s still raining?” he mumbles sleepily. It was such a strange time of the year for there to be rain in the first place, and for that reason, Klaus struggled to keep the girl out of his mind.

“What time is it anyway?” he fights against the brightness of his phone to check the time. It was near sunrise; Klaus facepalms at how much he’d slept.

“Well, there’s no helping it anyway.” He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and gets up to look out his bedroom’s window. The street was flooded with water, and dark clouds blocked every part of the sky. Before Klaus could look away, he saw a familiar figure walking down the street, sucking the life and colour out of everything around it. On purpose or not, it was horrifying to see plants wither so fast; he swore he even saw a bird drop from a tree. 

Maybe the more reasonable option was to shut the blinds and try to fall back asleep, but Klaus rushed to get dressed, not forgetting his raincoat and umbrella; if he were to die, it won’t be on the hands of the furious clouds.

Once Klaus was out the house, he could see the hooded figure at the end of the road; he picked up his pace to try and reach the girl before god knows what else she’ll do. 

A normal person would’ve shivered at the thought of following such a creepy person in the first place, but Klaus was currently following that person into a graveyard. Yay, Klaus! His brain cheered sarcastically, The idiot with a death wish! He ignored the thought and pushed forward and onto the cemented trail leading inside the empty (well, of living humans at least) graveyard.

The girl in the cloak pauses suddenly, almost causing Klaus to turn around and bolt. She chuckles, but no humour or joy can be heard. “I didn’t expect you to follow even here.” she says, her voice cracking slightly as if she hadn’t spoken in so long.

She proceeds with her path, but it takes Klaus a few moments to decide whether he should follow or not; he goes with the first option. His curiosity could’ve blinded him, or maybe it’s because he felt like he was unwillingly being dragged by her anyway. Maybe his need to uncover the truth of her nature had clawed out his common sense.

The girl plops down on a huge rock (Klaus hoped it wasn’t a tombstone) but she keeps her head low. That’s when Klaus noticed the lack of coverage on her face; she only had her large hood up this time- nothing else.

Subconsciously, Klaus’s steps had gotten slower and heavier- could be his previously absent sense of reason making its return.

“Klaus.” Her lips smooth into a soft smile, “It’s always nice to see you.” 

Something about her statement felt off to Klaus,but he chose not to question it. “Erm..yeah, it’s nice seeing you too.” His eyes scan his surrounding, and it just dawned on him that the rain had quieted down compared to when he left his house. 

That’s also when he realized how rude he must’ve seemed, just standing there with an umbrella while the girl soaks. As ashamed as he was to admit it, the man had been so immersed in his thoughts about proving his silly doubts that the thought of offering his umbrella didn’t even cross his mind, as if she wasn’t another normal human being. However, as he attempts to fix his mistake and take her under the umbrella with him, she raises her palm towards him. “It’s okay; I’m used to it.”

He’d misunderstood her statement at the time, and that’s why it stung. In his mind, he thought she was referencing being treated differently, being ignored, and even though she was used to that as well, it hadn’t been what she meant by that specific sentence.

Regardless, Klaus found himself complying and selfishly keeping the barrier between the rain and himself only. “Why are you out here at this time and weather?” The question hung in the air awkwardly; Klaus almost took it back, because why was it any of his business what she decides to do? The male didn’t even know her name, for god’s sake, so why would he wonder about her decisions? He couldn’t have been worried, for she scared him shitless just a few hours ago, so why ask such an invasive question?

To his relief and soon confusion, she gives her answer after a few moments of silence, lips pulling into the same calm smile that failed to show any true feelings. “I was trying to calm the weather.” Her ability to hold a conversation without lifting her head up baffled Klaus; it also made him want to scold her for it, cuz damn, it was starting to get on his nerves. 

But just then, all the anger he was about to voice was stolen right off his tongue, as she lifts her head to look at him then at the sky, droplets of rain dotting her smooth skin. And maybe it made him understand what she’d meant when she said she was used to it. It was so natural to see her in the rain- comforting even. The view was strangely hypnotizing; he would’ve forgotten they weren’t one and the same if she hadn’t spoken again, snapping him back to reality. 

“I haven’t gotten that much better at it, huh?” She smirks at Klaus, like there was some sort of inside joke between them that he couldn’t remember, but that was impossible. The only thing she’d ever said to him was that she was busy, and the man couldn’t make a connection between these two statements.

By now, the rain had subsided and the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, slightly lifting the depressing energy engulfing the two bodies. Alas, that did nothing to Klaus’s confusion. “I..I don’t understand?” It came out more like a question.

