#I wrote this in a rush today because the idea would not leave me alone!!!!!
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✿ 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 _ eren yeager x black!reader
contains: modern au, dom!eren, college reader, black reader, drug use (weed), overstimulation, pet names, step-brother armin, best friend’s brother, enemies to lovers, eren teasing y/n, oral fem-receiving, fingering, creampie, raw vaginal penetration, swearing wc: 4.4k
MDNI | 18+
a/n: i previously wrote on wattpad so this is my first fic posted on tumblr. let me know if I missed any tags for the cw and allat :)
you quickly glanced at the time on your radio before you turned down your street. you had just finished your third year of college, along with your step brother armin, so you were both coming home today for the summer. as you got closer to your house, you noticed armin’s car pulled into the driveway.
you were wondering how the hell he got home first, considering armin goes to stanford and had to take a flight back home. due to your excitement, you pushed past the thought and made you way into the house through the garage leaving all of your bags for armin to grab later. your mom married armin’s father when you two were 3 years old. that being said, armin has been apart of your life as long as you could form memories and has alway been no different than any blood relative to you. the two of you have always been close and armin always made sure to include you when around his friends.
"i’m home!" you shouted as you entered the kitchen from the garage. the countertops were filled with foil trays full of your and armin’s favorite foods. you sat your phone and keys on the counter, as you heard your mother's familiar voice getting closer to the kitchen.
"y/n! oh, hi baby," your mother exclaimed as she quickly approached you, pulling you into her for an embrace and planting a kiss on your cheek. "oh, i missed you so so much!"
“i missed you too mom," you exclaimed. you pulled away from her, turning to face all of the food. "did you make all of this for us?"
she responded with a warm hum. “i figured you guys missed having homemade cooking," she was right. you couldn't cook to save your life, so you pretty much lived off of ramen and takeout.
right when you were about to thank her, you heard someone clear their throat. you looked over to see armin’s figure standing in the doorway. you giggled with excitement after taking note of his welcoming smile and ran into his now open arms.
"how long have you been here? you usually come home later than i do?" you asked, pulling away from the hug.
"oh uh... i came in last night," armin smiled. you raised your eyebrow at him before you heard the tv on in the living room.
"wait, is dad here?" you asked excitedly as you rushed into the living room.
you were more than surprised to see not your step-father lounging on the couch, but eren yaeger. eren has been armin’s best friend since you guys were in kindergarten. you never really cared much for eren. it was really always armin and eren, but armin being a few months older than you, that made you the designated annoying little sister that was always there. eren used to pick on you a lot when you were kids, but you had to learn to defend yourself against his teasing since all armin would do is whine, cry and yell for him to leave you alone. although it simmered down as you guys got older, so now you two pretty much tolerate each other, to say the least.
"ugh, why is eren here?" you groaned, turning to both armin and your mother. “where’s dad?”
"well..." your mom started. you knew exactly where she was going.
"no...why?!" you basically screamed.
"i know sweetheart, he just left last night," she said. "but this trip is just to colorado! so he'll be back in a couple of days."
you turned to step toward armin, noticing his nervous expression. "so that's why you came early?"
"what?y/n no, i had no idea!" armin while waving his hands in front of him. "i just came last night because the ticket was cheaper!"
"you know it was quiet before you got here."
you paused in front of armin to process what you just had heard. you pushed past him and walked over to eren, standing directly in front of him blocking the tv. eren was now staring directly at you, while manspreading, his bright teal eyes piercing into you in a low gaze. you took note of his appearance. he grew his hair out enough to the point he was able to pull it back into a messy bun, with a few stray hairs dangling in front of his face. a drawstring hoodie, black jeans, and mocha air jordans. along with a silver chain and a silver stud in his ear to match.
"excuse me, you're literally in my house?" you questioned turning yout face up at him. "don’t you have your own house to attend to? why are you here?!" eren didn't respond, instead he just put his hands up in defense. you groaned loudly before plopping down onto the loveseat.
"i invited him over," armin said. "i thought he could come over and help us eat some of this food,” a nervous laugh left his mouth as you watched him rub his hand behind his neck.
You let out a deep sigh in response, choosing not to speak anymore for armin’s sake. eren must've taken note of your annoyance because you heard him chuckle under his breath.
"ah come on y/n, you know you're just acting like that because you missed me," he smirked before making kissy noises to you.
your mother eventually excused herself, making her way upstairs to rest before her hospital night shift. once she was upstairs, armin came over and sat next to eren as he pulled out a packet of backwoods, and a small tied bag from his pocket.
