Jokes of Ming Fan retaliating by banging Luo Binghe's Dad as retaliation for snagging Shen Qingqiu (which is debatable on whether Ming Fan actually does this on purpose) have lead me to the thought that...Luo Binghe is both smart enough, strategic enough, and bastard enough to leverage his status in a way that gives Ming Fan d10 psychic damage.
Tianlang-jun had been the former Emperor, Luo Binghe would idly foist all the responsibilities that would come with being the Emperor back onto him- but TLJ likes his freedom.
Ah but Da-shixiong has all the skills to manage an empire. It's no different from managing a peak surely.
Next time Luo Binghe sees his Da-shixiong, Ming Fan nearly goes into a qi deviation as Luo Binghe calls him "Empress Dowager" He isn't LBH's mother? It was Su Xiyan who birthed him MF screams? Ah well, technicalities. LBH certainly doesn't care, all questions should now be diverted to the Empress Dowager to answer.
Bonus points that Ming Fan thinks its a brutally effective prank that he won't admit he's impressed by until Mobei-jun salutes him.
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So, since show Marleau and Hunter are older than the book versions, how about them being rookies together.
Not with the rivalry of Ilya and Shane, instead becoming instantly friends, sticking together like they're glued to each other, laughing at inside jokes that make no sense to the rest ofnthe world but to them.
Rooming together during away games, Cliff dragging rookie Scott to family dinners and being like "yep, I acquired a new brother. He's got a different surname and parents, but they're not around anymore and he could use a new set of family figures! Look at him, he's perfect! Come, mama made homemade pasta, not the kind from the supermarket, you'll love it!"
Them falling a little apart when drafted to different teams, finding different people (both Carter amd Ilya), loving their new people and teams. But that wont chamge the fact scott spent years going on trips with his big, extended family, and they still call him, and watch his games, and he remembers birthdays, and one of the older sisters even had him be the godfather to her second child.
So when he meets Kip his brain is one part "keep it secret, keep it safe", the other is "get on the phone and call Cliff and scream at him that you found the most beautiful boy ever, Scott."
But also, they're not really brothers, so it's okay, they were each other first kiss and first time. They were too scared of ruining everything, and scott had just got himself a brand new family who likes him, he wasnt gonna ruin that.
Gray stared at the mug that Natsu had set in front of him, watching the steam rising from it. Slowly, he wrapped trembling hands around it, the warmth a balm against the lingering chill of the night terrors that had roused them both far too early. Lifting it he took a sip, and frowned. “Hot Chocolate?”
“I’m not giving you coffee at this time of day,” Natsu replied, sipping from his own mug. “No matter how much you want to stay awake.” His gaze too knowing as he met Gray’s, soft with understanding and Gray swallowed and took another sip.
Hello! For the prompt list, could you write 5 & 49 with Seonghwa as the sick one and San as the caretaker? I love their brotherly dynamic~ Thank you!
I'm so sorry this request is about 9 months old! If you're still here, anon, I hope you enjoy this fic. I really did enjoy writing it and I love the dynamic between these two!
Pairing: Seonghwa x San - platonic intentions, but read as you please
Prompts: "Try and get some food down. Anything" || "Sorry. I'm… I'm really dizzy"
Words Count: 2489
Warnings: Illness || Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Sickness
San doesn't usually wake up in the middle of the night. He has a very thorough nightly routine that he completes meticulously each evening. He spends upwards of an hour in the bathroom each night, completing his skin care and dental care and emptying himself of anything that might disturb his precious hours of uninterrupted sleep. He swears by this routine. Sleeping in his own bed is a luxury these days, so he doesn't even want to waste 1 precious minute on something as trivial as using the bathroom.
So he's naturally disgruntled when he wakes in the middle of the night unable to quickly doze back to sleep. Despite his nightly rituals, he still finds himself having to pee at half past 3 in the morning. He blames it on drinking Mingi's leftover coffee. Can't let precious caffeine go to waste either. He only feels a hint of remorse.