She sighs, “As expected.” the almost eerie smile doesn’t drop from her face. “Let me remind you.” She observes his features, extending an arm towards the timid male. The hood on top of her head had begun slipping slightly, revealing more of her face, possibly convincing Klaus that such an innocent face could cause no harm.

Hesitantly, Klaus reaches for her hand. 

At first, nothing happened; Klaus just stood there holding hands with the stranger as she stares into his eyes. Strangely enough, Klaus didn’t feel as scared as he felt he should be. 

Slowly, veins of blooming roses extended from beneath her sleeve to wrap around both their hands and up Klaus’s forearm. “It’s the only thing I got a lot better at.” She chuckles shyly.

“Klaus! Klaus, look!” The girl in the sundress waddles over to the blond caught up in his never-ending studies. 

He puts his pencil down between the pages of his thick Calculus book and shuts it, placing the book on the grass next to him. “What is it?” He smiles excitedly at his friend.

“Just look!” She drops to her knees in front of him, resting one hand on Klaus’s thigh, which Klaus had tried his best to ignore and not let his blushing cheeks give away his tiny crush. With her other hand, however, she lifts it up closer to the boy’s face, bringing her own face closer as well, sort of like she was trying to show him a tiny ladybug she found (which Klaus had been used to after years of being friends with the nature-loving idiot), but instead, she showed him something much more impressive.

Towards the end of her wrist, a tiny green stem started growing out of what seemed like her blood vessel. It was thin and extended for only about a finger’s length, but it was beautiful nevertheless. A star jasmine is brought to life in the palm of her hand. “I can now choose what type of flower I get to grow! It’s no longer random, look!” She beams, and with that, the jasmine is pulled back into a bud and grows smaller.

The plant pauses and rewinds, the bud growing bigger once more. A stargazer lily is the one to reveal itself this time, leaving Klaus’s jaw to drop slightly in awe. “Are you proud?” She smirks.

Klaus clears his throat, trying to pretend he wasn’t drooling at her new skill just now, “Maybe. You could still do better though; your flowers are always so small and frail. You can make them grow stronger and bigger, you know?” 

She huffs, “You really don’t know how to give a compliment, do you?” 

Klaus shrugs, turning to pick up his book again. Once he turns around to face her, she presses the lily into his fluffy hair, keeping it in place. “Pretty.” She smiles, causing his face to grow hot. 

“I won’t walk around with a flower in my hair.” He’d objected that day out of embarrassment, but that didn’t stop her from continuously doing so, and at one point, he didn’t even care anymore. In fact, he’d kept every single flower she’d given him, evidence of her hard work showing in each one, as they get bigger and rarer. It always brought a smile to his face..until she was gone, her flowers wilting along with the memories of her. 

Klaus almost wondered if she’d been there in the first place.

“(Y/N)?” His lips quiver, the name tasted strange after years of not speaking of it. His eyes scan the veins trapping their hands together; they were thick and sturdy, unlike the thin ones she used to make; these made him wonder if he’d be able to pull his hand away if she didn’t retract the plant. “You’d gotten so much better.” He mumbled.

“Are you proud?” She smirked, and he could almost see the face of his old friend and crush. 

“Where have you been?” A mixture of anger and disappointment coated his voice, but that didn’t faze her, like she was already expecting it.

“Isolation is a habit of our kind, since, you know, our emotions affect our surroundings, and attachments to other people make it more difficult to control our emotions, so..it wasn’t exactly my choice. Not like it worked well anyway. You can probably already tell.” Laughing sheepishly, she looks up at the sky still pouring with rain.

“Yeah, judging by the weather ever since you showed up, you need a lot of practice.” 

“Thanks. Why did I come see you again?” She replies sarcastically. “You haven’t changed, Klaus.” A giggle follows, along with the slow down and then stopping of the long-lasting rain.

“Neither have you, really. As emotional as ever.” He teases. 

“Shut up.” Her laugh echos around the empty space.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d also like my arm back, if you don’t mind?” He looks down at their connected hands.

“Oh, yeah, sorry!” She laughs, and the flowers spring back into her sleeve, catching Klaus by surprise. Man, she really did get a lot better, he thought.

“A rainbow..” The colourful beams catch the male’s attention; it was the first one in a long time.

“Ah, yeah..There’s really no way to hide my feelings, is there? That’s just embarrassing.”

Klaus laughs, fully aware of her blushing face, “I’m glad I made you feel better.”

“I’m glad you remembered me.” To the blond’s surprise, she wraps her arms around his neck in a hug, one of her hands softly running through his hair at the back of his head.

The warmth of her body tempted him to pull her closer, and so he did; he didn’t know if it was some sort of magical side effect or if it was just her beautiful nature, but he wished to keep her close for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, here he was standing at his front door, already missing the feeling of her arms around him.

