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AO3
Dying Light
Aitor
A Cup Of Joy 💌
↳ before Aitor’s birthday, reader decide’s to find a nice gift for his boyfriend and tell Aiot that he will be exploring outside the walls around a week And reader came back in Aitor’s birthday and give him a whole jar of coffee as a gift
Did You Hear Him? 💌 💥
↳ Can i request dating headcanon Aitor x male!piligrim!reader and after some time dating, Aitor’s son by accident call’s reader as papa
Far Cry
John Seed
Secret To Happiness
↳People have noticed that John has been happier, people are wondering why.
Final Fantasy VII Masterlist
Final Fantasy XV Masterlist
Kingdom Hearts Masterlist
Persona 5
Akira Kurusu
Care To Join Me?
↳ Joker invites Makoto to join him for a movie after he catches her following him.
Dating 💌 💥
↳ Could you write an Akira Kurusu x Reader dating headcanon?
Christmas Eve 💌
↳ Can you write an Akira Kurusu x Reader, where Akira and Reader celebrate Christmas Day together?
Matoko Niijima
Care To Join Me?
↳ Joker invites Makoto to join him for a movie after he catches her following him.
Ryuji Sakamoto
Comfort Person 💌
↳ May I request a scenario or Head canons for Persona 5, which you think is best. So then what if he has to return home in the middle of the story for one/both of their funerals. ryuji x reader since he has experience with bad parents (and he’s best boy). Thank you
Yusuke Kitagawa
Paint Your Heart
↳ After weeks of going through a slump Yusuke comes to you for advice.
Uncharted
Rafe Adler
I’d Rather Die
↳ Your relationship with Rafe has been rocky for awhile and now its all coming to an end.
Sam Drake
If You Walk Out That Door
↳ Both you and Sam were tired of hearing the same argument, So decisions needed to be made.
I’m In Love
↳ Sam never felt anything like this, then he realized what exactly it was
Just Paddle
↳ One day Sam got a brilliant idea to teach you how to swim, How bad could it be?
Until Dawn
Josh Washington
Stay The Night
↳ One night Josh had a nightmare, So he called you to comfort him.
!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Infidelity, Boyfriends!Dad, mid 30's Fem!Reader, Taboo, !WRAP IT, BEOFRE YOU TAP IT! (Don't be like Leon and Y/n), Reader with Anxiety, Soft!Dom!Leon, Fingering, Counter Top Sex, Bareback, Cum eating.
Pairing: RE9!Leon + Fem!Reader.
Rating: Explicit/Mature
Word Count: 2.5k
Ghosty's Notes: Hello beautiful people, came up with this while I was watching a gameplay of RE9 *cries in broke* I hope you enjoy it.
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Thank you for all the support, it means a lot❤️
-Ghosty❤️
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You had gone downstairs to get a drink of water as your boyfriend was playing video games, you thought since he had been playing it all afternoon that maybe he would log off at night time and spend some time with you, but sadly that wasn’t the case.
You did love your boyfriend but sometimes you missed what it felt like to be desired and wanted as a woman, to have your partner look at you with no only affectionate lust but a primal hunger that keeps at bay only for you until your alone together, where he ravishes you like a man starved.
Walking into the kitchen you flicked on the light, you almost jumped out of your skin when you saw Leon, your boyfriends father sitting in the kitchen, When the light flicked on, he looked up at you, from his laptop screen.
“Need something sweetheart?”
His deep voice asked and you felt it send a shiver straight down your spine right to your core, as you found yourself sucking in a breath, you knew your boyfriend’s father was attractive, anybody could see that, but he was 20 years older than you and made tired look sexy.
“Just getting a glass of water Mr. Kennedy.”
You tell him but your voice is small, almost like a squeak as you quickly walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a glass from the disk rack. You remember when you first met Leon, you were so nervous that could hardly speak at the dinner your boyfriend at arranged, your hands where trembling under the table and while your boyfriend was in the bathroom, Leon had reached over and gently took one of your hands in his.
The gesture didn’t feel intimate but ground as you would feel him squeeze around every minute, and with every soft squeeze you found yourself relaxing more and you were able to introduce yourself. You had found out he worked with the DSO and that he had just recently come back from a mission in the aftermath of Raccoon city.
