#(dont worry this will all be a lie once he sees the crush of his life i mean what?? whow)
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OP Men and “confessing”
Ft. Law, Kid, Zoro
Hey! I was not expecting how the last post was going to go. So thank you so much! As promised, i made a follow up. Im sorry it took so long as well….i hit a writers block😙
So consider this part 2 to this post!⤵️
OP Men and being “told” they are in love with you
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Law;
This was an accident. An accident in which he wanted to throw Shachi, Penguin, Ikakku, and Bepo overboard.
You were ordered to organize medical supplies in the closet that was connected to the room he was in. You kept the lights off cause the light of the room Law was in lit up the closet so you could see just fine.
The group barges in.
“Captain, we dont know where your little crush is at. Have you seen them?” Penguin teases while asking curiously.
Law’s face goes cold. His eyes widen and his mouth opens and he does a “knock it off” motion with his hands.
“What? Your hands fell asleep?”
Law sighed.
“They’re right there.” He pointed at the closet door where you slowly walked out, a blush spreading to your ears at what Penguin had said.
Bepo, who was behind the rest slowly backed away. Law scowls at them. They knew where this was going. They have no chance to defend themselves before his fingers go up.
“Shambles”
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You are left alone with Law. His eyes couldnt dare to meet yours.
“Dont listen to what they sa-“
“Is it true?” You interrupted him with slight hesitation.
His eyes finally met yours. He didnt have to say anything for you to understand what those yellow orbs were saying to you. And most of all, he knew he couldn’t lie to you at this point.
“Yes…” he says softly.
“Like….wise?”
He gasps softly and immediately looks up. His feet move on their own as he was no longer in his chair, but instead right in front of you.
“You mean that?”
You nod. More sure than anything.
Law leans close to you… he didnt know if what he was thinking was the right choice. Every little thing he did was thought for. It all had a plan, no matter how small it was. But there were rare occasions of impulsiveness…this was that occasion…He decided to take that risk.
His hand cups your cheek, your lips were caressed by back and forth swipes of his thumb.
“May I?” He asks, you can hear the boost of confidence in his voice behind the loud beats of your heart.
You don’t hesitate for once and nod. When your lips go crashing into one another, you can feel a few pair of eyes watching at the edge of the doorframe. They had somehow ran all the way from where they were sent so they didn’t miss the show. Law doesn’t pull away from this moment. A moment he waited ages for. But he does lift his hand up.
“Uh oh”
“Shambles”
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Kid;
“Huh?” You raise your eyebrows at his declaration towards Killer. “What did Killer do?”
You had a soft look in your eyes. You were worried that you had done something or that you were unwanted in his workshop right now. “I can leave..”
“No,no. Stay.” Kid said with his usual rough voice but it had a hint of softness in it.
“What did you need me here for?”
“For nothing.” He said bluntly.
His lack of answers and short responses was making you feel stupid. Did he want you here or not? Frankly, you were starting to get a bit annoyed.
“Are you trying to mess with me or something?”
“What? Why would i do that?” He says as he turns back and does sketches for an upcoming design for some new machinery.
“I don’t know. You’re busy right now and killer sends me in here just for you to say you don’t need me! Did you want company?”
“No.”
You scoff. Kid notices his behavior and decides to tone it down.
“I-i mean yes. Company… sure”
You roll your eyes.
“Im leaving.”
But before you can walk off, a calloused and warm hand catches your wrist. A calloused and warm hand lifts your chin to meet his gaze. A calloused and warm hand cups your cheek. A calloused and warm hand goes behind your head and pulls you closer.
He studies your face. Making sure you were aware of what he was going to do. Making sure you were comfortable enough for him to proceed. When you give a slight nod, his red lips crash into yours… it was soft… testing-out-the-waters kind of soft until he decided to really get into it.
It isnt when he pulls away and you look up at him in shock that he gives you a smug smile.
“You can go now.”
You smile and begin to walk away, but before you do, you look at your face in a nearby reflection. Your lips had his lipstick stains and you look back at him.
“Damn. You need some kiss-proof lipstick”
You wipe the red smears off your lip.
“And you need to go to hell.”
But he did what you suggested. He bought kiss-proof lipstick…for you.
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Zoro;
The crew was all gathered at the table for breakfast. A usual routine in the morning. But….everyone was at the table except you and Zoro.
Nami thought she hit jackpot with your late appearances. She leaned over towards Sanji and whispered in his ear. Sanji listened intently and did multiple “uh huh”’s in agreement before his eyes widened.
“HE’S WHAT!? ZORO’S IN LOVE WITH-“ He shouted out in which Nami quickly covered his mouth just in time.
“Shut up idiot! Thats why we’re asking for your help!”
“I’ll do it. Just to see y/n reject him” he smirked devilishly.
Nami face palmed and Robin giggled.
Soon enough, the plan was whispered to the entire table, and as soon as she sat back down, you walked in with Zoro right behind.
You sit down, Zoro right next to you as Sanji served breakfast. But just like Nami’s plan… and a touch of his self. He swooned over you. Every compliment in the book was thrown at you. You couldn’t help but blush and thank him.
Zoro on the other hand? He was fed up.
He could only take so much. But once he saw that Sanji was getting to you? He slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and faced Sanji, face to face.
“You trying to do something cook?”
“Like what? Serve my fellow crewmate?”
“You know damn well-“
“Why are you so mad anyways? You in love or something?” Sanji snapped back with a mocking tone at the end.
“Oh im going to end you!” Zoro unsheathes one of his swords.
“Try me!”
Zoro and Sanji both position themselves to fight each other. You stand up and get in between them.
“Enough! Sanji! Zoro! What has gotten into you?”
Zoro walks out the room with a huff. Everyone is left silent. You look around,a bit embarrassed before dashing out the door to catch up with Zoro. The cool breeze of the wind hits you as your eyes dart around the ship. He wasn’t in the crows nest. Not at the railings. Where was he?
But suddenly you can hear the sounds of knives sharpening. You turn the corner and see the green-haired man you had come to admire and love. You see him sitting in a corner, sharpening his blades. He can feel your presence and he immediately turns away.
You walk up to him and sit down.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Don’t play dumb”
He sighs, knowing he couldn’t run away from this. He literally couldn’t run away, considering they were in the middle of the ocean and he was too tired to throw himself overboard at this point.
“Why were you so defensive of me over Sanji?”
“Don’t play dumb” he repeats the words you had told him just a minute ago.
He places a hand on his heart and then with that same hand reaches to your chest and touches your heart. He gives you a look that says “do i have to say it out loud?”
Your eyes widen in realization. Was he saying that… he was in love with you? There was no doubt about it.
“Oh i see.”
Your short response made him scoff.
“Just forget it”
You notice that your reaction was getting to him. You had to fix this. You had to let him know that this wasn’t something to easily dismiss. Your hands instinctively reached out to his heart. His shoulder became a resting spot for your head. And his ear was all you needed to voice through to him.
“Im not.”
He softly gasps as he looks down at you. His face revealing a blush of a tomato.
“Shut up”
And all you do is giggle. Cause you..only you knew there was alot more care and heart in those words.
#one piece#trafalgar law#eustass kid#eustasscaptainkid#one piece eustass#trafalgardwaterlaw#roronoa zoro#zoro x reader#law x reader#trafalgar d law x reader#eustass x reader
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hii i saw ur crush/best friend headcanons for lo’ak and i loved them sm. i was wondering if u could do hcs where lo’ak and reader both like each other and the reader gets jealous over tsireya? what would lo’ak do if he found out?
“I see you”
Lo’ak x fem!omatikaya!reader imagine (fluff)
Please read!!! I only posted my first avatar imagine yesterday, and am now at 100 followers!! I want to thank you all so much, I am more than grateful!! Hope you enjoy :)
Sorry this ones kinda crap
I see you- “I see the love and your feelings and your soul and you mean everything to me.”
You and Lo’ak have always had a special connection, and everyone is aware of it. You also clearly like eachother, but both of you doubt that the others feel the same. When you joined them on their travel to the water na’vis, you were quite nervous with what to expect.
“What if they find us?” You ask warily.
“Well then I will protect you.” Lo’ak states.
You smile at his braveness, even though you and him both know that deep down he is just as scared. But Lo’ak loves when he gets a chance to act brave and fearless like his dad.
When you all arrived at the reefs, you were still kind of cautious, and Lo’ak saw this, so pulled you between him and Neteyam. You kept your head down, avoiding the eyes of the Metkayina. You looked away as Jake spoke to Tonowari and Ronal, and glanced at the water around you.
Thats when you spotted a girl emerging from the water. She seemed about your age, and was beautiful. Way prettier than you, you thought. You noticed how Neteyam and Lo’aks heads turned in the same direction, and seemed to linger on the same girl. Neteyam you didnt really care about looking, but you felt insecure as Lo’aks eyebrows ever so slightly raised as his eyes followed the girl, and she looked at him, too. You know you shouldnt feel this way, but you cant help it. For all you know, Lo’ak doesnt have any interest in you, not like you with him.
When she was introduced as Tonowari and Ronal’s daughter, it made you feel even worse about yourself. You weren’t anyone special back in the jungle, just a normal omatikaya na’vi. With Lo’ak being Jake’s son, you felt worried that they would have stronger connections than you and him.
You were taken away from your thoughts by a tug on your arm, and snapped out of it to focus on Lo’ak infront of you.
“Y/n, come on, they are showing us our home. Are you okay?” He says, a hint of concern in his tone.
“Yeah yeah I’m fine, come on” you reply, going ahead with your hand still in his. Lo’ak wasnt fully convinced, but decided to drop it.
Once you had settled in to your home, you were all called to the water, to learn the ways of the Metkayina. You stayed beside Lo’ak, as you were lead to the rocks by the water, by Tsireya and her two brothers. You all sat in a circle, you securely sat between Neteyam and Lo’ak.
“You must learn to slow your breathing to be able to survive under the water.”
She knelt infront of Lo’ak, and placed her hand on his lower abdomen.
“Breathe from here” she instructs
You know it is just their way of teaching, but you felt a wave of jealousy come over you. You werent the type to cause a scene, so you stayed sat down, quietly.
Once you all were able to slow your heart rate enough, you were lead to the water. Lo’ak had a sense of urgency about him as he went ahead with Tsireya, clearly going way too fast for him to handle so soon, and this made you feel deflated. You had only been there a matter of hours and already felt like Lo’ak had found someone over you. You didnt like feeling this way at all, and needed to get away from it. Neteyam, who was swimming beside you, noticed this, but before he was able to check, you spoke up.
“I dont feel all that well, I’m gonna go back.” You say, which is clearly a lie.
Neteyam could tell this, and with a quick glance to Lo’ak and the others ahead, he knew why you felt that way. But he knew you were reserved, and wouldnt tell him the truth, so didn’t want to push it.
“Do you want me to come with you?” He asks softly.
“No no its okay, you go on. Just tell the others I’ll join them another day.” You insist, and turn to swim back to shore before Neteyam could muster another word.
You were now sat down on the edge of your home dangling your feet in the water, splashing the surface with small glum kicks. Neytiri and Jake were with the girls exploring their new home and meeting the clan, so you were on your own.
That was until you heard footsteps.
“Y/n” you hear Lo’ak say as he spots you.
He sits down beside you, placing his feet in the water like you were, and shuffles up close.
“How come you didnt come with us into the sea? It was amazing!” Lo’ak says
“I uh, I didnt feel right,” you said with your head down towards the water “Just wanted to be on my own”
“Are you okay? You have seemed quiet.” He says, gently placing his hand on yours, “Have I done something?”
You look him in the eyes, his filled with concern, yours with longing.
“No, no, its just, its nothing.” You say, returning your focus to the water.
“I know its not nothing y/n, your eyes tell me different.” Lo’ak replies sincerely.
“I guess Im just worried,” you begin.
“About what?” Lo’ak ponders, scooting even closer to you.
“That you’ll forget about me.”
“Wait- what? Why do you think that?” Lo’ak questions, worry filling him.
“Lo’ak, Ive seen the way you look at Tsireya, I mean, I get it, she’s beautiful, shes talented, shes smart, shes-”
“Y/n, stop.” Lo’ak says
You stop.