Begrudgingly, he throws the covers off of himself and hustles down to the bathroom. If he's quick, he might be able to get it done without losing the fuzzy feeling of sleep. In and out, then back to sleep. That's the plan.
That plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters the bathroom to find Seonghwa draped across the toilet seat, skin white as a ghost. And if the sight isn't enough of a clue, there's an overpowering stench of vomit lingering in the air.
"Hwa-hyung!" San exclaims. He stands petrified in the doorway, like he's awaiting further instruction. He's not really sure what he's supposed to do. Seonghwa is the caretaker of the group, how is he supposed to take care of him.
Seonghwa lifts his head to look at San, a pained expression on his face and a vacant look in his eyes. He shushes the younger, "You'll-" He cuts himself off with a nauseous burp, "You'll wake Mingi."
Of course, even draped helplessly over the only toilet in their apartment, looking minutes away from comatose, Seonghwa is still thinking about the others. San clicks his tongue. And Mingi, of all people, a historically heavy sleeper. The building could be mid-demolition and he'd be none the wiser. "No I won't," San says confidently. Still he lowers his voice just for good measure.
The remnants of sleep are gone and he's on high alert now. He knows he won't be able to go back to sleep knowing that his hyung is feeling so miserably unwell. So he enters the small bathroom and closes the door behind him for privacy. He also turns on the bathroom fan, to hopefully ventilate some of the smell out of the room.
"Don't come any closer, San-ah." Seonghwa stops mid-command to gag. It's unnaturally loud, echoing in the now sealed room, but unproductive. "I might be contagious."
"I don't care." San replies without thinking, like it's the most natural response in the world. "You need help."
Seonghwa shakes his head, not making any eye-contact with the younger. "I can take care of myself." He says in such a way that San can't help but be skeptical. "You're younger than me. I'm not your responsibility."
"You're my hyung," San stands his ground, already resolved to help Seonghwa. At least through the night, he can let Hongjoong know in the morning and they can work out a more long-term plan from there. "And my family is my responsibility."
Seonghwa looks like he has another objection queued up, but before he can respond he bows his head into the toilet bowl when the formerly unproductive gag returns. This time, a slurry of sick pours out his open mouth. The oldest whimpers and moans as he stomach convulses to get every last drop out of him.
San notices it's mostly clear and speculates that Seonghwa has been throwing up for so long that he's empty. Since they all ate the same thing, he concludes it's likely a stomach bug, not a lone case of food poisoning. While Seonghwa continues to stare into the bowl, San takes the opportunity to approach his hyung. He crouches down next to him and runs a hand along his back, "You're okay. Get it out. That's good." He whispers sweet reassurances until the episode is over.
All the tension leaves Seonghwa's body at once, leaving him slack against the toilet seat. San's hand on his back distracts him from the cramping in his stomach, so for now he stops trying to shoo the younger away. The attention actually feels kind of nice, reminds him of home, of being the youngest in the family. Reminds him of how much he misses it.
The porcelain seat is cold, but San's body is teeming with warmth. He craves that warmth, the comfort that comes with physical contact. It's more alluring than the ceramic bowl. It takes way more effort than it should, but he pushes himself off the toilet seat and into San's open arms.
San sees Seonghwa's intention and helps him settle in, wrapping his arms comfortingly around his hyung. He uses just enough pressure so that he's hugging, but not squeezing. "Poor hyung, you really must not be feeling well." He soothes, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa's sweaty temple.
Seonghwa whines, a long drawn out sound that might be an affirmative. He mumbles something about "hurt" and "cold" but all the words are muffled against San's shoulder.
"C'mon, why don't we get you back to bed?" San suggests. He contemplates getting his hyung in the shower, but decides against it given the elder's weak state. Maybe when some of his energy returns, he'll push for a shower.
"Couch," Seonghwa counters.