You remember seeing an almost painful or sad expression on his face, before it was gone and he turned to you and asked about you and your interests, both ended up talking for most of the night almost as if you boyfriend wasn’t even there, but oddly enough he didn’t seem to mind.
“What have to told you about calling me Mr Kennedy.”
Leon says with a playful job which made some colour appear on your cheeks, After the night of meeting him, he had asked you to just call him Leon, Mr Kennedy makes him feel older than he already feels which made you laugh a little.
“Sorry Leon.”
You say before you finally take a sip of your water, it wasn’t as cold as you would have liked but it did the trick, you gulped down a few mouthfuls before you placed the now empty cup in the sink.
“So where is that son of mine, I hope he is treating you right.”
Leon says as he grabbed his mug and then took a sip from it, you couldn’t help but watch his adams apple bobbed slightly with each swallow, but you quickly cleared your throat as you looked away.
“he is upstairs playing video games.”
You say not being able to hit the pout in your tone, you turned around to face Leon and leaned against the kitchen sink, your hands gently resting on the metal of the sink. You saw Leon chuckle and shake his head and something about this slight grin when he laughs made your heart skip a little.
“I guess somethings never change with that boy, but it sounds like he needs to learn some priorities.”
Leon mumbled before he pushed himself off his seat, his muscles flexing and constricting as he stood, he closed his laptop screen before he turned his body towards you and started to walk his, his frame easily covering yours as he caged in you in against his body and the metal of the kitchen sink.
“he should know how lucky he is, to have a sweet little thing like you keeping his bed warm every night, if I had a woman like you…”
Leon trails off and you couldn’t help the soft squeak noise that left your lips at the implication, you could feel his lips gently brush against the bare skin of your shoulder, you where wearing just an oversized shirt and some shorts, since it was all you had packed and your boyfriend didn’t seem to like it when you wore his clothing.
“I wouldn’t let you leave my bed.”
He says with a soft growl as you felt his lips trace from up your shoulder to your collar bone, to your neck and then your jawline and then lastly just hovering over your lips. You could feel yourself gulp again as you took in a shuttering breath as your eyes never left his, you knew this was wrong that you should just push him away and match right upstairs, to get away from this temptation but you couldn’t.
“How would you keep me in your bed.”
You found yourself asking in a small voice as if you didn’t want your boyfriend to hear you, the deep growl that almost sounded painful left Leon’s lips caused you to clench your thighs together as you clenched around nothing, your boyfriend never had that effect on you before.
“Oh, sweet girl there are so many ways I could keep a pretty thing like you in my bed, firstly you would have my full undivided attention, no distractions just you letting me make you feel good.”
Leon spoke his tone taking on a gentle purr as his muscular arm wrapped around your waist from behind as he leaned in closer to you, the scent of his cologne was making your head spin it was a mix of sandalwood and earthy with notes of gunpowder. Your hands came up to his chest as if you were trying to stabilize yourself.
“I’d take my time exploring every curve of your body, mapping out all your sensitive spots with either my tongue or my hands because I know you like the look of my hands princess.”
Your head was spinning even more now, his dirty words were sending a fire down your spine hotter than anything you had felt in years, You couldn’t help the soft whimper that left your lips.
“And when I finally stretch your pussy around my cock, I’ll make sure to hit every spot that makes you mew and cry with every deep thrust, making you feel completely lost in ecstasy.”
“Fuck.”
Falls from your lips before you could stop it, you looked away from Leon not being able to meet his eyes after what he just said, you needed to leave now more than every, because you knew if you stayed any longer you would give yourself to this man. You felt his large callous hands gently moved around to your hips giving them a soft squeeze, then to under your sleep shorts as he carefully gripped your ass, pulling you closer to him.
“I can’t Mr Ken-Leon, it would be wrong and I’m with your son, even if he seems more interested in video games.”
You weakly protest as you looked up onto Leon’s blue eyes, you could see the hunger in them, the desire to have you right then and there, but you knew in your heart if you truly told him no then he would back off and in that moment you truly felt like a desired woman, even if it was with the wrong man.
“Sweetheart if you truly don’t want this, then I will respect your choice and let you go back upstairs to my son, but I have seen the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you, but if you want me I am prepared to be your dirty little secret y/n, let me make up for what my son lacks.”