Sighing, he pushes the door open.

“Where have you been? Alfonse and I were so worr- Why are you wearing a flower crown?” Elias bursts into laughter at the view of his older brother.

“What flower crown? I’m not wearing a flower-”  

“I’m glad you remembered me.” To the blond’s surprise, she wraps her arms around his neck in a hug, one of her hands softly running through his hair at the back of his head.

Realization hitting him a little too late, He reaches for the top of his head, fingers brushing against a foreign object- a flower crown. Of course. 

“Ha..I don’t know what you’re talking about; that’s..that’s not a flower crown; shut up.” He brings the colourful object behind his back and rushes upstairs to his room, ignoring a puzzled Elias.

Once in his room, he gives himself a chance to really look at the little ‘surprise’ she’d left for him. He sighs.

“You really haven’t changed at all, huh?”

[shall-we-imagine]

Lovely. (Sigurd Curtis×Reader *AU*)

Requested: 15. "If my day gets any worse, I'm asking hell if they're having an exchange program." + 22. "Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops." From the prompt list.

Genre: Fluff.

(Second Person Point of View)

"I'm telling you, Amelia! This psycho lady kept insisting I give her a cheese burger with no cheese! And when I tried to explain to her that this is basically just a burger not a cheeseburger, she went nuts!" You complain into the phone, as you struggle to open the door to your apartment without dropping your grocery at the same time.

"Like what even is this?! And when I finally gave up and told her I'll get her that cheese burger with no cheese.." you recite the customer's words in a tone of mockery, "She just still wasn't having it! She asked to speak to the manager who wasn't even there at the time! All my coworkers and even some customers had to intervene before she tries to kill me or something.."

You hear loud laughter from the other side of the phone. "I'm sorry; it's just-" your friend pauses to laugh even harder, "it's actually hilarious; I'm sorry."

"Amelia!" You whine dramatically, "Stop laughing at my sorrows!" Even though you let out a little laugh yourself, you were still willing to demand she doesn't laugh...just because.

After locking the door, you slip off your shoes, placing it near the door frame, then walk into the kitchen to put the items you bought in their correct places.

"At least it's over, though, right?"

"Well, that's not all. After waiting at the bus stop for like 15 minutes, I realized I had forgotten my purse in the changing room, so I had to go back to get my purse then walk to the bus stop again, and by now, I'd already missed the bus, of course. Therefore, I had to wait for 30 minutes for the next bus." You sigh, "And don't even get me started on that weird guy from the supermarket!"

"What happened?" Amelia giggles, still amused by your irritation.

"So, you know how I prefer buying groceries alone because it makes everything quicker and helps me focus better and not forget anything?" You begin placing items on shelves and in the fridge, not planning to stop the phone call before you're done ranting.

"Yeah?"

"Well, this random dude that I never even met before decided that my angry aura wasn't enough to keep him away, no! He decided to just walk up to me, for no reason at all, and make conversation. Now, this wouldn't be too bad if he didn't follow me throughout the entire time I was shopping. Even after I expressed my discomfort and annoyance, he just couldn't take a hint! And I was in no mood for being flirted with or being talked to at all actually." You huff.

"Woah, it's like the universe is just purposely pissing you off."

"Tell me about it! If my day gets any worse, I'm asking hell if they're having an exchange program."

Amelia laughs. "Just get some sleep; you'll be fine." She assures.

"Yeah, I'm really exhausted; I just want to pass out for a week!" You become more and more eager to drown in your own bed the closer you get to your room.

"Well, I'll let you nap for now, but don't forget the essay; we have to hand it over on Tuesday!" Knowing your habit of procrastination, Amelia never fails to remind you of the stuff you need to do. Multiple times.

"I know I know; I'll get started right after I wake up..and eat..and maybe watch an episode of-" She cuts off your already clear intentions of procrastinating.

"(Y/N)! Right after you wake up and eat! Don't make me come over there and supervise as you write!" She threatens.

You groan, "Fine; I'll do it."

After Amelia declares her temporary victory, you end the phone call and get comfortable in bed, ready to get some rest before you have to do your assignments. You set your alarm for an hour after the current time then place your phone on the nightstand.

The mattress and pillow partly engulf your body in heavenly softness, and you happily let the irritation from earlier float away.

However, life seemed to have more troubles to throw at you today.

The sound of drilling coming from the other side of the wall behind your bed startles you into full consciousness. Frowning, you wait a few minutes in hopes the drilling would stop, but, sadly, life still hated you and had no plans of having mercy on you. Trying to ignore the drilling was a hopeless case, too.

"Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with my neighbour?! It's been 25 minutes! What's up with all the noise?!" You complain to yourself, pushing your face into the pillow out of frustration.