San's eyebrow raises in curiosity, "You don't want to sleep in your bed. It's much more comfortable than the couch." He recommends, "If you're still worried about waking Mingi, don't be. His door is closed."
Seonghwa shakes his head the tiniest bit. If San hadn't been critically analyzing his hyung's every movement, he would have missed it. "Not about Mingi," Seonghwa insists. His eyes start to water and his lower lip quivers. "Please, just couch." He begs through a sob.
Though San doesn't totally understand why, he can tell it's a sensitive topic and surrenders. "Okay, okay," he hushes, "I'll take you to the couch. I'll set up a nice, soft blanket for you and get you extra pillows. Okay, how does that sound?" Seonghwa does like the sound of that, he affirms it with a small "mmhm."
San pushes Seonghwa away just long enough to stand up on his own. Once he's on his feet, he holds out a hand to his hyung, "Can you stand?"
Seonghwa holds the outstretched hand, squeezing it with all the might he can muster. He uses his other hand to hold into the edge of the sink, trying to get himself up. He makes it onto his knees, but can't make it any further. With a sniffle, he shakes his head sadly at his dongsaeng.
San doesn't question it or force anything more from his hyung. He simply steps in and helps Seonghwa to his feet, shouldering much of his hyung's weight onto himself. "There we go, wanna try walking?" When Seonghwa doesn't object, San takes a tentative step forward, out of the bathroom. Seonghwa follows on wobbling knees.
They make it to the entrance of the living room area when Seonghwa nearly throws himself against the wall. He clings to the wall, slowly sliding down until he's on the floor, head pressed against the wall. San crawls next to him, "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, I'm… I feel really dizzy." He explains his sudden transition to the floor. "I just need a minute."
There's a cold hand pressed against Seonghwa's forehead, something to focus on that will hopefully make his world stop spinning. Even with his eyes closed, he feels like he's riding a carousel at 160 kph. "You're burning up." The younger gasps like this is new information. Seonghwa has known of the fever for hours. "And you're probably dehydrated too. We've gotta get some liquid in you."
A panic shoots through San as he scans the room, hoping that by some miracle someone might be there to help him. But he knows deep down that it's a lost cause. It's still the middle of the night. And the only other person in the apartment is sound asleep. So it's all up to him. "Stay here, okay?" He encourages, "I'm gonna get stuff ready for you."
Seonghwa just nods, hand resting on his bloated stomach. Without San's cool hand to ground him, his mind is back to whirling around the carousel. He presses his head against the wall and whimpers until San's return. He has no way of knowing if seconds, minutes, or hours pass in his misery.
San can hear Seonghwa's lonely cries as he passes through the apartment. He starts in the kitchen, setting on a kettle for tea and rummaging through the mostly barren cabinets, swearing up and down that he'd seen a sleeve of crackers lying untouched just a few days ago. When the crackers don’t turn up, San whispers out a curse and peers around for something else that would be easy on his hyung’s stomach. A bowl of jook would be ideal, but that will take a long time to prepare. Seonghwa needs nutrients now.
He creates a tray of snacks, containing stray food they had in the apartment. He slices up every kind of fruit he could find, microwaves an instant noodle cup and set the flavor packet aside, and he borrowed one of Mingi’s favorite jello cups. San pours the whistling kettle over a peppermint tea bag and allows it to steep for only 1 minute, not wanting the tea to be too strong. Then he adds an electrolyte drink to the tray for good measure before carrying it out to the coffee table.
He passes through the corridor again, paying Seonghwa little mind. It seems the older has started to drift off as he rested against the wall. San figures it just buys him time to finish setting up the living room. He takes a quick detour to his hyung's room to gather some additional supplies.
Upon entering the room, San's hit with the smell of vomit. It doesn't take him long to notice the shallow pool of vomit beside the bed. He follows the trail up and sees another small puddle among the bedsheets. It's suddenly abundantly clear why Seonghwa was so adamant about not returning to his room, feeling too sickly to face the mess he'd made at some earlier point in the night.