Leon said before you felt the gentle pads of his index finger and middle finger gently stroke your folds from behind, making a soft whine like moan leave your lips as your nails dug into the soft fabric of his shirt.
You didn’t know what was more embarrassing, the squeaky moan that left your lips or the fact you can hear how wet you are with him just gently stroking the outside of your folds.
“relax Sweetheart, let me make you feel good.”
Leon purred as he placed a soft kiss on your head almost affectionately, you couldn’t believe this, here you were standing in your boyfriend’s house getting fingered by his father, while he was upstairs playing video games, and what’s crazier is that you where letting him, that your body was opening up to Leon even when you knew how wrong this was.
The slow stroking of his fingers was making your body melt, the rough callous would catch on your clit, making a soft mew leave your lips as buck your hips against Leon, as you buried your face in his chest to muffle your moans.
“That’s it princess, forget about everything else and let me make you feel good.”
Leon whispered against your ear as he placed a soft kiss on your neck, before he slowly eased in a finger then a groan left his lips, causing those same butterflies in your stomach from before, you found yourself moving your hips at the same rhythm as his finger, it wasn’t that much of a stretch but it still felt good, especially when he curled it up every so slightly causing you to tremble in his arms.
“Do you want me to fill you up baby doll.”
Leon asked against your neck as he still his finger inside of your gummy walls, you where breathing heavily, your mind seemingly thousands of miles away, but when you looked at Leon you had a dazed look in your eyes as you gave me a soft nod, soon you where pressed against the kitchen counter top, Your shorts pulled down to just below your ass as Leon pushed down his sweats.
You rested on your elbows as you looked back at Leon over your shoulder, but you sucked in a harsh breath when you felt his tip gently slide through your folds, as Leon used your slick to lube up his cock.
“wait con-“
But the words die in your throat as you felt Leon push inside, you could feel every bump and ridge of his cock as he slowly slid deeper and deeper, this was the first time doing bareback. You gripped the countertop as you felt yourself going on your tippy toes, he was so much bigger than you expected but the stretch felt like heaven, you weren’t no virgin even before meeting Leon’s son, but it never felt anything like this.
The groan that left Leon’s lips was pure sin, and for the first time you let the heat wash over you as you pushed your hips back against him.
“So goddamn tight sweet girl, like you were made for my cock.”
Leon grunted as he placed one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder, as if he was holding you in place, his dirty talk was causing your gummy walls to clench around him massaging his cock. He set a deep rolling rhythm, not to fast to seem like he was rushing, but not so slow you would get bored just perfectly in the middle.
His cock hit spot you didn’t even know existed in your body, he helped you with your movement, gently moving your hips up as if pulling you onto his cock so it wasn’t such a strain on your toes, since he was a bit taller than you. His other hand came up to gently rest around your neck, before he gently pulled you back and kissed your forehead.
You had to bit your bottom lip to keep your moans from spilling from your lips, the only sounds that could be heard from the kitchen, was the faint sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin mingling in with your muffled moans and cries and Leons grunts.
“that’s its baby, you’re taking me so well.”
Leon praised you as he kept peppering kisses on your forehead and keep his thrust slow but deep, you could feel the knot tightening in your stomach already.
Your boyfriend wasn’t this affectionate with you when it came to being intimate, the man could barely find the clit and that was just the start of his ‘issues’ but you did love him because outside of the bedroom he was sweet and kind, but sometimes it felt he was too immature or naive, but you used to think that was his charm.
But as the years started to go by you started to wonder if he would ever grow up, and maybe one day be like his father, thinking like that made your heart clench with guilt because you know you shouldn’t think like that, but in reality his son wanted to play video games all day and drink mountain dew, meanwhile Leon was a man that made your heart race and actually feel like a desired woman.
“Leon.”
His name fell from your lips, you could see his pupils getting bigger before you pulled his down kissing him hard, you felt him pick up the pace as he started pounding into you, the countertop creaking ever so slightly, but his lips against your muffled your moans but when he paused to fully hilted himself inside of you and run his pubic bone against your clit your lost it, as you came around him with a whiney sob.