“Do you think I like Tsireya?” He asks, looking you deep into your eyes as you look up towards him.
“Well its kind of obvious” you painfully chuckle.
“Y/n, I dont like Tsireya.”
You look at him confused, and he shakes his head with a laugh, looking down at his lap for a second.
“Y/n, its always been you.” Lo’ak states. You are taken by surprise, and Lo’ak notices this. He grabs both your hands, and hold you close.
“Y/n, I see you.”
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OPINONS UNDER THE CUT
warning this is super long and ranty but does have some silly doodles ill post else where :)
-teddie bear 420
I have had several dreams about vaggie and lute and alastor, they plage my every waking moment. one was me going to smooch city with alastor (very scary that man does not wash his teeth). the others vaggie just shows up sometimes
really liked vaggie in her angel flash back, her hair cut was so cute, not a fan she still has pink eye but what eves. I LOVE HER PONY TAIL THO, give my girl better hair styles!!!
do you think theyve explored each others bodies?
I hated lute at first cuz, just look at her. you could get snow blindness with how white that woman is oh my lord. but once the 8th episode rolled around with hot women fighting my brain kinda clicked on for our old second in command. i keep going back to her in my brain and slowly morphing her into a heart broken lesbian who has a superiority complex and bullies her crush and then moves on to having a sugar mama situation ship with Lilith.
alastor is just so fun and silly, and there's this one x reader fic that ive made fan art of, you've all seen it. i just love this guy but i like to imagine he's a woman just for me :)
i understand why he is a fan favorite
i love charlies look but i hate how childish she is, like girl you are like 24 kill your friends pimp. nifty molly emily are all so cute and i enjoy looking at them. cant wait for the nifty episode (delusional)
i do love nifty more than the rest of these ones tho. i see lots of folks talking about how nifty is alastors daughter or angel dusts little baby daughter SHUT UP
SHES 25 YEARS OLD AND MURDERED HER HUSBAND IN HER SLEEP. NIFTY CALLED ALASTOR OVER TO HAVE THEIR LUNCH DATE AND HIDE THE BODY!!!
OK maybe nifty lives in my dreams too
do you think theyve explored each others bodies?
mimzy makes me mad cuz the show hated having her there clearly, like why is she the only fat person in hell. dont worry girl, I'll appreciate you once again i have to make alastor a dyke for my own sanity
do you think they-
lilith and rosie are good to look at, i like how rosie talks and her showtunes, god i love her show tunes. pentious is the only yellow dude in hell. velvete looks like ass most of the time but I LOVE A BAD BITCH
like i said, no strong feelings
ok most of these dudes are too ugly or too annoying and i hate when they are on screen, lucifers pants are his skin, angel dust has the worst fashoin sense ever UGHS I HATE HIM WHERE ARE HIS TITS WAAAAAA
also i love that her name is sarah, thats such a basic name, like i can type alastor x reader and theres a bunch of results but if i typed sarah x reader, shes no where :(
also shes got that mlp horse face going on i love it
i despise carmilla carmine, i hate her dumb horns, i hate her unnamed daughters, i hate her skirt, i hate her song, i hate her blazed ass eyes, i hate her long hair
vox just looks bad i cant lie
OK ADUM MAKES ME SO MAD HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN JACK BLACK WE SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIM BEING A FAT BASTARD CUZ I WAS CONVINCED HE WAS ANOTHER SKINNY TWINK also i am an anti shipper when it comes to adum x lute cuz that shit is weaaaak. he is so mean to her and not in a hot way, adum is some incel and lute is a goddess
yeah, #adumisoverparty 2024 the most divorced man in heaven
i can not wait for season two dude, im so pumped
#teddz stuff#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel critical#alastor#vaggie#nifty hazbin hotel#angel dust#hazbin hotel husk
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Hi Matt 🫶 you are my jonesmith brother in arms so I assume that is your favorite of the Monkees ships but I’m curious about your opinion on all the other ships and if you ship them or not/what you like about them if you do? not specifying show vs rpf so I’m leaving that choice to you :]
Yippee!! Jonesmith is definitely my fav show ship since it’s the first one I was interested in when I first watched the show! They hold a special place in my heart <3
As for the other ships, I wont lie I have tunnel vision for Davy 0.0 but!
Jork: This ship I see more as an irl ship because of Peters crush and just watching them interact with each other it’s obvious they shared a very strong bond regardless of romantic or not. Not to mention Peter always mentioning how he felt closest to Davy out of all the guys. I think they’re super cute irl and in show :3
Jolenz: Showverse Jolenz I love because the writers just loved to write these guys jumping all over each other and worrying about each other all the time. As for irl Jolenz (before their beef👀) I mean cmon, neck bite and nipple grab combo? Something was going on there 0.0 But fr I do love them in the 70’s and them literally making Nilsson give Micky a part in The Point just because they wanted to go together? Love them codependent freaks
These two I think are the only ones I truly believe there was something irl
Jonesmith: In showverse they’re my favourite because they bounce off each other so well and who am I to deny the tall guy small guy bit?? Irl jonesmith I do not believe in but I do think their friendship was super cute, like how they’d run to find each other when they heard a good joke just so they could share it
Torksmith: Showverse I kinda see it though I do see Mike more of an authoritative figure over Peter than a romantic partner so I wouldnt really say I ship it. As for irl… those freaks where would I even BEGIN, there are no words they are………. There’s so much lore 😭 I wouldnt say I ship it but I can see homoerotic beef when it happens 0.0
The next ones are all showverse opinions because I dont know enough about them irl to say anything 🙏
Torklenz: I did see them as a ship when I first watched the show, mostly as a secondary/complimentary ship to Jonesmith. But I do think their teasing and the scene with them dancing is cute. Other than that I wont lie I dont think of them much
Dolenzmith: Once again, don’t think about them much (Davy tunnel vision is a real illness). Showverse I could say I ship it simply because there is no excuse for getting that close to someone’s face that many times 😭
Poly Showverse Monkees are my heart and soul and truth🙌
#please share your opinions also 🤲#i typed so much but said so little oops😭#basically if Davy is involved I will find a way to ship it🫡#the monkees#monkees ships#asks#davy jones#mike nesmith#peter tork#micky dolenz#Tumblr always suggests the three of their names as tags but never offers micky dolenz tag. whats the beef
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i have lots to say about this episode appartently so we're gonna stick it in one post under the cut
okay five minutes into episode 8 and i already want to cry; 'you might even be happier' like you both know thats a lie right, look at their faces; 'let me go already' sand why do you have to hurt me
no no no jennie must be happy at all times what is this take it back i dont want it
straight up not the first time mew has tried a cigarette i dont care what he wants everyone else to believe; its quite nice my ass
is this fucker really trying to get sand to do his community service; wow really you're gonna pull out the orphan card what is wrong with you; sand for the love of all that is holy please grow a backbone if ray says naaaa one more time im gonna flip a table
cheum my girl, firstly fascinated by the fact that at the beginning she was only worried about mew, like does anyone actually like anyone else in that friend group, because if i knew one of my friends had been in love with another one for years and then they got together because the other one was very obviously having a bit of a spiral i would sure as hell be worried about both of them - like it's so obvious that ray is being used and is going to have his heart crushed and just straight up no one seems to care
okay now she's shitting on her other supposed friend; i love her girlfriend but she was definitely lying when she said people were lucky to have cheum as their friend i see very little evidence of that
GUMPA
wow we're really talking about licking ass
but glad to see nick hasn't totally fallen apart and is going after opportunities yadda yadda even if the trailer shows us that this will probably also get messy, at least my boy's trying
boston what the fuck dont make me cry my poor lonley boy why is no one, literally no one in his corner i know he's a shit but being that alone breaks my heart, everyone else is a shit too and they all at least got someone
quite frankly mew, i am also bored of you
im sorry but why would you invite boston and top? okay maybe boston i get because he's part of the hostel they're hosting it at maybe but top? that's just asking for trouble. unless it's like an open invite? but then why did they get notifications? (edit: so apparently cheum invited him but still, what the hell)
i feel like this was a missed opportunity to put mew in some sluttier clothing tbh
alrighty we're doing coke off the table lads
he didn't pick you ray, you idiot, you are literally the definition of a rebound; someone i should love wow what a dick
i love you mew... awkward silence
there are too many lights on at this party
the drink in the face i did not see that coming im cackling, top if i were you i would run from this train wreck
oh wow you really rejected his attempt at a kiss in private but you're literally straight up using him in front of top boy i dont care how broken your heart is dont use other people that way; ray you're an idiot if you dont pick up on this
cheum there is a time and a place and this probably aint it; my mother is dead - jerk, wow what a lovely friendship they have
oh dear i hope this isn't going to turn into a controlling situation for nick but i wont hold my breath, just give the kid nice things for once
didnt we agree to moving on together why is this a conversation i didnt witness, i need this you dont understand
moving on in a circle why is he so funny
boston my guy you have some serious balls turning up to this party but i kinda love you for it
who are you to judge me you know what this is a very valid point, boston being the voice of reason on this show they've all done shitty things to each other and i really cant blame him for being cold to nick, that shit was pretty fucked up
freddie's bi, you're bi, i'm bi, let's make out - honestly most iconic part of the whole episode i think
why didnt you come to me ray im gonna hit you, he's not your property, he's not accountable to you
I WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOU RAY YOU WERE LITERALLY JUST SUCKING FACE WITH THE SUPPOSED LOVE OF YOUR LIFE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL
ray threesome agenda continues i see
fake freddie the only one with any brains what so ever
thank you sand. finally.
ray that was fucked up. like manipulative, controlling, red flag fucked up.
oh shit its cheum's little brother so my god boston you absolutely wrecking ball of a human being
top buddy why dont you just go home, you are clearly not having a good time
honestly boston, walking away is most definitely the right option
how is it that top has pouty eyebrows
oh shit police
top going for the bribery route i see, this will either make him look like a right idiot or make him look like the hero
cheum what the fuck is wrong with you; you're right they dont care about you but quite frankly do you actually care about them? mew yes but the other two you have always treated a bit like shit tbh
this groups needs to fall apart
okay the taking care of the passed out guy is nice but the stroking of the pass out guy is getting a little weird top
so the bribe worked? alright top there to save the day that's going to make things nice and awkward isnt it, at least ray can pay him back so he doesn't have a financial hold over him i guess
sand going through all that shit and he's still the one doing the comforting for nick, their friendship is so good, even after what sand did they're still there for each other
boston my boy, my lonely boy
too much drama he says so i'll sleep with my friends little brother he thinks, god i love this absolute disaster of a human, he tried for a split second there, he really did
PREVIEW
DADDY DAD WHAT THE FUCK
slutty boston is back im so glad he didn't get any dick in this episode and that just seemed wrong tbh
mew flirting with randomer in a bar? what about ray? for real - yeah he's taken top, but not currently by you
ooh involving the family (or at least i assume those are mew's mums), personally not a fan, leave families alone dont use them for manipulation
again ray, he's not your property fuck off
i've never been so yielding to anyone in my life well at least you're self aware i guess
yaaa that shot of boston at the end there? lonley and leaning on the bar? breaking my heart right now
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Bridgadonna Rosabella... would you do me the honor of writing some Transy Ironqrow?
(Not gonna lie, concerned about the name you gave me, but enjoy)
Qrow winced as he put on his binder, trying not to feel like he was dying as he struggled to get it around his shoulders, stretching the fabric to its limit. He cursed under his breath as he heard the fabric start to tear, pulling it off and sighing. “Great… time for a new binder.”
“Or you could just not wear one,” Taiyang answered, tossing over a baggy shirt. “Its not like you’re that big and it’d be easy to hide without torturing yourself.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who has to try to put on a good impression.”
“A good impression, huh?” Taiyang asked with a smirk. “And who, exactly, are you trying to impress? Summer already knows you’re a dork for huntsmen, this isnt the first time Ozpin has asked to see us as a team, you could be trying to impress Glynda, but we all know how that’s going to go-”
“It doesnt matter who I’m trying to impress,” Qrow interrupted as he grabbed some bandage wraps. “Besides, maybe this is a for me thing and not for someone else.”