He decides to leave the mess for now, recentering his goal of getting Seonghwa nourished, medicated, and rested. He pulls out some fresh clothes for his hyung, figuring that his current outfit is either sweat soaked or vomit stained. Likely a putrid combination of both.
He forgoes stealing the blankets off Seonghwa's bed and opts to take the bedding from his own room. But he makes sure to pick up Seonghwa’s Star Wars blanket for some familiarity and comfort. It's a child sized blanket. It hardly covers his torso effectively. But it's a great comfort to Seonghwa, especially when he's feeling sick or overly tired.
Once San spreads out all the blankets to cover the scratchy fabric of the couch, he returns to find his hyung dozed off right where he's left him. He nudges the older awake. “Hwa-hyung, wake up.” He whispers, “You shouldn't sleep here.”
Ever the light sleeper, Seonghwa rouses, though he immediately resumes his whimpers. “don't wanna get up.” A sob dies out in the back of his throat, “don't feel good.”
“I know you don't hyung,” San sympathizes, “but I have some things set up that will make you feel better.” He doesn't allow time for Seonghwa to refute before he's helping the older man to his feet and guiding him to the couch.
Seonghwa's whole weight falls onto the couch, ready to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow that San had laid out for him. He draws the Star Wars blanket close to his face and lets out a relaxed sigh. It feels like home.
“No, not just yet hyung.” San nearly shouts just to get his hyung's attention. “First, try and get some food down.” He gestures to the options displayed on the coffee table. “Anything, please.”
“Sannie, my stomach hurts” The older man slurs. “I don't think I can eat anything.”
“Hyung,” San's voice morphs into a gentle scolding tone. “You need to eat something.”
“No!” Seonghwa whimpers. “I just need to sleep.”
“You know if the roles were reversed, you'd be trying to make me eat something.” San doesn't back down, despite his hyung's bratty behavior. He gives up on asking, opting to use a bit more force. He picks up the electrolyte drink and points the straw to Seonghwa’s lips. “take a sip.”
When Seonghwa opens his mouth to refuse, the straw slides between his lips. He manages three small sips before he pushes the straw out of his mouth. “Cold.” He whines.
“How about some tea, it's nice and warm by now.” San replaces the drink bottle with the tea cup. “Sit up a bit, I'll help you.”
Seonghwa finally does as he's told. Propping himself up enough so San can tip the cup against his lips. The tea is warm, sends a wave of comfort through his chilled limbs. And the weak peppermint flavor coats his bubbling stomach. Still, he pushes San away before he's finished the cup. He just found this new comfort, he doesn't want to risk it by filling up too fast.
San sets the cup down, “jello or apples?” He offers, figuring that the noodles may be too much for his hyung's stomach right now. He's not ecstatic, but he's satisfied with the amount of liquid Seonghwa managed to take but just wants a few bites of food in him as well.
He decides on the jello, likely a result of his natural sweet tooth winning out. San spoon feeds him an astounding five bites before he purses his lips and puts a hand on his stomach. “Done.” The sick man insists.
“Okay,” San confirms. “Take a little medicine, then you can sleep again.”
Seonghwa nods and takes the pills San hands him. He only sips a bit more of the electrolyte drink to force the pills down. And finally, he lays back down, settling into the couch and curling himself into a small ball. “You'll stay?” He looks pitifully at San.
“Of course, hyung. I'll stay.” He leans against the front of the couch, resting his head on his hyung's thigh.
“Thanks, Sannie.” Seonghwa’s breathing starts to even out as sleep overtakes him, “for taking such good care of me.”
“Sleep well, Hwa.” San also starts to drift back to sleep, the adrenaline of the past hour finally dying down.
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A/N: Sorry again for another long absence in sharing fics. I have a few more request fics I'm actively working on and some original ideas I want to flesh out. I know my motivations have been wavering, but I'll get through them in time. I'm finally starting to feel more like myself again, so hopefully, I'll get out of this funk soon. But I make no promises to timing. Just know that I'm still here, still writing as I'm able to. Please accept this overdue Ateez fic as a token of my gratitude.