Once you came down from your high, you felt Leon slowly and carefully pull out, before watching your mixed essences dripped out of your slit onto the kitchen floor. Soon he picked you up and sat you on the kitchen counter, your thighs still trembling slightly, before he kneeled down between your legs.
“What are you doing?”
You asked him in a rough voice, before you felt his tongue gently lick a flat stripe up your slit. Causing a whine to leave your lips, as his fingers went into his greying blonde hair. You could hear Leon mumble against your pussy, before he pulled away licking his lips.
“Just cleaning up my messy princess.”
He said with a lazy grin before he gives your pussy one last lick and kiss, before he grabs your shorts and re-dresses you, after Leon put his sweatpants on, he picked you up bridal style and started heading upstairs.
“where are we going?”
You asked him as he went into the opposite direction of his son’s room, where she is meant to be, Leon just smiled as he kicked open his own bedroom door and walked inside before he placed you on his bed.
Been thinking abt Vergil and here are some stuff i personally hc abt him and how he would act around a s/o:
If Dante loves like the sun, then Vergil is the moon. Dante's display of love and affection is out there. It shines on everyone, it is bright and warm. Vergil on the other hand, he loves quietly, gentle like the moonlight and it feels private. Like he keeps that love just for his partner, shows it only when the two are alone.
I also hc that Vergil is extremely devoted as a partner. This man's dedicates himself to his beloved the way he dedicated himself to power. But despite the fierce devotion, he is very and i mean veeery, gentle with displaying his affection
Soft kisses, gentler tone, a hand is always over the shoulde or the waist. If sat, he would initiate physical contact through simply putting his hand over his partner's. Whether his partner wants to drive that act of affection further is their choice. Either way he welcomes it all.
Oh- regarding pet names.. i don't think Vergil would use them regularly. His partner's name is sweet enough in his ears. Maybe , occasionally, once in a blue moon. But it is not frequent. Also, he might disintegrate from embarrassment.
I feel like he just saw how Sparda treated Eva and made that his goal. That is his standard.
He still has his brutal honesty. But it's not as sharp as the yamato😅 it's the tone, and the eyes that hint that he bears no ill intent.
"I don't despise you but you should cease this behaviour."-ahh sort of honesty. (That one line from the PGR X DMC colab)
Still awkward af. He's finding his way with words that are not just abt his own ambitions. Give him time. He may stumble, but Vergil's words are always from the heart. Asking him to elaborate more is always helpful.
PDA wise... Vergil is def the shyest. Like, i mean the best his partner will get is him standing very close to them. Or if they were to trip he would help them balance themselves before facing the floor, a quiet mutter about being careful and then completely syncing his walking pace to keep an eye on his partner. That's it-
Love language wise, .. i think Vergil is the type to show it through acts of service most, then quality time.
I also need to note that Vergil, much like Dante, does not see himself worthy of love and someone else's affection. He has made mistakes, followed the wrong path, he is still traumatised from not only his childhood but years of spending with Mundus and experiencing his weak body falling apart. He realizes his mistakes, and wants to move forward. But he feels like if he ever becomes deserving of someone else's love, it is when he has reached full peace and healing. It does not hurt one bit if his partner reminds him that they can walk this path together. After all, V did say he also wanted to be protected and loved.
Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, kidnapping, obsessive/yandere themes
Summary: Caught in the chaos of battle, you’re left behind when Columbina whisks your companions to safety. Powerless and defenseless, you fall into the grip of the Rächer and get dragged into the abyss.
Word count: 1.1k
flowerr: Saw this fine man and I went FERAL. I NEED HIM. I LOVE INSANE MEN LIKE RERIR, SCAR, DOTTORE AND WOMEN LIKE CAMELLYA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—
( ๑‾̀◡‾́) ▄︻テحكـ━一💥
Also this is my first time writting like this sooo pls pls give me feedback (╥﹏╥)(╥﹏╥)(╥﹏╥)
The fog was thick enough to smother the moon. You walked in silence, boots crunching on the gravel path that wound between jagged cliffs and the restless sea.
Traveler led the way, Paimon floating close at their shoulder, while Flins walked behind — ever the sentinel, his spear glinting faintly with an electric hum.
“Stay close,” he murmured, his tone calm but edged with warning. “These waters… they hide more than they reveal.”