You let out a huff. "I'll go talk to them. I'm not sacrificing my sleep for them to put up some decorations or whatever the fuck they're really doing."

Smoothing down your hair to make it look presentable, you contemplate whether you really need to change your pyjamas to go knock on your next door neighbours and ask them to keep it down. Nah.

You rub your eyes, still feeling sleepy and exhausted, as you wait for your oh-so-lovely neighbour to answer the door.

"Hello?" Greets a male about your age. Well..let's just say he certainly is really really really lovely. And suddenly, you regret not changing into something nicer than your my little pony print pyjamas.

He gave you a sweet smile as if he wasn't just chasing the sleep away from you with his drilling.

"Uh, hi." You shuffle your weight from leg to the other awkwardly. "Would you mind..um..not drilling into the wall right now? I've had a long day, and I'm trying to sleep.." You waited for a rude reaction, but the expected response never came.

Instead, the purple-haired male pokes his head back inside the apartment. "Vincent! Hey, Vincent!" He yells.

You hear a faint yeah? come from inside before the neighbour you never knew was so handsome shouts again, "I told you you're gonna bother our neighbours, but did you listen?! Nooo, you decided to try it anyway! Just stop drilling!"

"What neighbours? There's only one other apartment on our floor; don't make it sound like I'm bothering the entire buildi-" the other voice kept getting louder, indicating the person was walking closer to the door. When he finally reached the door and pulled it open, Vincent that was yelling from inside paused mid-sentence.

"Ooh, I see why you're so concerned about the noise." The redhead shoots a wink towards what you assumed was his flatmate before walking back inside, leaving good-looking neighbour flustered.

"Uh-um, never mind him. He just likes joking around; it's nothing, re-" His embarrassed rambling was cut off by a yell from inside.

"Shut up; you know you were calling her cute earlier, Sigurd!" Sigurd's panicked eyes meet yours, and you could practically feel the temperature rising in the hallway, due to the heat emitting from both your faces.

Despite how embarrassed you are, you were still absolutely flattered, which caused you to let out a small giggle, further increasing Sigurd's blushing.

"He's only joking; don't take him seriously. He just likes to embarass me." Sigurd tries to indirectly deny his flatmate's comment. You would be disappointed if it weren't so amusing and adorable watching him sheepishly sputter out excuses and defences.

"Are you saying you don't think she's cute then?" A blond pokes his head outside. You could tell he wasn't wearing a shirt, but he didn't seem to mind being seen like that.

Sigurd falls into another spiral of panicked, embarrassed babbling. "No!" He quickly turns to look at you, "I don't mean you're not cute! You're certainly cute- I mean if I were asked, I'd say you're cute- Like I wasn't just thinking about you being cute; not that I wouldn't think you're cute- oh my god, I'm sorry; just forget about this! Klaus, just go put a shirt on and leave me alone!"

By now, you were full on laughing hysterically at the interaction between Sigurd and his other flatmate.

"It's only fair, compared to how much you tease me." The shirtless male shrugs, walking back inside.

Sigurd sighs. "I'm sorry about Klaus and Vincent; they're practically family, so we tease each other all the time." He scratches the back of his head.

"It's okay." You smile. It was as if you'd completely forgotten you came here, ready to fight whoever disturbed your sleep. "Must be really fun living together like that, though."

"Yeah, I suppose." He nods. "Things sometimes get insane, but we're used to it by now. Insanity runs in my family. it practically gallops." He chuckles.

You let out a laugh, "Yeah, I totally know what you mean."

Seeming to have forgotten about being sleepy just a while ago, you allow yourself to have a full conversation with Sigurd. It may have lasted for a full hour, and you wouldn't even know.

"My goodness, just ask her out already!" Vincent yells from inside.

"Shut up!" Sigurd yells back.

"You really have no idea how to get the ladies, huh?" Klaus joins the yelling fest.

"Says the guy that thinks insulting the girl is a good way to encourage and motivate her!" It seemed like Sigurd had gotten comfortable around you, so he was no longer affected by their teasing; he was ready to talk back now. It somehow made you feel warm inside.

"I'm just being honest!" Klaus defends.

"You're just being mean!" Vincent argues.

"I'm not mean!" Before long, Vincent and Klaus had gotten in an argument in the backgroud, allowing you and Sigurd to retrieve your one-on-one conversation.

"Well, um, do you wanna go grab some coffee later?" Sigurd smiles. "You know..to prove them wrong?" He fakes an innocent smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's why." You giggle. "But, sure, why not?"

After deciding the time and day, you said your goodbyes, and you went back to your apartment.

At least now when Amelia calls again you can distract her with news about your date, so she doesn't have to scold you for not working on the essay until now.