As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. And please call me out for any errors you notice!
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it took one look (and forever lay out in front of me) [ch 1]
ships: bowser/luigi (+ mario/peach in the first 2 chapters and mentions of past mario/pauline)
rating: not rated (for now) 18+ 🔞
words: 3.4k
chapters: 1 of 4 5
tags: a/b/o dynamics (earth has a/b/o but mushroom kingdom's world does not), hurt/comfort, protective mario, lots of instances of the bros caring for and comforting each other, scenting, luigi is an omega and mario is an alpha, some pack dynamics
summary: When Mario and Luigi ended up in the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario almost went feral, his protective instincts flaring as both brothers warily took in this strange new world. It turned out that there was no such thing as secondary genders in this world, which was fine... until they came face-to-face with the Koopa King.
The first time Mario and Luigi arrived in the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario almost went feral.
When the two brothers landed in the Mushroom Forest, they were both immediately on high alert, the smells of the unfamiliar mushrooms putting them both on edge. Luigi scrambled to hide behind his brother, clinging to Mario’s sleeve as he whimpered and warily looked around, his scent souring with his fear. And because Luigi was scared, it made Mario even more tense, emitting a low rumbling growl as he gently covered one of his brother’s hands with his own.
They cautiously trekked through the forest, sticking to a small path visible between the larger mushrooms.
And then a small humanoid mushroom with a small backpack and a long stick appeared, peeking out from behind a small cluster of ‘regular’ mushrooms, looking curious and wary as he called out to them.
Owning a small cafe with only you and your parents was harder than you had expected. It was your parents dream to open a cafe and they had finally achieved it together. You agreed to help out after school when you’re free, but you didn’t think the shop's popularity would spike so quickly. It became a hot spot for kids at your school and with that added the stress of being recognized. While you had no problem with people knowing your family owned the cafe, you weren’t the type of person to seek out the attention of others. Instead you tried your best to simply blend in and go unnoticed altogether.
You noticed the oddly nice weather as you walked to work after school. You hoped it wouldn’t be too busy because people would stay out to enjoy the nice day, but luck was not on your side.
You entered the store with a sigh as you headed to the back to get changed. “Oh, y/n! Thank goodness you’re here. Go get changed and head out to help your mother,” your father directed as he worked on a cake. You simply nodded and did as you were told.
The line had finally died off from the after school rush and you took the opportunity to clean up. As you were wiping down tables you heard the chime of the bells that hung on the door, indicating a customer had just walked in. You looked up to see a boy from your school intensely looking at the menu board. You hadn’t ever talked to him, but you knew he was quite popular and the captain of the boys volleyball team.
You walked back behind the counter and greeted him with a soft smile. “Hi, I can help you when you’re ready.”
…
Bokuto had decided he would stop by the new cafe everyone in school was talking about after his practice. He didn’t particularly have a reason to, but figured it’d be fun. He invited Akaashi and some of his other teammates to go with him, but everyone declined, causing him to be a bit depressed.
Walking into the store he could immediately tell why everyone loved it so much. It was cozy and seemed like a good place to study with friends. He scanned the menu, unsure what he would like best. The greeting of what he assumed to be an employee brought him out of his thoughts. You absentmindedly twirled a pen in your hand as you waited patiently. Bokuto felt his chest tighten slightly at the sight of you. A light blush, basically unnoticeable, painted his cheeks as he looked away. “Um well… I’m not really sure what I like, so what’s your favorite?”
You blink at him for a moment, processing what he asked. “Oh, um…” you took a moment to think, realizing you hadn’t really tried much yet. “Honestly I’m not sure. I haven’t gotten the chance to try all that much since my parents decide on new flavors by themselves,” you said with a soft chuckle.
Bokuto tilted his head. “Oh, so you’re the owner's kid I assume?”