The stillness was pretty unsettling. No gulls. No wind. Even the ocean seemed to hush its waves. That was when you felt it — the prickle down your spine, the sudden weight pressing on the air.
And then, he emerged.
A figure cloaked in crimson and shadow stepped from the mist. Bandage-like wrappings wound around his form, dark aura leaking from every movement. His eyes, sharp as blades, glowed faintly with abyssal light.
Rerir. The Rächer of Solnari.
“You stray far from the warmth of your false gods,” he said, his voice low and measured, like venom poured in honey. His gaze flicked across your group — lingering briefly on you before shifting to Flins. “And you… Lightkeeper. Still clinging to a rotting flame.”
Flins tightened his grip on his spear. “Back.” His order was quiet but firm, directed at you. You didn’t argue — your chest already felt too tight to breathe.
Then chaos erupted.
Traveler lunged first, sword flashing, but Rerir moved with an inhuman speed, parrying with a single sweep of corrupted energy that sent sparks across the stone.
Flins was at their side in an instant, spear crackling with Electro as he forced Rerir back. Paimon shrieked warnings, darting desperately to stay out of range before stopping beside you.
You stumbled as the ground itself split, abyssal roots crawling upward, searing the earth black. Every strike of Rerir’s warped the air, pressing down on you like the weight of an ocean.
“Fragile,” he whispered as Traveler staggered. “Fleeting.” His gaze snapped back to you. “Unchosen.”
Your stomach dropped.
Flins caught the attack meant for you, grunting as his spear shuddered beneath the force. He was bleeding now, crimson staining his medal-lined coat, but he didn’t yield. He never did.
Still… you could see it. He was losing ground.
The moment came like the snap of a thread. Traveler was knocked sprawling, their blade skidding across stone. Paimon screamed, trying to drag them upright. Flins braced as you tried to help him up, but his knees buckled as another blow tore across his guard.
Rerir’s chuckle was soft, cruel. He turned, steps slow, deliberate, closing the distance between you and Flins. Though you remain powerless, you threw yourself in front of Flins, in hopes that he regains his strength.
“No Vision. No power. Nothing to shield you.” His voice dipped lower, intimate, as though the words were only meant for you. “You are the weakest. And yet… fate leaves you here for me.”
Your breath hitched. Your legs wouldn’t move.
And then — a sound pierced through.
Soft singing, eerie and sweet, threading through the fog like a lullaby. The air shimmered, and a girl appeared, delicate as a porcelain doll: Columbina. Her expression was unreadable, her smile faint, almost tender.
With a flick of her fingers, a swell of magic burst across the battlefield. Light swallowed Traveler, Paimon, and Flins in an instant — and they were gone.
Relief surged through you for half a second… until you realized.
She hadn’t taken you.
The fog stilled. Silence stretched. Rerir’s shadow loomed, his eyes gleaming as he realized the truth.
“Well,” he said softly, tilting his head like a predator savoring the moment. “Isn’t this… providence.”
The abyss crept closer, curling around your ankles like dark chains.
You were alone. Visionless. And Rerir was smiling.
How could the Damselette have left you? Didn't she like you? She always sang to you and always asked for your company.
You tried to step back, but the fog clung too thick, your foot snagging against the broken earth. Before you could move again, his hand shot out.
Fingers like iron wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward. You gasped, stumbling into his chest. His grip was unyielding, pressing your skin so tightly you swore you’d bruise.
“Struggle?” His voice was low, almost amused. “Go on. Show me how powerless you truly are.”
You did — instinct forcing you to wrench against him, twisting, clawing at his clawed hand. But he didn’t budge.
His other hand rose slowly, brushing the line of your jaw. The contrast was maddening — one hand bruising, the other tracing as though you were something precious.
“Visionless,” he murmured, breath warm against your ear. “And yet… you glow. I wonder why.”
He jerked your wrist upward, forcing you closer. Your heartbeat thundered in your throat, panic clawing at every nerve.
“I could break you here.” His words were calm, spoken like fact. “And no one would ever stop me. Not the Lightkeeper. Not your Outlander. Not even that moon goddess.”
The abyss at his feet swirled higher, tendrils curling around your ankles, cool and biting. You flinched, but he only smirked at the way your body trembled.