Taiyang shrugged and walked over to Qrow, putting a hand on his shoulder. “If I were you, I’d worry less about what others think and more figure out what I’d want.”
Qrow rolled his eyes and started to use the bandages to wrap his chest, making sure not to bind too tightly. “Maybe this is what I want. Besides, I only need to bind for as long as we’re in that meeting. Two hours tops. And once this meeting with General Ironwood-”
“Wait, you’re binding for him?”
“Of course I’m not binding for him!” Qrow yelled with a blush spreading across his cheeks. “I’m binding because it feels more like me.”
“So it has nothing to do with him?”
“Not at all.”
“Then why do you care how you look around him? You dont know him and you certainly dont care to bind around the rest of us.”
Qrow glared as he finished binding down his chest. He quickly tucked the loose end of the bandage and put his shirt on, adjusting everything so the bandages wouldnt show. “Maybe I'm just comfortable around you.”
Taiyang grinned. “Or you’re hoping he’ll notice you.”
“Can I get dressed in peace?”
“Fine, but dont be late. You know Summer likes it when we show up on time.”
Qrow waved him off and finished getting dressed, pausing as he stared at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand against the stubble coming in, then looked over the rest of his body, feeling nervous at the idea of meeting General Ironwood like this. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, a lump caught in his throat as he tried to swallow. Minutes passed before he found himself starting to make his way to the door, leaving the dorm and walking through the empty halls of Beacon.
“The meeting is down here, General,” Glynda’s voice echoed through the stairwell.
Qrow froze for a moment as he listened to the footsteps, slowing back as he watched the shadows get closer. He held his breath as he watched Glynda and Ironwood walk out the stairwell, keeping out of sight as he watched the two of them walk, eyes glued to Ironwood. He could feel his cheeks warming and his heart starting to beat faster as he took a step back.
“Told you you had a crush on him.”
Qrow quickly turned and slapped Taiyang, doing his best to keep from jumping. “I thought you were already at the meeting!”
Taiyang rubbed his cheek and winced. “I decided to wait for you instead.”
Qrow sighed and rolled his eyes. “I hate you.”
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Masato Aizawa SS Sleep Headcanons:
(cw; suggestive)
-this man sleeps like a fucking rock. if he falls asleep, good luck waking him because he will stay that way until he catches his Zs or he has to use the bathroom. there are no sounds, no amount of tapping and no calling his name that will wake him without much of a fight. i can get in and out of bed throughout the night not have to worry about disturbing him because he just will not flinch.
-he's a cuddler! even if he's dead asleep, he's going to make sure i'm in his arms. sometimes, because he's such a heavy sleepy, i might be doomed to remain there if he's got his arm locked around me and not just a light droop. he typically prefers to hold onto me from behind but there are times when he'll let me use his chest as my pillow and he'll wrap his arms around me that way.
-with those two points out of the way, i can finally talk about the beginning of our relationship– he used to crush me! yeah, like rollover on top of me- crush me. mhmm.. i dont know if he was out of practice with holding someone in his sleep, or maybe he wasn’t much of a cuddler before? whatever the case, he used to tuck me in close to his chest at the beginning of the night and in the middle of it, he was squashing me under his tits like i was nothing more than a flimsy little pillow he was holding and it was impossible to wake him up to get out of it. this is going to sound so mean but i almost dumped him for that reason alone. i’ve since learned to love him through the crumpling and he’s learned to treat me like i’m a delicate, fragile human…as long as i accept that every now and then i might be locked in his arms.
-he snores….so loud, i won’t lie, i’ve thought of smothering him at least once… i’m not proud of it but it was so bad i couldn’t sleep. I actually took the couch that night and when he asked the next morning he was apologetic. he was like, ‘amor, why didn’t you wake me?’ !!!!! SIR !??!?!! NO ONE CAN WAKE YOU!!!! sorry, i’m getting frustrated again just thinking about it– his snoring is probably the worst i’ve ever heard. it’s worse when he sleeps on his back. when he sleeps on his side, it’s not so bad. i’ve asked to see someone about it but he refuses…
-he’s so affectionate at bedtime. i mean, he’s affectionate full-stop but at bedtime it’s like it triples and here’s what i think it is: he’s trying his luck. i won't lie. he has a pretty high sex drive and if i’d go for it every night, he’d be up and at ‘em but i’m not. so, i just get an overflow of affection right before bed every single night and it’s nice. it makes me feel so loved but there are times when i’m not even up for that. i just wanna drop. after all this time, masa’s gotten really good at anticipating what my needs are, as i have with his and he’d never push me for anything. so, the extra affection is sometimes just that, extra affection which is fine.
-masa is like my giant personal space heater. it doesn’t matter what the temperature is in the room itself, he’s always warm. when it’s chilly, i can have our comforter then snuggle up to him and for the most part be pretty comfortable! he loves when i say that, too. he takes a lot of pride in being enough to keep me warm. he’s the cutest. however, remember when i mentioned how affectionate he is? yeah, that’s sort of our downfall when it’s hotter out because like i said, he’s warm regardless. he likes to snuggle and i hate being hot- not a good combination in the summer.
-he dreams about the late people in his life a lot, like his mother and morinaga and he always tries to remember so that he can tell me about it. he usually gets really excited because he believes that they’re ‘visiting’ him through his dreams. i love to see him light up when they’re good dreams. when he has dreams that he can interpret in a negative way, and either of them are there, he assumes that means he’s done something to disappoint them and sometimes that’s enough to put him in a sour mood for the entire day.
Nishiki's sleep headcanons can be found here.
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Dropping this here cuz I need to vent and nobody will see it here anyways:)
Like, 5/6 hours ago my first almost relationship didn't actually happen cuz my dumbass HAS to be FUCKING ACE. and the best part is that I should have expected it, I knew this is what's gonna happen cuz he's fucking normal, he actually even mentioned once that he wants a family so like what was I having my fucking hopes up for right I should have stopped it right in the beginning when he told me not drag this awkward Well we like each other so what now for a WHOLE FUCKING DAY but I just honestly didn't think of it and then didn't know how to bring it up when I can't even bring myself to say directly that I like him (i didn't end up really saying it after all basically just said I don't want kids and that was it, everything I as a fucking clown hoped for in some dark dusty corner of my depressed delusional soul gone)
The worst is that I took it worse than we both expected so he sat there with me for I think over 20 minutes when his friends called him out before and told me over and over that it not working out is not my fault and just reassured me, even told me I'll definitely find someone better once(even tho I'm not fucking looking for a relationship atm, it was just HIM) and tried to make sure I get home safely (cuz I might made a suicide joke during the evening) and just seemed completely at peace with it all and tried to take the blame for telling me he has a crush on me in the first place and I just sat there and didn't even properly ask him how HE is feeling till the end and I feel terrible for that and the fact I kept him from his friends and made him worried and just everything, all I said, my reactions, EVERYTHING and I just hate myself so much right now.
And we just texted for like an hour like nothing happened but I can't tell if he's really okay and not that affected or if he plays it and idk what to do, whether I should ask him how he's feeling but I feel he'd just lie to not burden me or sth and I don't want to bring it up and I don't know what to do now cuz I don't want to lose our friendship but it feels I'm so far gone and don't know how to stop/get back and I feel like I fucked up possibly the best relationship (in the platonic sense) I've ever had and why, what for?
Idk if this is coherent idc I just want to relive these last 2 days to react differently to possibly lessen the pain(?) for both of us but especially him even tho I literally don't even really know how he's feeling and I don't want to propose going out and otherwise we'll meet in 4 weeks (we regularly meet at certain weekend event but I won't be attending for these 3 weeks) earliest and he's leaving for school tomorrow anyways and won't be here for workdays so it doesn't even matter cuz I won't be here for the weekends I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO I HATE TEXTING IT'S SO AWKWARD AND PERMANENT AND EASY TO MISINTERPRET
I just wish a car would run me over soon are something similar cuz I don't think I can do this anymore STUPID FUCKING BRAIN CHEMICALS
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Out of all the haikyuu teams, I think platonic yandere shiratorizawa would be scariest, followed very closely by nekoma. Shiratorizawa has a brick wall for a captain, an insane coach, and tendou. Tendou would be such an effective manipulator without even batting an eye. Nekoma has Kuroo, very intimidating and smart, although I think kenma would be the bigger threat. He likely has extensive knowledge of how to move through online spaces without being detected and making their darling disappear completely.
Sorry for the ramble haha, I love your work!
"Shiratorizawa has a brick wall for a captain-" You did not just call my baby Ushijima that😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
But I agree because you really can't predict what kind of mood Shiratorizawa is in, especially Ushijima. Like he's already so intimidating with his looks, and so when he's quite, you really don't know how he'd react if you asked him to let you go home early for once instead of watching them play. Sure, Ushijima sees you as a small frail kitten that he could never hurt, but he wont tell you that. You see, sometimes you ask for things that are too dangerous for you, like going out with some friends or leaving your dorms alone to get something from the convenience store. And so it's easier for Ushijima to just give you his intense stare, telepathically communicate that he disapproves and that you're only safe as long as you're with him or the team.
Then again, sometimes you do miss the hint. Not miss per say, but you actively choose to ignore it by pretending to play dumb when he remains silent. Its time like these that you really test your luck and tell him you're going out and zoom before Ushijima could give you the "The Look". However, Ushijima catches your hand before you could be two feet away and gives it a firm squeeze until you look at him, before saying in a deep voice "No." to really drive home the point. Then you're being dragged back to the bench, pushed down and he drops his lunch box in your lap, telling you to finish it before he finishes practice.
As for Tendou, lying comes very easy to him. He's a master manipulator, not just to you, but to everyone around him. Basically, he not only manipulates you into staying with the team longer, but he also manipulates the team into becoming more yanderes for you. In the shower room, he'd think out loud as he says that he heard that there's a murderer on the loose that preys upon young girls like you, or maybe he'd say that he heard from a girl that you feel so lost and stupid and scared when you're not the team but you're just to prideful to admit it. Surely, Tendou won't lie when it comes to you, right?
Washijo, the crazy coach you mentioned? Yeah, he's in on the whole thing. He's seen how terribly the team performs when you're not watching them, and when he mentioned it, they said they're all worried about you. So, he allows Semi to go and fetch you. Washijo thought that you were some sort of crush they wanted to impress, but it was crystal clear that the team viewed you as a little sibling with the way they treated you. So, he felt at ease knowing nothing perverted was happening to you and thus, he allowed them to bring you to practice and plays. The worst of all is that this old hag actually tells the team that you're trying to sneak out instead of keeping quiet and helping you. Not only that, he makes you sit and asks you volleyball questions and tsks in disappointment when you get them wrong, before agreeing that "fine. I'll tell you everything there is to know about volleyball" and you're just stick there like "???? I- I DONT WANNA KNOW-" shutup, Y/n, you a quiz tomorrow and you better be prepared or get ready for another disappointment speech by Washijo. Good thing you have the whole team to help you study🥰🥰🥰
The reason why Shiratorizawa is so scary is because they're one of the top teams, right? So, the school actually condones their behaviour. I mean, the coach explicitly told them to turn a blind eye because the team isn't hurting you, they're just protecting you. Washijo told them that if they interfered, the team wouldn't perform as well because they'd be distracted by your absence, and if Shiratorizawa let you change schools, then the team would pull out of the games altogether. Thus, the school is forced to look the other way when you're hounded by the team and pushed to the gymnasium. They turn deaf to all your complaints of them bullying you into staying at practice instead of letting you go home. They all ignore it, some teachers even going as far to say that you should be lucky that you have your seniors looking out for you.