You nodded. “The one and only,” you joked with a grin. “A lot of people seem to like our lemon cupcakes if you’re interested in something sweet. And the iced coffees are also a fan favorite as well if that interests you.”
He nodded his head, glancing back at the menu for a moment. “How about you just make whatever your favorite is to make? Or whatever new concoction you can come up with,” he said excitedly. “And I’ll try a lemon cupcake too since you suggested it.”
You shrugged. “No promises the drink will turn out good, but if that’s what you want, I’ll do my best.” You gave him a thumbs up.
He smiled and waited, watching as you skillfully made his drink. Something about you drew him in without even trying. Maybe it was the timeless beauty to your features, or something unseen. Bokuto couldn’t place just one thing that attracted his attention. There was just something about you.
You finished up the drink and passed it to him along with a cupcake. “In all honesty, I’m not sure what I just made, but let me know what you think if you ever come in again,” you said with a smile.
“Will do. How much for these? I didn’t pay before so-“
“Don’t worry about it,” you cut him off. “Since it’s not a menu item and you just asked me to make anything, you can have it for free. You could always just come back again and that would be payment enough,” you said with a smile.
His chest felt tight again as you smiled at him, making him a bit flustered. “Are you sure? Would your parents be okay with you giving out free stuff to a stranger?”
You laughed quietly. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them too bad. Plus, even if you don’t know me, I definitely know you, Bokuto Kōtarō,” you said with a wink.
He blushed more visibly this time which just made you grin. “I- uh… okay.” He ran a hand through his hair with a light chuckle to clear his thoughts. “I’ll be sure to stop by again and let you know how it was,” he said as he gave a small wave and headed out. You watched as he disappeared out of the shop, unable to stop the light blush painting your cheeks.
…
Since you met Bokuto at your family's shop it was like the boy was everywhere. You saw him in the halls, at lunch, at the convenience store, literally everywhere you went he managed to be there too. He didn’t seem to notice you though, so you were thankful for that.
He had stopped by the cafe a few times, but it was always on your days off. Your parents would tell you all about how disappointed he would get when they told him you weren’t there. Your parents knew you liked boys and were supportive no matter what, so they didn’t let the opportunity pass with the teasing. “So y/n,” your mother said with a mischievous tone to her voice. “Who’s that boy with the black and white hair that’s always asking about you when he comes in to get a cupcake?” She asked with a raised brow.
You rolled your eyes as you put your apron on. “I’ve already told you I don’t actually know him. He’s just a guy from my school, but I don’t think he actually knows that.”
“Oh come on, honey. He seems like such a sweetie,” she said with a smirk. “Cute too. You’d make quite the handsome couple.” She winked and shot you an approving thumbs up. You groaned and left to go work in the front.
Weekends were oddly mostly slower, seemingly because people were out of school and work. You couldn’t complain. It made for easy work most of the time. You normally helped with pastry making, but today you decided to run the front while your parents did all the back work.
It was slow all day, only seeing a few customers, but as you were making yourself a random concoction of a drink, the chime of bells rang through the shop. “Welcome in! I’ll be with you in just a moment,” you said without looking up to see who or how many people walked in. You could tell from the noise they brought with them it was a large group of boys. Once you were done with your drink you looked to see the entirety of the fukurodani academy boys volleyball team. You were more than a little shocked to say the least.
“Did you guys just come from a game?” You asked no one in particular.
They all quietly looked at you before Akaashi stepped forward from behind everyone. “Just a practice match actually.”
You nodded. Akaashi was in your class and you had talked a few times before, but you forgot he was also on the volleyball team. As you glanced around trying to find Bokuto, you heard the bells on the door chime again. And there he was, the boy plaguing your thoughts on the daily. Your eyes met his and he quickly rushed up to greet you.
“Hi! I’ve been trying to catch you while you’re working, but always manage to miss you,” he almost whined.