“Ah… there it is,” he whispered, leaning down, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Fear. So much purer than any Vision’s light.”
His hand slid to your throat — not squeezing, but firm enough that you could feel the promise behind his touch. A vow, dark and dangerous.
“You’re mine now.”
Rerir’s grip stayed at your throat, his thumb brushing slowly along the curve of your pulse. His smirk deepened as he felt how frantically your heart pounded.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured. “Good. You should.”
Then, faintly—so faintly you almost doubted you heard it—a voice echoed through the fog. A sing-song lilt, airy and careless.
“Oh… I left the pretty one behind by mistake.”
Columbina.
Your chest seized. Relief should have come, but it didn’t.
"Release them, Sinner. They aren't yours."
Rerir chuckled low in his throat, the sound rumbling against you. “Pretty one…” He repeated it, completely ignoring the moon goddesses threat, savouring the words as though they were meant just for him. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, making you wince. “Even she sees it. How fortunate for me.”
You struggled, shaking your head, voice breaking out in a gasp. “L-let me go—!”
Instead, he pulled you closer, so close the abyss curling from his body licked at your clothes, searing cold. His lips hovered by your ear, his words cutting deep.
“No,” he whispered, final and absolute. “They can try to come back for you. But when they do… you’ll already be mine.”
Columbina moved to strike but alas he was faster.
The fog swallowed the last glimmer of the path, leaving you with nothing but his voice, his grip, and the abyss.
Leaving you trapped in the Sinner's grasp.
border by :@leilakitya
written by @sungjinwooscertifiedwife
do not copy, or use in ai
reposts are allowed but don't claim my work as yours.
greetings everyone! I know i haven't been active as much and i wanted to give a quick reason why. I recently started at a new job and my hours have been weird (im waking up at 4 am). So i'm still trying to get used to everyone plus i do have a little bit of writers block. I have the beginning and end to a story just not the middle (a.k.a the majority of it)
I'm hoping within the next month to get everyone back on track and start writing again. I apologize for how long these request are taking
May I please request a Yusuke x Fem!Reader scenario where the reader is a famous singer and rapper and is having an album cover contest which Yusuke wins and he gets big prizes for it?
hello there! I'm sorry this took so long to write but you can read it here!
Prompt: May I please request a Yusuke x Fem!Reader scenario where the reader is a famous singer and rapper and is having an album cover contest which Yusuke wins and he gets big prizes for it?
Pairing: Yusuke Kitagawa / Fem!Reader
Summary:
Word Count: 1k
S/N = stage name
"What are you painting that for Inari?" Futaba asked while peering around the side of the taller male."
"A contest. The wonderful Y/N has opened to contest to design her next album, and I intent to be that winner.
"You're entering a contest? That sounds wonderful." Makoto spoke as she entered the room, with Ann following. "Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna win for sure!"
The tall male softly smiled at his two friends encouraging words.
"Truth be told i am unsure if i can actually win this contest. However i will not let that stop me from creating the best work of art i possibly can."
For the next several minutes, Yusuke painted away on his canvas. Brush sliding across the canvas, leaving strokes of color in its wake. His friends conversation drowned out as his full attention is on the work in front of him.
He took a few steps back to get the full view of his work before letting out a loud gasp.
"It is perfection. An absolute work of art."
At the artists outburst. Everyone quickly gathered around to see the finished work. Their words of approval muddle together as they all spoke at once, Yet Yusuke still got the meaning as a proud smile rises on his lips.
"So what's next?" Ann spoke up after she was done admiring his work. "I take a several picture of it and send it in. It'll take a few weeks, maybe even months before I hear anything back."
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Every morning over a next several weeks, Yusuke woke up and checked his emails. However instead of simply deleting the spam like normal, he was looking for a specific one. The one that told him weather or not he won the contest.
After multiple mornings of disappointments, he finally got the message. However he didn't open it right away. Instead he messaged the group chat asking if they could meet up all together.
When everyone finally arrived he quickly informed everyone of the reasoning behind his request.
"Well what did they say? Did ya win or not?" Ryuji spoke up first.
Yusuke sighed softly before speaking "I am unsure, I could not bring myself to open it. I admit it scared me to face the possible rejection by myself."