#yandere Shiratorizawa#yandere ushijima x reader#yandere ushijima#yandere ushijima wakatoshi#yandere tendou#yandere haikyuu#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima x reader#haikyuu ushijima#ushijima drabble#tendou x reader#tendou fluff
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☆: pastry chefs/bakers!au taeyong
a little bit of a rivals au, but mostly oblivious pining that stretches for way too long like please just tell each other you're in love. also i dont know anything about baking sweets so...ignore any of my mistakes..
tw: worrying about your career lol, drinking
in your first year of culinary school, you realize cooking is a language full of its own rules and century-old traditions.
cooking is like french, or pashto, or russian
but baking - is a completely different dialect
baking exists in the world of cooking, but it sets its own path that you end up falling in love with
and your once dream of becoming an executive chef at some fancy, flashy restaurant turns into a dream of owning your own bakery
a place unique to the skills you start to hone with a vicious passion that leaves most of the other students around you confused
you find out one of your professors has had a decorated career in pastry making and immediately seek him out to take you as an understudy
and that's when you meet lee taeyong
he's got big eyes like molds full of warm chocolate and stands thin in frame under the white uniforms you all wear
in his front pocket is a wrapper from the milk buns they sell down the street
he's not intimidating at all
but when you get closer to him you smell the familiar scent of sugar and you start to understand why he's there too
"im here to talk to the professor about becoming his apprentice."
you say it because the silence between you two is awkward
also - you want to read him
you want to see what his reaction will be, you wonder if he'll snort at you and tell you to back off, he was here first
but all taeyong does is bat his eyes at you like a baby deer caught in the headlights
"oh. me too."
although you both live in the realm of sweets - you and taeyong are on opposite ends of the spectrum in every way possible
for one, you are excitable and energetic and want to get elbow deep into any ingredient, familiar or foreign
taeyong is reserved and usually sleepy during the early morning classes. he observes and takes every step of his routine with caution.
your fundamentals are the same - cookies, cakes, and bars. these are staples to any baker or patisserie's book
but everything else you and taeyong make couldn't be more different
you always lean into the comfort kind of dessert: brownies, puddings and pies. you can make a doughnut fancy - but why should you? the most important part is that it tastes like a place somewhere you know.
but taeyong is a scientist, a designer, and completely out of your loop.
he pushes forward crème brûlée's, strawberry eclairs, and makes meringue's with his eyes closed.
when you put forward your desserts, one always looks like you could get it at a street fair and the other looks like it's only available for a week at some snotty european bistro
you sometimes don't know what in the world he is even making until it's done
and the first time you learn what cream of tartar is - taeyong looks at you with the same innocence he always has painted on his face - "oh, i use this all the time."
you won't lie - in the beginning you were a bit disheartened by the gap between you two
and it would have been easy to think that just because his ingredients were more expensive and sometimes harder to pronounce that he was the more deserving apprentice
but you managed to crush that thought for all your time at school because sure he could do his own thing and you could do yours
and you could both be great at it
"except, what if you like apply for the same job?"
you ruffle through your sparse choices of outfits for graduation. all of them are not as great as you thought they were when you bought them.
"hmmm, you mean me and taeyong?"
your friend who said they'd come over and help you pick is not doing that at all.
instead, she's sitting cross legged on your bed and looking at one the polaroid's on your wall.
she taps a nail on the one that has you, taeyong, and your shared professor on it
you join her and look at taeyongs small face on the photograph
"i mean i doubt it. he's probably going to go work in paris or milan."
"he has the looks for it, that's for sure."
you purse your lips and turn to look at your friend with disappointment but she just deadpans back
"c'mon, all this time together and you've never thought he was hot?"
you shake your head before you can really register an answer
you look at him and he's got his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his uniform looks like he's ironed it.
you have what might be sugar on yours, and your hair is a bit of a disheveled mess.
"i guess he's cute."
graduation comes and goes in what seems like a blur - you can officially call yourself a baker now, although you think the journey started for you a while back
the last person who want to share a tearful goodbye with aside from some friends and other graduates is your instructor
you head to where you think you'll find him - only to find taeyong waiting outside of his office just like on your first day together
dressed in a pale blue, tailored suit and with that signature lost look on his face he holds a white box in his hands
"is that a cake?"
you ask for the sake of conversation
"dacquoise."
"ah. i made snickerdoodles."
he hesitates as if he wants to say something, but before he can the door opens and your professor smiles fondly at the both of you
but he turns first to taeyong
"congratulations on the job!"
you blink and feel your mouth dry slightly, "y-you already got a job?"
taeyong's ears go red and you can see him clutch a little at the box he's still holding
"yes, i got an invitation to work with the patisserie at the shilla hotel."
unable to control your expression, your eyes go wide
the shilla hotel - the most expensive hotel in the city?
"i called in a recommendation for taeyong as well, im proud to have a student of mine pushing the boundaries already!"
a recommendation.....he didn't offer me a recommendation...
"really, it's not that gr-"
taeyong's voice drowns out and the world starts to feel like it's rapidly shrinking
"are you going to apply for some manager positions at some of the bakery chains around here?"
your professor asks - taking the cake from taeyong's hands and not hurrying to reach for what you've brought along
manager position? is that what all my work is going to come down to?
you force on a smile and shake your head.
you want to be strong and say with confidence - "im going to forge my own way ahead. im going to be the baker i always dreamed i would be."
but the words are lost and suddenly, you're embarrassed
you're embarrassed to be standing beside taeyong.
to be holding these cookies that just don't compare.
it goes over your professors head, but taeyong tenses and you suddenly make up a reason for having to leave
they both say something to you - something that gets lost in the spiraling, sickening feeling of dreaded realization that is gripping you
we were never on the same level. taeyong was always running a mile ahead of me.
you feel too ashamed to go home and call your family like you had planned, and you are feeling too small to go out onto the big city streets of seoul
so you find yourself at the post graduation party the students of your school have thrown
and you find yourself in front of a bottle
you are not a drinker, and you are not really a party person either - unless you get to mingle and watch people try your desserts. but this is the only thing you can think of doing
i thought we were always going to succeed, the both of us. what’s a roll of homemade bread to a world class five star tart - the worst part is
you draw a circle on the rim of your drink
the worst part is taeyong isn’t even being selfish about it. he probably didn’t even think it was a competition.
someone sits at your table, off in the corner and you look up
just as if he’s sprung from your thoughts - it’s taeyong. and he looks uncomfortable to be in a swarm of so many people.
“don’t come here to pity me.”
you say it with conviction and the confidence of a little bit of drinking
he winces, as if it really stings, but you don’t notice and go back to your own thoughts
taeyong swallows and says something you barely hear over all the noise
“i can’t pity someone who inspires me.”
to be frank, you think you imagine the sentiment
but it’s weird because you can’t decide if you did or if he really said that. why would he? you and him learned side by side together for a long time and you’ve never heard something like that before
you finish your drink and get up without a word
taeyong follows and stutters out what he thinks will make you stop from leaving
“i’ll tell the hotel to consider you instead.”
all it does is make you angry, you scoff in response
“you didn’t hear me did you? i said don’t pity me.”
you turn on your heel, rushing toward the door as the world spins slightly in a blur around you
you manage to make it out of whatever bar you were in, until you trip against the uneven curb of the sidewalk and hear something split under the platform of your shoe
you kick up your left foot and see that the bottom is peeling, broken completely off at the edge
“are you kidding me?”
you try to force it back into place, but it doesn’t work and when you nearly tip over from losing your balance - you put your hand out - only to land on the soft fabric of someone’s shoulders
it’s taeyong and he puts an arm out to support you that you try to swat away weakly
all it does is make you wobble into him even more
when you’re stable, he squats down to look at the damage and his fingers are cool on the skin of your ankle
from the outside - you probably look like a couple
the ever doting boyfriend, worried about their partner. there’s an intimacy between you two that you are both oblivious to
until it hits you from the glances of people who walk by and you pull yourself away
“it’s fine. im going to walk home.”
“do you live close by, i’ll help you.”
you purse your lips - “actually i have to take the subway so if you could just move-”
he doesn’t, instead taeyong mutters that his place is luckily just around the corner and he’ll let you borrow something of his to help you get home in
you refuse - vehemently because you are not trying to look even more embarrassing in front of him than you apparently have been looking all this time
but taeyong doesn’t sound or looks as meek as you remember when he points out that your shoe is falling apart and you aren’t going to be safe in this kind of state when it’s already so late into the evening
somehow - you end up in front of taeyong’s apartment - you watch him punch in the code and furrow your eyebrows
“haha” you start dryly “your code is my birthdate.”
the tips of his ears dust pink but you convince yourself it’s just a weird coincidence
taeyong’s place is as neat and as organized as he is, there is a fish tank that grabs your attention and a bookshelf full of cookbooks
“just let me borrow some slippers and i’ll be gone.”
taeyong disappears into another room and comes out with a pair of fuzzy, clean, nearly brand new looking slippers
he puts them down by your feet
“can i tell you something before you go?”
you want to refuse, but you feel so much of your self worth has leaked out of you in front of him today that you just nod
“i’m serious about being inspired by you.”
his voice is calm and collected
“you taught me how to bake the most delicious bread i’ve ever had in my entire life. how am i not supposed to look up to someone like that?”
you blink back an initial wave of shock that nearly gets you sober
“wh-what are you talking about?”
taeyong doesn’t look up at you so you don’t see his small smile
“two months after we started our apprenticeship - i told you i’d never made bread from scratch before.”
you can sort of remember the time he’s talking about, but the memory isn’t super clear in your mind
for most of your time with taeyong, you always thought you were kind of in a secret race, small moments that he’s talking about seemed to have flown over your head
“instead of just letting me do it myself - you taught me, step by step how to do it. i’d never seen someone do something so easily, like you were born for it. i know it sounds childish to say this but watching you do it felt like watching a movie.”
you can tell taeyong isn’t used to this long of a dialogue and that he’s taking time to choose his words
“i didn’t think anyone could love baking as much as i did - but i felt in that moment that i met my match in you.”
you stand up, far to quickly than you should, and taeyong has to leap up to catch you from stumbling forward
this time you don’t try to pull back right away
you look at him - those big brown eyes that always seemed aloof and far off are concerned and seeping into your own
“is that wh-is that why the code to your door is-”
taeyong’s face turns nearly crimson
“yes, because the day after that day was your birthday and when i asked you how to repay you for the lesson you said-”
“-just make me something sweet for my birthday tomorrow.”
something in the room shifts.
you don’t know what it is, but it’s like the quickening of a pulse
you lean forward, but taeyong stops you gently
“i’m scared you won’t remember if you do that right now.”
you agree, and let taeyong help you sit down.
“i don’t want to be a manager.” you hiccup suddenly and taeyong takes in a breath “i want to own my own store. i want to be my own boss. but taeyong, i don’t think i can do it.”
there’s silence and the weight of adulthood and responsibility weaves itself onto both your shoulders
“i know you can do it. and i want to help if you’d let me.”
the sincerity is almost heart wrenching. you’ve waited to hear those words from everyone, you’ve wanted them from the people you thought should be saying them.
but hearing them from someone who really believes in you - hits in a whole different way.
at some point you put your head on taeyong’s shoulder. the night is spent talking about all the things you haven’t been able to share
even though you spent so much time elbow to elbow in the kitchen
when your eyes close, you feel safe with taeyong and he doesn’t do anything to betray this newly formed bond between you
the morning sun through the blinds hurts your head a little.
you sit up in the white, clean sheets of taeyong’s bed
you’re still wearing all your clothes and your shoes and the pair of slippers he brought out for you are on the side of the bed
when you shuffle into the living room, taeyong is sprawled out on the couch asleep
you try to be quiet as you sit down in front of him on the carpet, studying the architecture of his face
“wake up...” you mumble, but he doesn’t seem to hear
you trace the strong, but somehow inviting lines and says it again a little louder
taeyong shifts in his sleep and his shirt rides up his flat stomach
“there’s something i want to do taeyong, please wake up.”
after a moment of stirring, his eyelashes flutter open and he gets caught between a flustered blush and a smile of happiness that you’re still here
“good mo-”
“can i kiss you now?”
it’s soft, quick, and sweet. somehow taeyong even tastes like sugar. he’s wide awake when you pull back.
“don’t you have a job to get to you?”
you say to break him out of his trance, he fumbles up and off the couch as you follow too
but then he stops in his tracks
“i - i really meant it last night too, that i’d give my recommendation up if you want it ins-”
you put a finger to his lips and taeyong gets the message
“i’ve decided i am going to work toward my goal and you work toward yours. after all, you said i inspire you and taeyong you inspire me too.”
he looks like he’s biting back giddiness
this time you two kiss for real, and you nearly drive taeyong up onto a wall which he’d gladly let you continue doing if it weren’t for the alarm that goes off on his phone that breaks you two apart
you hurry him along and say you’ll make coffee before he has to go
when you open the cabinet, there are two mugs with little cat faces on them
when you pull them out you think,
i’ve learned the language of baking - but now i think i have to learn the language of lee taeyong.