You laughed, shaking your head. “Miss me that much, huh? Or was it the drink,” you asked in a teasing tone.
He smiled proudly. “The drink you made me was amazing, but I was actually more curious to know how you knew me. I know I kinda rushed out and all, but I’ve been wondering ever since,” he explained as the rest of the team quietly observed.
Akaashi let out a disappointed sigh as he rubbed his temples in annoyance. “Bokuto, he goes to our school and he’s literally in my class. Of course he knows who you are,” Akaashi stated with an apologetic glance at you.
You couldn’t help but laugh and the group of boys behind them joined in as well. Bokuto just stood there staring at you in disbelief. “Man, if I had known someone so attractive and cool went to our school I totally would’ve asked you out ages ago!” He shamelessly admitted with a grin.
Everyone went silent and stared at him in shock. The team knew he was bold, but that was a whole new level.
“I- uh- excuse me?” You looked around at everyone for confirmation of what you’d just heard. They all shrugged, also unable to believe what their captain had just said.
“What? Why’s everyone totally freaked? I didn’t say anything wrong,” he huffed, crossing his arms.
“It’s not that we think what you said was wrong, it was just unexpected. Look at y/n. I think he short circuited,” Akaashi pointed out. You just stood frozen in place, blinking occasionally.
You heard a crash from the back and snapped out of it, knowing full well your parents were eavesdropping. You gently clapped your hand over your face with a sigh. “Okay, okay, let’s talk about that later, alright Bokuto? I’m technically working right now anyways, so what do you guys want?” The team all ordered and you made all the drinks, but Bokuto hadn’t gone yet. “So, what’ll it be for you?” You asked with a small smile.
“Are you on the menu?” He smirked, leaning against the counter.
You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away. “Not at this moment, no, but maybe in the future if you play your cards right.”
The way his face lit up reminded you of a puppy, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say you could literally see the tail wagging. “Alright then I’ll definitely have a lemon cupcake. And how about that drink you made before? Have any idea what it was?”
“I could probably figure it out,” you said with a confident smile and thumbs up. After a moment you handed him his drink with your number, name, and a winky face ;) written on the cup. “Hopefully it’s close enough to still be good.”
After they talked and hung out for a while they all said their goodbyes and left.
…
Bokuto began to notice you more and more as you started talking. Taking note of all the times you passed each other in the halls and even making an effort to invite you to eat lunch with him and his friends. You had gotten to know him better and couldn’t help but remember the words he had said about you at the cafe. Did he really think you were all that? Compared to him you were nothing special. He was so amazing and to think he even liked talking to you was hard to accept.
“Y/n, you’re spacing out. Is everything okay?” He gently touched your arm to get your attention.
You shook out of your thoughts as you looked at him. “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about something,” you said, offering him a small smile.
He frowned. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No, it was stupid. No need to worry.” You pat his shoulder, trying your best to get him to let it go. He just pouted, crossing his arms with a huff. He was such a child sometimes. Cute.
“I just wanna know how to help cheer you up,” he whined.
“I was thinking about what you said at the cafe that one time. About finding me attractive and such. I don’t know, I just find it hard to believe, you, someone literally so many people would love to be, could possibly be interested in someone like me at all.” You shrugged. “Stupid, I know.”
He swung his arm around you and pulled you close. “There’s no one else that could compare to you, n/n. I mean it when I say it too. The more I’ve gotten to know you, the more I believe that. You’re perfect in all the right ways and I genuinely, wholeheartedly, like you so much. Much more than I could ever express through words,” he said quietly into your ear.
A dark blush flushed your features as you listened to his words. Even if you didn’t know how to believe his words, you couldn’t ignore the feelings you had. You looked at him before quickly planting a kiss on his cheek. “How about we go out and you show me how much you like me then,” you whispered in his ear with a smirk.
“I’d like that a lot,” he said excitedly with a flustered blush before pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head happily, not caring about anyone or anything else around for once.
A witch, a vampire, and a werewolf walk into a living library...
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