Makoto was the first to move. Walking up to the male before holding our her hand.
"Well if you want, I could read it for you and tell you the news?"
With a smile, Yusuke handed over his device. "Ah, you have my thanks."
The student council president quickly began reading through the message. Mumble some of the words she came across, until she got to the important part.
"We thank you for taking time our of your day to imagine and create your art work. After careful consideration we have decided to use your work for S/N's next cover art."
Makoto didn't get to finish the full sentence before everyone began congratulation Yusuke. While everyone else was doing so she continued to read - then informed him later of the other details.
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Over the next two weeks, Yusuke continues to read the second part of the email. Making sure he got the details correct and also to make sure he didn't just dream it
Yusuke still expect to wake up one morning unable to find the message or anything regarding the contest, making it just a dream
On the day of the event, treated it like a normal day. Got up, showered, eat breakfast then went to the venue to make sure he got a good spot. Sadly for him, everyone else had the same idea as a huge crowd has already formed. Men and woman alike screaming about how excited they are see you.
When it was his turn to enter, he was surprised to be informed that a special seat in the front row had been designated just for him.
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"Thank you so much for coming out today! I hope you enjoyed the show and I cant wait for you to listen to my new album!" Your sweet voice filled the overstuffed area as you spoke after the concert officially ended.
Following directions, Yusuke stayed in his seat and waited for a staff member to get him.
Glancing around, he noted the slowly dwindling crowd. Meanwhile the screams of adoration still ringing in his ears, though you have left the stage several minutes ago.
It wasn't long after that a man in black with sunglasses approached him. "Miss S/N is ready to see you now." The man spoke before turning around and heading towards the backstage area.
The blue haired artist quickly hurried after the man and found his way backstage. Passing several important looking people before finding himself standing in front of a door with your name plastered on it.
After a knock on the door and a few words spoken, the man from before left and Yusuke found himself alone in the same room as you.
"So, You're the one who made the winning cover art?." Your words came out as a statement rather than a question. "Thank you. It's beautiful. You definitely have a lot of talent."
The artiest was at a loss for words. He was used to his friends complimenting his work, but never someone outside that friend circle. He muttered a jumble of words before finally spilling out a 'thank you'.
A soft giggle left your lips at his reaction, however you left it alone after that. Opting to switch to a more general question.
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Neither one of you noticed how late it has gotten, It wasn't until your manger knocked on the door informing you of your tour bus arriving. You let out a slight swear at the realization before apologizing to Yusuke - assuming you took up all his time. To your surprised, he shook his head. "I had fun today, Otherwise I would have been sitting at my apartment all alone."
You were taken back by his reveal but quickly recovered and began writing something down on a piece of paper.
"Well, next time you're bored. Give me a call, or text. I really enjoyed talking to you today."
Yusuke thanked you for the offer, then made his way out of your dressing room and to the bus stop outside the venue. Once in his seat, the entire encounter hit him. Look down with a smile at your number.
The weather has changed almost too quickly for your tastes; you can admit to enjoying a brisk breeze, maybe a few fluffy snowflakes across the lawn while you’re safe indoors. But when the chill invades your home, slipping past your windows and into your bones, well— that’s when the complaining starts, too.
“Didn’t I tell you that you’ve gotta sleep in your own bed?” Shinjiro’s already-deep voice is even rougher with the edge of sleep. You’ve nestled yourself under the covers with him, your face pressed firmly between his shoulder blades, and he hadn’t even flinched when your cold hands slipped under his warm shirt. “You’re the one that said the cold wouldn’t be so bad. Get back in your own room.”
“Mmm, nope,” you snuggle even closer. Shinji may be gruff and tough, but he’s got the softest spot in the world for you, both in his heart and in his bed. “I’m too cozy here now. You’re stuck with me.”
He sighs, a resigned sound, as if this whole situation was already set in stone. “—at least get your coldass feet off mine.”
You giggle to yourself as he rolls over, and one of Shinjiro’s large hands tangles in your hair, pressing your face into his broad chest as he rolls on top of you. “Hey—!” You squeak as he smothers you under his weight.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, “you said I’m stuck with you. Might as well keep you from complainin’ so I can get back to sleep.”