#this is so dramatic for no reason why didnt i just write some corny shit about baking cupcakes together#taeyong au#taeyong scenarios#sfw#nct scenarios#nct au#nct 127 au#nct 127 scenarios#nct imagines#nct 127 imagines#taeyong imagines#drinking/
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Drunk and Dreamin' (Rick Flag)
Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader
Request: can i get a rick x reader pregnancy fic 🥺 bonus points if the reader is still a member of the suicide squad 👀👀
Note: I mixed it with a drunk Rick prompt I saw last night, I thought itd be cute to mix them together. Hopefully you like it and you're satisfied with the request.
Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, mentions of pregnancy, mostly just fluff, rick being cute af
WC: 3.4k I dont know what it's like to write short fics
A/N: soooo heres more rick because like we love this man, I love this man and yeah, hes on my mind 24/7. Like I said I mixed the pregnancy request with a drunk Rick thing I saw. @dreamingindigital posted it first, so if they see this hey, thank you for letting me do it hope you like my adaptation of what you said. And as for the rest of yall, hope you like it too
It was a weird feeling, being alive. Making it out of a mission and coming home for another day, sleep in your own bed one more night and fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved one more time. You never knew if you were coming back from a suicide mission, or if Rick was. Hell, maybe you'd both bite the dust then. You didn't know. But you knew that every day you were alive, away from bullets and blood, and with the man you loved, that you wouldn't take for granted.
So when you both and Rick made it alive out of that damn island, he insisted on going out for drinks when you got back to America. Go crazy, live like it was your last day, and God knows if it would be. You weren't exactly on board with the idea, since well, you found right after getting to America that you were pregnant, and of course it was Rick's. Other than that, you perfectly knew he almost got killed in that island, he got stabbed with that piece of ceramic and it damn near killed him, you wanted him to rest. And you, well, you got beat up, as did everyone else, but thanks to some higher power or maybe just luck, you didn't get hurt too badly, you didn't get stabbed, gunned down, crushed, or face-hugged xenomorph style by a starfish so, that was a win for you. Still, you'd rather just go home and shower, wash off the blood and death off your body. And just rest so maybe you could tell Rick the news. But Rick was persistent, you didn't know what it was, he wasn't the drinking 'till I pass out type, but maybe almost dying made him want to live more, outside of the walls of Belle Reeve or some top secret location where he'd possibly die.
"We're alive, sweetheart, let's enjoy it." He told you.
The man almost got killed, you could at least give him that. If he wanted to get drunk you'd let him, he deserved it. You could always tell him tomorrow, you knew you wouldn't die tonight at least.
So as reluctant as you were, you joined him in his quest to get drunk, you guessed. Well, it was mostly in spirit and moral support, because you weren't drinking. You did join him on the floor once he got drunk enough to want to dance with you, arms around each other, bodies pressed together and holding each other even if the song didn't match the slow and close vibe you were going for. You didn't care, you needed to hold each other and you'd be damned if you let go of that man.
It was fun, you weren't going to lie, for once you felt like a normal couple, out, drinking, dancing, laughing like you didn't have a single worry in your mind, not the task force, not where will you be next, not the killing, not Waller, nothing. It was just you and Rick, together, only thinking about each other. Even if it was just for a minute. But maybe now it could be like that, but not just for a minute.
You were honestly surprised how quickly Rick got drunk. I mean, he was drinking by himself despite his insistence on you joining him, he was confused at first by how adamant you were about not drinking, but he surprisingly didn't question you anymore after the first round of shots. So he downed all the shots and beer in a matter of a few hours. And you would think he was a bad drunk, loud and messy, but it was quite the opposite. He was a very touchy and affectionate drunk.
You nearly jumped, ready to swing a punch when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you were met with a hard chest. It took you a second to realize it was just Rick, and you relaxed, happily leaning into his chest. You felt him leave a lazy wet kiss to the side of your head before he leaned into your shoulder, pressing the side of his face into your neck. He was warm, hot and a bit sweaty, his own body heat was making you hot, but you didn't mind. And you smiled, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair.
"Did I ever tell you you smell really fuckin' good?" He hummed, slightly slurring his words and making his accent slightly thicker.
You giggled, taking in his own scent. It was a mix of faint sweat from the hot atmosphere of the bar, the smell of liquor still on his tongue and the faint smell of his aftershave still lingering on his freshly shaven jaw. It was an interesting mixture really, honestly one would think it's not necessarily the most enjoyable of smells, but you liked it. It was comforting really. It smelled like home, because he was your home.
"Oh yeah?" You chuckled, "you like the smell of sweat and death?" You retorted, running your fingers through the short dark blondish strands.
"Nah," he hummed when he felt your fingers and shook his head, rubbing his face further into your neck. "You kinda smell like, like vanilla. Yeah, you smell like vanilla, and cinnamon and— and you smell like all the pretty things in the world." He mumbled, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he nodded, as if to confirm what he was saying.
"Oh," you couldn't help but laugh, a loving smile he couldn't quite see plastered on your lips, "that so?"
"Mhm…" He hummed, nuzzling further into your neck and his big arms nearly squeezing you into a bear hug, "you smell like you're pretty. 'Cause you are pretty. So so pretty…" his voice got softer and quieter, going almost inaudible by the end as he trailed off, exhaling deeply and he was suddenly leaning into you, putting half of his weight on you, making you blow out a sharp breath.
"Rick, baby." You tapped the back of his head, instantly feeling him slightly lift it, "you okay pretty boy?"
"Mhm.." He exhaled tiredly, "just resting my eyes for a second, sweetheart." He mumbled before going right back to the place in your neck. You chuckled fondly, knowing he was probably falling asleep, exactly like that, standing and all.
"Okay, come on, I'm taking you home, okay?" You turned around, hearing him groan quietly and when you looked up at him you almost wanted to awe out loud. His eyes were half closed and hooded, barely looking at you and his pale cheeks were flushed bright red, it was kinda adorable honestly.
"A pretty girl's takin' me home? Aren't I lucky." You couldn't hold in your laughter this time. When you laughed, he narrowed his eyes at you and slightly tilted his head in confusion.
"Yeah, absolutely," you giggled, brushing your hand over his cheek and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "alright, come on big guy."
You slung an arm around his torso, and he instantly slung an arm over your shoulder, practically leaning into you like you were a pole or something.
"Goddamn." You sucked a sharp breath when you felt his weight on you, barely being able to hold him upright, because he couldn't even do that himself. This was going to be a long walk to your car. You took a deep breath and used all the strength you could gather to lead him through the small groups of people still gathered around the bar.
Damn, this man was big and heavy. And he was putting most of his weight on you. He was also leaning into you as you walked, making you stumble to the side too.
"Oh my God Rick," you groaned softly when he slouched over you, both arms hanging limp over your shoulders, head hanging as he practically leaned his entire body into you. You had to plant your feet on the ground so you wouldn't fall with him, "Rick you're 6'2 and like 200 plus pounds, and you're putting all of that on me. Come on." You groaned, trying with all the strength you could gather to get him to stand upright.
Rick eventually lifted his head up, eyes wide for a second as he looked around for any form of threat, but then his eyes fell on your significantly smaller form trying to carry all of him. It took him a minute to stand by himself, mumbling what you assumed was a 'sorry baby' but honestly, you could barely understand him at this point.
Still, you managed to get him into your car, shoving him in the passenger's seat, where he instantly crossed his arms over his chest and slouched. You figured he probably fell asleep like that because you didn't hear a single word from him the whole ride. All you could hear was the quiet sound of the radio playing and his faint snores, confirming that he was in fact asleep. You let him, I mean when was the last time this man actually got proper sleep? Without having to sleep with an eye open? Yeah, he'd be pretty damn tired.
As much as it made you feel bad waking him up, you had to, you weren't going to let him sleep in the car. So once you parked your car, you got out and walked all around over to his side, where you opened his door for him and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly so you wouldn't startle him and potentially catch a flying fist. When you did, his eyes immediately shot wide open and his whole body got tense as he looked for whatever startled him awake. Much like you earlier, he visibly relaxed when his eyes landed on you.
"Come on pretty boy, let's get you to bed." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead before helping him out of the car. He instantly slouched against the car, using it to keep himself upright. You sighed. This was going to be difficult. "I know you wanna sleep but I need your help to get you inside, okay? Please don't fall on me."
You grabbed him again, this time having to wrap both arms around his torso to even get him off the car. Rick made somewhat of an effort to get himself going, this time he threw both of his arms over your shoulders and leaned his head on yours, mumbling how pretty you were, how badass he thought you were and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. It was cute really, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was so damn drunk he probably wouldn't even have said all of those things. He'd probably deny he ever said something that cliche and sappy, too.
Eventually you got the 6 foot something giant up to your shared place. You had no idea how, but hey, you managed to get the soldier through the door, up those stairs and into the safety of your home. The next step was getting to your bedroom, which may sound easy, but Rick was bumping into shit everywhere. He even started cursing at whatever inanimate object would get in his way. It was fucking hilarious, you had to force yourself not to burst out laughing in front of this very pouty and drunk Rick.
You got him to your room, eventually, and the second he did he threw himself right on the bed, face first. And fully clothed.
This fucking man.
You squeezed your eyes shut, rubbing your template and exhaled deeply, reminding yourself that he was just a big teddy bear when drunk, and you had to do everything for him.
"Rick, baby, at least let me take your shoes off." You sighed softly, walking over to the bed and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to get him to stay awake long enough. He didn't respond verbally, he simply huffed sleepily and rolled over onto his back.
You blew out a breath and shook your head, going around to the foot of your bed, one by one ridding Rick of most of his pieces of clothing. You got his shoes off, the shirt was a bit trickier, but with a bit of moving around you got it off. You gave up on taking his jeans off, he was like deadweight, and wouldn't move. So you left him like that. He was probably more than asleep by then. He was still on his back, a muscular tattooed arm tucked under his head, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he quietly snored, or so you figured. So you thought he wasn't listening when you spoke.
"Swear to god Rick, I gotta take care of a baby soon, I can't keep taking care of you like you are one, too" You thought out loud, as you started to strip yourself of your own clothes. So you completely missed the way Rick's eyes shot wide open and he sat up on his elbows so fast it gave him whiplash.
Did he actually hear that correctly?
"The hell did you say?" You heard him say with a tone you couldn't quite describe. And when you looked up, you saw him sitting there, suddenly wide awake and sober, wide eyed, mouth slightly open in shock, confusion, and maybe like, joy?
"Huh… That's not exactly how I wanted to tell you but…" You swallow thickly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him and looking down, nervous of how exactly he'd react. You've never actually talked about settling down, getting married, kids, the whole nine yards. I mean hell, you were in a island going on a suicide mission less than two a ago, you definitely weren't thinking of something like this yet. You thought Rick didn't actually want kids, he's never told you if he did, or even showed much interest in domesticity. So how the hell were you supposed to tell him that? "So uh… I've been feeling kinda sick these past few weeks, even on that island, I just didn't tell you so you wouldn't worry. Then when you were asleep last night I went out, bought a couple of pregnancy tests and well… yeah."
Rick wasn't saying anything, he wouldn't even blink. It was scaring you. His face was so blank, stoic and unreadable. You could never know what the hell was going on inside this man's head. You couldn't read him. And on top that he was still drunk, so he probably wasn't registering things like he normally would. So he was just staring at you, eyes slightly glossy and his lips slightly parted. And then he smiled. He genuinely smiled.
"You serious? You're pregnant with my kid?" He asked in disbelief, not because he would doubt you or your loyalty, but because he couldn't wrap his head around the idea of you being pregnant. You bit your lip nervously and slowly nodded, still not sure if you wanted to see his reaction or not. "Baby don't play with me, I know I'm like, drunk but—"
"Rick, I'm dead serious. I can show you the pregnancy test if you want. We're having a baby." You smiled nervously, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for his response. You were caught completely off guard when he laughed and grabbed your face, kissing you. It was sweet and loving, even if you could still taste the liquor on his tongue. But you didn't mind, all you cared about was his reaction, and you knew exactly what he was thinking.
"I must be dreamin' 'cause I can't believe it. This can't be real, it's too good." He mumbled, brushing his nose against yours as he held your face, a lazy and crooked smile on his lips.
"Nah, you're just drunk honey." You giggled, tears of joy pricking your eyes.
"Then I must be drunk and dreamin', because that's the best thing I've heard in a very long time."
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When morning came, you were already up, having been up since dawn, your body already used to waking up before the sun came up and sleeping very little hours at a time. Rick was a different story. Usually he was up even earlier than you were, most times he wouldn't sleep at all. But he was so drunk that after you both got in bed, wrapped around each other's arms, he fell dead asleep, and was only woken up by the sunlight coming through the window since it hit him right in the face. He was engulfed by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which he figured you had prepared.
Rightfully so, right when he was starting to wake up, still under the covers and hugging pillows instead of you, you walked in with two cups of coffee. One for yourself, and another for him since you intended on waking him up then, knowing he liked to start his day early no matter where he was. When you walked in the room you were met with a breathtaking sight. Rick, now half sitting up against the pillows, tattooed arm behind his head as he yawned, his blondish hair sticking just about every direction possible. Rick Flag in the morning was both the cutest and hottest sight anyone could ever see. And it was your sight to see every morning.
Rick spotted you by the door as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes and a sleepy, lopsided smile plastered on his lips.
"Mornin' sweetheart." He hummed, voice raspy and deeper than usual from just waking up. You smiled, making your way around the room to sit on your bed.
"Morning sleepy beauty. How's the hangover?" You teased, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. He groaned loudly, rubbing his face with both hands and shook his head.
"Oh shut up." He laughed, shaking his head before his eyes fell on the mugs on your hands, "this for me baby?" He pointed to the mug he usually used for his coffee and you nod. He happily took it from you and sipped it, humming in delight at the bitter liquid.
"Your coffee is fuckin' amazing, did I ever tell you that?"
"Yeah," you giggled, sipping your own coffee happily, "among other things." You shrugged, slightly tapping the side of the mug, knowing Rick probably didn't even remember the drunk late night conversation you had with him last night.
"In that case, did I ever tell you that I want to marry you and I want you to be the mother of my children?" He said casually, almost way too casually, like it was the most natural thing to say, a huge smile on his lips as he sipped on his coffee, he almost spat it right back out when he saw the ways your eyes widened and choked on your own coffee.
"Wha-What?"
"I mean, I believe you told me that you were pregnant with my kid? Or was I just dreamin' last night?" He raised an eyebrow at you, somewhat questioning whether or not he dreamed of it or if it actually happened.
You chewed on your bottom lip, trying once again to read the look on his face, in his eyes. It was hard to read him drunk or sober, you could never guess what Rick was thinking. But right then and there, you could see it in his eyes. He had this loving, fond and almost hopeful look in his eyes. With the sunlight shining right on his face his eyes looked lighter, like honey almost and they looked so full of life, happy. He looked happy. And then you knew.
"No, you weren't dreaming. I am pregnant and it is yours. So I guess you're gonna be, yeah, a dad." You giggled awkwardly, not being able to hold back a smile. And when you did, Rick set his might down on the bedside table and he kissed you, hard and loving.
"Baby," he sighed heavily, cupping your face with one hand and placing the other on your flat stomach, and frowned, "you're out of the task force. Like there's no fucking way I'm letting you risk yourself and our kid. I'm gonna marry you, and I can't allow either of you to get hurt or get killed. It's not worth it. I don't care what Waller says, you're out. You understand?" He frowned, eyes narrowed and gaze hard and he used his colonel voice, he was being so serious it wasn't even funny.
"Then you're not going back either," you frowned, resting your hand over his on your stomach and sighed shakily, "Peacemaker almost killed you Rick. I had to get that damn ceramic out of you, I had to drag your ass out of that building so you wouldn't die. I love you, and I can't lose you, not now. We can't leave our kid without their parents. We both need to get out of that fucking task force." You were nearly as serious as he was, and you weren't kidding, when you thought he was going to die you felt like your whole world was falling apart just because he wouldn't be in it. You couldn't go the rest of your life without him, you knew that now.
"Then we're both getting the fuck out. I don't care if I have to go back to D.C and take you with me, but we're not risking our lives anymore for this, not you, not me. I promise you, and little soldier that."
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hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼
let me hear you say | j. ww
✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader
✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff
✎ warnings: none!
✎ wc: 2.40 k words
✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/
“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.
“Of what?”
“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.
“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”
A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.
Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.
It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.
“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.
Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.
You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.
You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.
Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.
Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.
Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.
Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.
“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”
You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”
“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”
“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”
“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”
“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.
You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.
Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.
“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.
You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.
The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.
After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.
Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.
“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”
Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”
Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”
Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.
Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.
After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.
“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”
“What do you have in mind?”
You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”
“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”
There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.
“Let me hear you say it again.”
“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”
“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”
“I am in love with you too yn.”
Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.
Which you proceeded to do.
“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”
“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”
“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”
Absolutely yes. “No!”
Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.
“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”
“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”
“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”
“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”
“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.
“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”
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if it's okay with you, could I request headcanons for reki and langa with a shy s/o?
A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy:)
With a shy s/o
Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa x gn! reader
Warnings: none!
Reki
Absolutely loves it
It’s a real comfort to him. Being the upbeat, talkative person that he is, he appreciates having someone there to just listen to him, to just take everything in instead of questioning him on it
Would be like your bodyguard in public. If he feels you’re getting uncomfortable while you’re both around a lot of new people, he’ll either offer to take you around and introduce you to them so you feel better, or take you outside for a breather
Always asking if you’re comfortable going places when he knows a lot of people will be there
Sometimes he can be a bit blind to stressful situations. Being the extrovert he is, he’s a lot more comfortable being around new people, talking and making passing comments with ease. But one tug of his arm or a quiet glance his way and he’s springing into action, holding you close and asking what he can do to make you feel better
Eases you into things. He’s always going to make sure you gradually get used to new places, and will never leave your side
The pair of you met at S. he was racing in a beef against your friend, and you were there to support him. The two of them were on good terms of course, it was just a friendly race
He saw you chatting to him after the race, and he was honestly blown away by how gorgeous you were. He found himself staring, admiring your quiet smile, talking in a hushed voice. He wondered why you weren’t talking louder, it wasn’t exactly a library out here after all.
Langa flicked his temple after a minute or two, saying “if you’re gonna keep ogling them like a creep, you might as well go say hi.” He could feel himself glowing with embarrassment, but before he knew it he was shaking off his nerves and walking right over to you
He called out to your friend, giving him a high five as he began to talk about the race. You stayed relatively quiet, glancing at your phone occasionally and looking around. This threw Reki for a loop, surely you had something to say about the race? Confident as he was, he didn’t feel like starting a conversation without your friend hopefully introducing him first.
Just as he expected, your friend pulled you over, introducing you to Reki. You gave him a smile and a quiet “hello” before going back to your phone. Reki was a bit disappointed, but he didn’t let it show. Soon after, your friend announced he needed to go talk to his friend, and he’d leave you two to chat for a few minutes. You watched him leave with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave you with this complete stranger
There was a silence between you two for a minute or so, but Reki soon broke the silence. “So how did you find the race? Did you like it?” The words were already spilling out, and you felt yourself get embarrassed. What were you supposed to say??
“Yeah, it was..good.” You were mentally kicking yourself, wishing you could say more, but your brain was turning to mush in its attempt to converse with this new person. It didn’t help that he was, well, cute. Like, really cute. His hair was held back with a headband, but a lot of it still managed to escape, his fluffy locks obscuring his vision. You found yourself staring, and only snapped out of it when he waved a gentle hand in front of your face.
“Nothing else? What did you think of my skating? Was I good? Did I look cool?” He was ducking his head down to the part of the ground you were staring at, looking up at you with big eyes. He wasn’t used to talking to such quiet people, but hey, it was something he could get used to. To him, there was something quite endearing about your small smiles and wide eyes, simply taking in the world around you. You reminded him of Langa when he first met him, one-word replies and big eyes. He grinned, hoping you’d warm up to him like Langa did
He began to worry you didn’t want to talk to him when you didn’t respond, but a grin quickly spread across his face when he realised you were blushing. Reki’s mind was going into overdrive as your eyes widened, throwing your hands over your face.
“No! I mean- you were really cool, I liked that trick you did in the middle...” your voice quietened again when Reki dramatically let out a gasp, collapsing to his knees and holding a hand out to you. Your face was practically crimson at this point, frantically looking around, wishing for your friend to materialise and rescue you. You turned back to Reki, about to ask him what he was doing, when he suddenly spoke up.
“THEY SPEAK!!” He shot you another smile. “And here I was under the impression you just stood there and looked pretty.” You felt your face grow impossibly redder, but you surprised even yourself when you let out a loud laugh. Reki looked at you with wide eyes, and he could feel his grin grow even wider. You pulled him off the ground, looking around, still half mortified from his display. You tried to let go of his hand once you picked him up, but he just held it even tighter, his face inches from yours.
“So what I’m hearing is that you liked my skating?” You tried to look away from him, but you could feel yourself getting lost in his amber eyes. Taking the record for the worlds worst timing, your friend came back with a drink in his hand, apologising for how long he took before his eyes landed on the pair of you. To any bystander, the two of you looked quite intimate. Hand in hand, faces inches away from meeting
You pushed away from Reki, resembling a tomato as you waved your hands, telling your friend it wasn’t what it looked like, that you were just talking. You turned to Reki for backup, but you were met with someone who could only be described as though they were on airplane mode. A giddy grin on his face, and a small blush creeping across his face, he quietly ran a hand through his messy hair while giggling. This only worsened your case, turning around to your friend to hide in his shoulder.
Of course, Reki magically ended up with your number by the end of the night, and you were bombarded with texts before you could even set foot outside the doors of S
Langa
Unlike Reki, he’s slightly more versed in the art of silence. You can always guarantee a bit of a brain break when you’re with Langa, just enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence
As for Langa, he appreciates having someone who doesn’t expect him to be keeping up with them talking a mile a minute. Of course, he loves listening to peoples’ endless babbling too, he just likes to be a bit more active in the conversation sometimes, which you make easy with your quieter demeanour, leaving more space in between your sentences for him to give input
He is glued to your hip in public. Mumbling sweet nothings in your ear as you walk along the streets, he’ll quietly talk about random things he finds strange or funny about the things he sees around him, keeping you in gentle company so you dont feel stressed
At any social gatherings with a lot of people, he’s rubbing circles in your hand, making sure you’re not uncomfortable with the people around you. If at any point he sees you begin to get restless, he’ll excuse the oar of you and take you for a walk, or even just to get a glass of water
The two of you met at the skate park. He’d been practicing with Reki when he saw you walk in with one or two of your friends, shifting from foot to foot as you scanned the park, checking to eye who was there. When your eyes landed on him, you were surprised to see he was looking straight back at you. Embarrassed, you looked away. Suddenly the floor was looking quite appealing to you.
Slightly agape, Langa’s mouth quickly turned into a little pout. You didn’t even smile...Of course, you didn’t even know him, but why did he suddenly feel like he really wanted you to?
Reki watched his friend’s mind spin, a little grin settling on his face. Did little Langa here have a crush? The cogs were already turning in his head, thinking of ways to make the pair of you interact. Not to mention, he wouldn’t mind getting cozy with your friends while you two talked...
“Langaaaa, you should really go talk to them yknow.” Langa almost gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head away from you, a look of panic spreading over his face while he stammered out that Reki had it all wrong, that he just wanted to see who’d come into the park. Reki tutted, putting his hand in his chin. He mumbled about how Langa shouldn’t lie, that it was normal to find people hot, which earned him a smack into the back of his skull
Somewhere during the play fight, the two heard a flurry of hello’s being exchanged, and they looked over to where you had been standing. Your friends were now talking to who Langa assumed were more of your friends, and watched as you trailed a little behind, carrying your skateboard awkwardly and not really knowing what to do with yourself. It became apparent to Langa that these new people weren’t friends of yours, and he felt his heart ache as he watched you stand a few feet back, glancing around and at your phone.
Reki saw how Langa stared at you, and before long he was dragging Langa up, and over in your direction. “Come on prince Langa, save your damsel in distress.” Langas brain went jdskhvmhcb as he thought of just what he was supposed to say to you, and hoped Reki would just do the talking. But to his distress, Reki gave him one last push and ran back to where the pair had been sitting. Langa looked back with a face that could only be described as “fuck you, seriously go fuck yourself.” As as he turned back around, he was met with your big eyes and a look of curiosity
He took a deep breath, taking a second to compose himself, and he took a stab at introducing himself
“Uh..hi” he mentally kicked himself, obviously that wasn’t going to do anything?? He was pleasantly surprised when you gave him a smile and a small “hello” in return. This was enough for him to regain his confidence, making another attempt at conversation
“Ok so..I saw you standing here and, uh, I was wondering if you were alright. You just seemed kind of lost.” He gave you a soft smile, giving his shoulders a little shrug as if to say well there you have it. “I’m Langa, by the way.” You looked up at him as he spoke, and Jesus, he could feel himself staring at you again. There was no denying you were incredibly attractive, and from up close it was just amplified. He was brought back to reality when you laughed, and his face lit up when he realised you were going to actually talk to him.
“Well, thank you for your concern, I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do with myself honestly.” You let out a quiet sign, giving him a soft smile before continuing. “It’s my first time here, and my other friends have been here before, they’ve gone over to their friends, and I didn’t really want to interrupt. I still dont exactly know how to ride this thing yet either,” you motioned to the board in your hand, “so you can imagine my predicament.” Langa looked down at you with a smile, quietly laughing before attempting to talk
“Well, if you want, I can give you a few pointers.” You gave him a look of concern, waving your hands around. “Oh no, its fine, you’re with your friend, I wouldn’t want to butt in-“ your rambling was cut short when he grabbed your hand, and you felt your face heat up.
“You’re not interrupting anything. Let me just grab my board and we can start.” He brought you over to Reki, who was acting completely oblivious to what had been going on, even though he was the evil bastard who set the two of you up. He looked up with a smile, handing Langa his board and offering you some food with a wink in both of your directions. He chuckled as he watched Langa lead you away, getting up and grabbing his board, deciding that while your friends were there he might as well attempt to impress them.
“Keep yourself a bit more balanced.” Langa instructed you from atop your board “you wont fall off as much then.” You were glowing from embarrassment, feeling like all eyes were on you as you failed to stand on the board without shaking. You mumbled about how it was easier said than done, sighing as you got off the board again. Langa nudged you to stand onto it again, this time his hands wandered to your waist. If you weren’t crimson before, you were now. Langa quickly realised how suggestive this looked, looking up at you with a panicked expression
“Uh-Not like that! I just..to keep the board still!” He was now redder than you, if that was somehow possible. In an attempt to stabilise yourself, you put your hands over his on your waist, which you soon realised only worsened the situation. You were both a stumbling, red mess within seconds. Reki watched from the sidelines, amused by your ministrations.
After a while, you started to get used to the board, but even after you got comfortable Langa’s arms never left your waist. You had been practicing with him for well over an hour now, and your friends were ready to leave. With giggles and nudges they made their way over to the pair of you, before shouting your name and scaring the shit out of the two of you.
As you got off your board and got ready to leave, Langa grabbed your hand. Your face flushing red once more, you turned to him questionably
“Um.. I had a lot of fun today, would you maybe want to do it again sometime?” Your friends jumped up and down behind you as the pair of you exchanged numbers and a quick hug. Blushing as you linked arms with your friend, you gave Langa one last smile before leaving the park
Maybe you were glad your friends dragged you here today after all
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Marinette The Perfect Daughter In Law: A Prompt
[ I've seen a few ‘everyone loves Marinette AU’s’ and a couple Marvel DC ‘all the mentors want THEIR kid to end up with Marinette AU’s’ and well frankly! I felt inspired! So I present to you my new prompt / AU thing! In which all the most powerful / rich / popular people in Paris decide to play matchmaker… ]
It starts when Adrien and Kagami have a less than AMICABLE break up according to their parents and the media anyway in reality it was a really REALLY dull break up. The pair have been ‘dating’ (using each other as an excuse to go out and experience normal teenage stuff) since they were 15. Now at 17 soon to be 18 the pair decided to publicly break up in order to pursue other people and interests. The problem is they never told their parents the truth so both Gabriel and Kagami’s mother Tomeo feel protective and concerned about what must surely be an upsetting first heartbreak for their child. And okay maybe both parents take that out on each other and both get a bit defensive and protective. And MAYBE it ends with Tomeo vowing to get revenge for her daughter. Enter, Marinette. Up and coming fashion designer for the rich and famous! She’s single, talented, and as far as Tomeo knows Gabriel is interested in the girl for her talent. So what better revenge could exist but having Marinette take an interest in Kagami!
Kagami has no idea why her mother suddenly has an interest in Marinette but she wont complain about having more time with her very cute designer friend. And all the outfits Tomeo is paying Marinette to make for Kagami is giving the young fencer plenty of up-close and personal moments with Marinette. And okay Marinette is VERY cute and Kagami wont question why she suddenly has all this tine with Marinette, eating ice cream with the girl and having brunch. But she knows shes absolutely head over heels when Marinette shows up at her fencing tournament gives her a luck charm and cheers her on wearing HER colors. Obviously Kagami wiped the floor with all the competition she cant be seen hesitating in front of Marinette!
On Tomeo’s side of things she makes sure that the paparazzi still lurking around after Kagami and Adrien’s breakup catch photos of what could easily be interpreted as dates between the girls. After all this is a revenge ploy but also Marinette is fantastic so Tomeo is 300% down with Kagami ‘bringing her into the family’ something she tells Kagami after the first paparazzi ‘date photos’ leak into the news. Kagami still has no idea this was an orchestrated affair and just thinks her mothers caught on to her feelings and is overjoyed that Marinette is approved of because after the cheek kiss Marinette gave her for winning the fencing tournament Kagami was preparing to fight her mother for the right to pursue the young designer seriously. After all she never hesitates!
But Tomeo never realized Gabriel isnt the only one interested in Marinette. Audrey Bourgeouis has been keeping an eye on Marinette trying to find a way to get Marinette on to her side and away from Gabriel. So when she sees the photos of Kagami and Marinette she sees an opportunity. After all if Marinette isnt exclusively into men (and those photos of her flushed cheeks as Kagami cleans ice cream off her bottom lip are a clear indication shes not) then Audrey smells opportunity. After all Marinette was Chloe’s first crush! How cute would that be! The next day Marinette is being offered yet another opportunity to intern under Audrey this time with much looser restrictions. When Marinette accepts she suddenly finds herself working with Chloe… A LOT. The pair are modeling together, often paired together for shoots in perfect complementary clothes that screams ‘opposites attract’. Chloe is also helping manage Marinette’s brand and the two start to get along very well. The model photos and their business lunches are soon plastered alongside the Kagami and Marinette outings with parisian gossip blogs finding their interest picked by this potential love triangle.
Chloe for one, was confused at first. Sure she knew her mom was interested in Marinette but she never thought SHE would be working so closely with her first crush. And Chloe tries to ignore it, after all those are dead feelings! And Marinette woud never forgive her anyway so why even- Wait. Is that Marinette in a downright gorgeous golden dress? A-and she will be posing right next to Chloe for their shared shoot? Well… Chloe always thought herself deserving of royalty and damn if Marinette aint the princess of her dreams. Sorry Adriken’s you had your chance to get the girl, but now its winner keeps all and Marinette is the only prize shes interested in. For the record Alya is freaked out by Chloe being nice, but shes more weirded out by Chloe being protective and handsy and downright shamelessly flirty with Marinette. Audrey is pleased when she hears the news and is quick to give her daughter encouragement acting as if none of this was premeditated at ALL.
Oh but they have no idea that this is just the beginning. Because guess who's moved back into town. Adrien’s favorite cousin and aunty. And Felix’s mom is quite the busybody and dammit Felix needs friends! And maybe a cute girlfriend! And oh whos that pretty girl on the magazine cover? Marinette? The one her celebrity connections have nothing but praise for? Perfect! Shes invited to lunch with Felix and herself on friday to discuss movie costumes! And oh Audrey dear dont you think Marinette would look fabulous sandwiched between TWO blondes! Felix hasnt modeled in a while but come now. So suddenly Marinette is being spotted with Felix guiding him about paris and modeling with him AND Chloe under AUDREY’s brand NOT Gabriels.
Felix thought hed really hate Marinette; he tried to ignore her he really did. But shes funny, witty and sweet. Not to mention trustworthy, so a good candidate for a business partner. And thats it, but then he has to admit hes impressed when he rolls up to a photoshoot and Chloe! The definition of brat personified is acting… Bearable. Yes, somehow Marinette has done the impossible! She has tamed the beast known as Chloe. And yes fine he will admit shes drop dead gorgeous and how intelligent of her to learn all sides of the fashion industry and boost her rep with modelling! Soon hes spending more time with her, he tries to argue he needs a guide, that shes the most bearable person to be with! That she is just a friend- Oh god. No it cant be! He sounds like-! Like ADRIEN! And Chloe already told him about THAT mess! No! Absolutely not! He will not lead on Marinette like his idiot cousin! Marinette is a rare and beautiful woman! She could be his queen! And god he has to admit it much as he loathes too Marinette’s smile is enough to make him thank every non-existent god. He will win her heart, show her that she deserves better than his brain dead cousin! Felix is sure mother will approve of his decision to pursue the girl, now he just needs to do more shoots with Marinette...
And that's what finally gets Gabriel to snap. Because REALLY Felix!? Is there no loyalty to FAMILY. Not to mention he was totally drafting a potential contract for Marinette when Audrey snapped her up the witch! But its fine! Marinette has always been interested in Adrien! Surely she still is? Surely she's not been swayed by any of her new suitors! Right? Gabriel knows he can't mess with Audrey’s contract so he goes through Adrien, freeing up his sons schedule and telling him to spend time with Marinette to help her ‘adapt’ to the harsh world of fashion and modeling. He uses Adrien’s heroic nature to make it sound like hed be saving her from Chloe and Felix. And sure enough Adrien bites, using his friendship with Chloe to worm into fittings, meetings, and photo shoots. At first hes just there to make sure Chloe and Felix arent hurting sweet Marinette. But when he sees the blondes fighting for her attention, flirting with her, posing with her in some rather romantic settings. Suddenly hes less worried and more… Jealous? No! Not him! Hes concerned, confused, suspicious! Obviously he needs to spend more time with Mari- Wait! When did Kagami get here to take Marinette to lunch! And why are they all ignoring him!!!
Now Marinette is fully in the public's eye. Gossip blogs are being fed bits of info writing up each ‘candidates’ appeal as THE romantic partner to the Marinette Dupain-Cheng paris new darling, the girl with a heart of gold too oblivious to see the trail of hearts following her around! But there is still another contender yet to enter the game! Jaggeds been away on tour teaching Luka his up and coming protege all the tricks. And lets not lie Luka has his own fans now, enough to rival all the others. Jagged sees Luka as his own son, even calling him as much! Hell hes even adopted Luka and Juleka and when I say adopted I mean Jagged literally got shared custody of the kids when their real dad tried to start trouble once Luka started gaining fame. Luka and Juleka for one love their adopted father and his wonderful fiance Penny. But back to Jagged, being Jagged.
The moment Jagged is back in Paris he's checking up on his favorite designer and hopefully future daughter in law! When… WHAT'S THIS?! All the other ritchies in Paris are playing his game! Trying to get Marinette married into THEIR families! Not rock and roll at all! He was here first! And so being Jagged he decides to make Luka’s stake in the race for Marinette’s heart clear! By spamming social media with photos of Marinette being cute with Luka, taking his measurements, going out with him, the pair babying Fang, the two passed out against each other after a long concert. And he has photos going back at least a year or two! Soon Luka’s fans pick up the hype starting a trending hashtag finding the pair cute! Jagged feels confident that hes won! When Audrey retaliates, and from there its a complete train wreck. Before long each pair has a hashtag filled with cute moments and arguing over whos dating the model / fashion designer!
Meanwhile Adrien is drowning in denial as he goes through each hashtag seething about how many MORE photos everyone else has with Marinette, when HE is her very good friend and was here first! Felix, Chloe and Kagami on the other hand have declared open war after they tried to talk to each other about the hashtags reasonably only for it to devolve into “so you agree Marinette is best with me!” - “WHAT! No! Thats not what I said! Besides she clearly is best with me!” - “Ridiculous!” And so on. Poor Luka is having an entirely different reaction hiding in shame unsure how to face Marinette because he WAS going to ask her on a proper date now that she seems over Adrien, because even with everything she's the melody playing in his heart and he had a plan! But now his mom and sister are texting him and teasing him and apparently he has MORE competition! Who do these people think they are to deserve Marinette! No! Luka won't lose Jagged has been teaching him to be bold and confident! And Marinette is worth all of his efforts! Jagged REGRETS NOTHING even if Penny confiscated the tv remote!
Marinette meanwhile has no idea what's going on because the whole class made a dumb bet on when the designer would notice with one of the bet conditions being that no one could tip Marinette off and that they have to keep her away from Paparazzi so they dont spoil it either. And sense Alya is helping manage Marinette’s social media Marinette hasn't looked at it yet so she has NO idea what's happening. But her birthday is coming up next week and Chloe definitely didn't get dibs on planning a surprise party for her all so she could spoil the girl and RUB her GREAT relationship with Marinette into her competitions FACES! The competition however (and Adrien JustAfriend Agreste) have decided that they really aren't going down without a fight!
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Hii omg this is my first time requesting and I hope you will like it <33
Silent nights! Kokonoi Haji. x reader (oneshot)
It was your usual nights where your boyfriend, Haji, come home late and do nothing but do this remaining work. It's not you want to complain about it but sometimes you really do miss spending time with him like before. So what really happened? Well you see there was a regrettable mistake. You were an ex gang member with him, that's the reason why the both of you met and fall in love in the first place. You got a crush on him first, as a shy one slowly opening up to him is really difficult. It was all thanks to Inupi, he's the one who realized the hint that you got a crush to his friend. Kokonoi actually got the idea but he just brushed the idea off because he thought you were a serious type that would actually do their job as a gang member and nothing more. Eventually, someone used you as a bait so that they will get information to your gang. It was a peaceful night where you supposed to confess your feelings to him. Kokonoi can't forget the memory where you were blindfolded and having a knife on your throat. It was dead silent when Kokonoi was thinking if he could give them the information but you already know what's happening in the agreement. "Don't worry Haji, I'll be alright." It was then you purposely move and defend yourself to get out of the situation leaving Haji watched you struggle. Someone already know your stubbornness and immediately stabbed you in the lower chest. Even though Kokonoi got his hands dirty just to give financial money for the hospital bills, the memory of you almost dying still can't cover anything. You just got another chance to live. It was clear to him your affection wasn't just a simple infatuation. You protected the gang by sacrificing yourself so that's why Kokonoi lied to his boss that you died and live a peaceful life away from this. Of course he's still a deliquent like before but everything seems dangerous even though nothing much happened. So back to the present, "Haji, do you think I can protect you again if you didn't told our boss about my death?"
hi darling, tysm for requesting! i am honored to be the one receiving your first request ♡ i loved the bg u gave the reader and koko, this was a pleasant idea to work with! i hope it is to ur liking <3 (u didnt state what genre u wanted so i took it upon myself to make it into hurt w comfort, i hope u dont mind!)
SILENT NIGHTS
the liking for your favorite spot on the living room has started to fade, the couch where you loved sitting the most turned uncomfy, and the house you shared with your beloved husband is starting to feel empty with each passing day.
a home for two is starting to feel like a trap for one. this lonesome and reclusive apartment was once a place lively and full of enthusiasm and love. hajime's busy schedule as japan's top criminal organization's executive being what to blame for this dismal change in both your life as a married couple.
the astounding and eventful life you both used to share as blooming teenagers, side-by-side in the same faction, is no longer present in the sensible adult-life. with this change you can't help but feel like the trust between the both of you, and your husband's demeanor has changed altogether.
maybe you are really the one to blame. the regrettable mishap from your younger years has left permanent lasting effects on you both. for you, a deep scar located on your lower chest that serves as a constant reminder of the incident, and as for hajime, the remorse of having you within a hand's grasp, facing danger, life hanging on a thread but not being able to keep you safe. this remorse eats him up everyday.
perhaps that's the reason he lied to the world around him and you. the blatant lie of you sacrificing your life all in your past gang's name, dying a honorable death.
the sound of keys unlocking your front door breaks you out of your reminiscing thoughts. you are met with the sight of your tired husband as you look up from your spot on the couch. after exchanging your everydays 'welcome home' and 'missed you', few other words, a welcoming kiss, and a brief hug, hajime hurries straight to his office, much like every other night. it really doesn't make much of a difference whether hajime is home or not, he's always working, at home and at his workplace alike.
but tonight you had decided to keep him company in his office while he works. after preparing him some earl gray tea, his favorite, you make your way into his office.
hajime looks up from his paperwork to look you in the eyes, silently questioning as to why you are here this late instead of sleeping. his mouth forms into a silent 'o' shape after you have placed the cup of tea down in his desk, he let out a breathy 'thank you' and take a sip out of the cup.
you offer him a small smile in return and rest yourself in the couch opposite to him. a comfortable silence makes its way into the room, nothing dares break it. the night almost seem peaceful with hajime arranging the gang's business paperworks and you resting your chin on your palm while watching him, almost if not for your unsettling heart.
so you muster up the courage to ask him the question that has been on the back of your mind all this time, hopefully to clear out the unsteadiness of your heart. "haji, do you think i can protect you again if you didn't told our boss about my death?"
the scribbling of his pen stops and he looks up at you. but he doesn't break the silence. the once comfortable atmosphere turns into an apprehensive one. and you start to doubt yourself, a million questions rousing in your mind.
what if he lied because in reality he wanted to get rid of you, it wouldn't be an impossible possibility because ever since that lie, a big part of your life has been cut off from you, a big part of your time together with him has been cut off. the gang used to be everything to you back then, are you about to lose what means everything to you now as well?
"don't be silly," hajime finally speaks up, breaking you from your thoughts for the second time tonight, he motions for you to get close to him. so you do. you stand up and make your way to him.
he lets out a small laugh at the distance you are putting in between him and you. he thinks it's adorable the way you don't seem to grow out of your initial shyness even after years of marriage. so he pulls you in closer until you are sitting on his lap sideways.
you get fluster by this action and look away in embarrassment. in response to this, hajime lifts an arm from its place on your waist to cup your cheeks with his palm, making you look at him, "you wouldn't have to make a sacrifice like that-", he lowers his hand to caress where your scar is located at before he finishes his sentence, "-ever again."
"i'll be the one protecting you."
and just like that hajime calms all your uneasiness, clears all the doubts you had and didn't had, and reassure your unsteady heart once again.
the feeling of when you both first fell in love with each other in your teenage years is striking you again as you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep soundly in his embrace.
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chubby crushes w/ hq bois pt 5
Warnings: cursing I haven’t done the warning because i forgot about it
Wakatoshi
- Wakatoshi will want to flirt with you since you were right there cuz like: god damn it you were fucking pretty what can he say
- welp i mean, he doesnt know how to flirt but like..he thinks that complementing you is fucking flirting so ;-;
- if someone is like either bullied or bullying you
- he would try to make you happy but he just stared at you cuz you were absolutely stunning
- “y/n, those scumbags dont matter right now or any time of day. All that matters is you and your metal health, do you want some food? Chocolate? I heard that it will help your endorphins raise and it makes you happy becuase it’s a certain chemical and a hormone”
- you kinda surmised that he said scumbags but didnt mentioned anything about it
- “uhhh i kinda dont wanna look like a pig cuz ya know...I’m kinda already on-”
- “no you aren’t. You look like nothing like a pig, what are you talking about?”
- “well, its just a phrase waka”
- “ well your body fits nice in that uniform”
- he wanted to kill himself instantly cuz he obviously blurred out his true feelings out to you which made you both look like tomato’s
- not gonna lie, peeps say that he’s a thigh guy or whatever but personally u think that he is really into that soft pillowy belly..I’m sorry but he just is
- he loves the lil or big dent in your shirt
- he just imagines him squishing the living crap out of your stomach cuz he likes squishy stuff
- “wakatoshi? Are you okay?”
- oop, he be staring at your beautiful plump body
- “ yes I’m perfectly fine y/n”
- even tho he’s not perfectly fine, he’s tryin to figure out who’s and what the hell what to do in the future cuz he wants to squish you so bad and kiss you on the spot but he doesnt want to be labeled as a “pervert”
Asahi
- ASAHI BABY LOVES YOU SO FUCKING MUCHHH
- anywayXD
- he actually tries to avoid you becuase he doesnt want to look like a tomato and a weirdo
- asahi is so worried that he smells bad cuz every time you guys glance each other, it’s after practice
- like, he just loves you for you.. your personality is like a rare gem to him
- and yes of course he isn’t blind and loves your body too
- everything about you is his favorite part of you
- and each time you pass in the hallways, he always feel kinda left and the excitement in his heart is disappearing
- whenever, and i do mean whenever you stretch and lift your shirt as well, he just wants to hug you so bad during that moment
- maybe just a lil sneak? No? Ok..
- he loves your lil chubby hands, THERE SO CUTEEEE
- he basically spills and vents all his feeling into the conversation with suga he’s having rn
- but you just be right behind him
- suga has this devilish smirk on his face, he knows damn well your behind but never ever mentions it
- and once he’s done suga goes “well looks like you just told her”
- “what? No i didnt I’m just saying it to you for now”
- “welllll you kinda just did” suga points over him
- and which you were smiling like crazy, euphoria spreading through your body
- “Y/N I- WHAT, WAIT NONO WAIT Y/N ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE ITS-NOT-THAT-I-LIKE-YOU- AHAHRG”
- he’s internally dying and preparing for rejection
- until he sees your smile, he calms down a bit
- a bit
- you goes in full panic mode again once you pecked his lips and giggles, while your chubby hands hold his hand
- “i love you too asahi”
Tsukishima
- tsuki- oh dear
- he has to clear his glasse twice cuz hot damn does he just love you soul
- he turns his head around but once he hears your voice chit chatting with anyone this dickwad turns his fucked up head back around being a lil sneaky dick
- holy shit i really just cursed him out lol
- but he really dies for you
- speaking of dying, he dies inside becuase he cant just spill out any or every thing about his feeling towards you
- yams actually had to help this situation cuz he was having a metal heart attack seeing you in a new dress cuz you also happed to be in the food court when tsuki and yams were having a day together
- he just wanted to have a day to get his shit together, and fucking breathe cuz he loves seeing ina dress, like..you the sun? No? How? What the actual fuck
- and then you went to bend down- ok lemme stop
- but he was like tryin really fuckin hard not to think about you
- its not like he doesnt trust yamaguchi when he tries to say about his feelings
- its just that he feels alomst afraid and spread that others will find out cuz we all know yams is like the most clumsy person. And the other peeps will just judge them for that
- once you spot them in their seats, and of course tsuki is the first one to notice cuz he was starring at you the whole time
- you waved at them excitedly, strolling over to wherever you found them and started to blush and talk
- “hi, I’m sorry if I’m taking time off your day or something like that but i just noticed and i wanted to say hello”
- ok so you weren’t lookin normal becuase one, you got food on your face and second you were super blushy
- tsuki had a heart squeeze (just like midoriya) you looked so pretty, hello?!?!
- “its ok-”
- “when did your dumbass get here?”
- “tsuki! Dont be so mean, i though you likes her?”
- “GODAMN IT”
- Yama ran to the bathroom cuz he doesnt want to ruin the moment but like..he kinda ruined tsuki’s plan
- he cant do jack shit because your their and there’s just awkward silence that you both managed to make
- “i like you too?” Fuck, you asked as like a question
- “...me too”
- you were smiling cuz like???YOUR CRUSH JUST REVEALED HIS MAGIC TRICK
- you caught tsuki have his lil victory smirk
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