"do you wanna smoke y/n?" armin asked if he took the backwoods from eren to break them down. you nodded in response before heading towards the patio to open the doors, and lighting a few of the candles on the end table to help with the smell. your parents know you smoked; originally they were livid but they eventually gave up since they were pretty much wasting their breath.
you made your way back to the loveseat, sitting with your legs crossed as you took note of eren rolling the second blunt, the first one ready on the coffee table. you watched him as rolled, the way his lips curled around it, his tongue lapping. you snapped out of your stares when eren looked up to lock eyes with you as he continued to make sure it was perfectly rolled, as his lips never left the blunt as he continued.
"are we the last ones back from school?" armin asked as he grabbed the first rolled blunt from the table and put it to his lips to light it. eren nodded in response before removing his lips from the blunt now perfect cylinder.
"I think connie came back the day before you, but yeah we're all here," he stated. armin leaned back into the couch before blowing out a cloud of smoke. he took a few more hits before passing the blunt over to eren. you watched as eren took a few hits, watching the way his teal eyes focus on each cloud of smoke that left his mouth. you’re not too sure what was coming over you, but something about him was making you feel things towards him you have never felt before. nor that you wanted to.
time has passed; the first blunt was finished and the second was half done as well, now put out in the ashtray on the coffee table. the three of you were laughing at the television, and reminiscing about previous memories.
armin took note of the now empty water bottles on the coffee table through his low red eyes, before he got up to go grab more from the fridge. you pulled out your phone to distract yourself from the sudden wave of awkwardness of feeling eren’s eyes on you.
"y/n," eren said in a low tone. you felt your stomach turn into a knot, but you ignored it, and as you continued to scroll through your social media.
"girl, i know you hear me."
you look up from your phone to see eren staring at you with low red eyes, his sea green pupils burning through your skull.
"come here real quick," he said with a small smile plastered across his face. an unfamiliar sense of nervousness came across you as you sat your phone beside you, and made your way over to the sofa he was on, sitting on the side of your legs, your feet placed by his thighs. eren took a deep sigh before placing his arm behind you on the sofa and shifting his body to release the slight tightness in his jeans.
"so, how you been?" he asked, bringing his eyes to meet yours, displaying a lazy smile.
"fine," you answered coldly. you felt your heart almost beating outside of your chest. you tried to focus on the movie in front of you, as you felt the feeling of his eyes still glued to you.
"this is cute," he said in a low tone as he reached for your ankle, fiddling with the silver butterfly charm that hung from your anklet. "who got you this? your boyfriend?"
"what?" you asked him with a look of confusion. "eren you know I don't have a boyfriend."
"hmm," he sighed with a sly grin on his face, almost as if he wanted to hear you confirm what he already knew.
the little taste of contact made your breath hitch and nervous heartbeat move between your thighs causing you to clench them together. eren must’ve took note of this, because a smirk appeared on his face as he continued to twirl the charm around the tips of his finger.
“am I making you nervous y/n?” he asked with lows lids quickly glancing down to your lips. he was so slick and you honestly wouldn’t have noticed if you already weren’t fixated on the way his eyes studied you. you’re not sure if it's seeing him with his hair grown out longer and sex appeal, or the weed, but the whole interaction made you want to climb into his lap and grind into him.
"tuh! don’t even flatter yourself," you huffed at him before slapping his hand away from you, trying to hold yourself together. eren responded only by sucking his teeth and giving a low chuckle.
armin soon returned with water bottles for the three of you and a plate of food for himself, causing eren to move his arm from behind you swiftly. armin questioned why you were now sitting next to eren, but shook it off after you gave him a generic answer.
armin ended up inviting eren to stay the night, so you three just chilled, and watched movies before eren and armin headed up to his room for the night. later that evening, you were in your room, catching up with sasha and mikasa on a group facetime. you almost wanted to bring up your interaction with eren, but it felt wrong that it even happened in the first place. eren is like a brother to armin, and you all grew up together. as much as you wanted to get the situation off your chest, you knew it would be best to just try your best to forget it even happened, and blame the interaction on the weed.
once you said your goodnights to your friends, you made your way to the bathroom down the hall to brush your teeth before bed. you stopped in your tracks as you stepped into the threshold to see eren already brushing his teeth at the sink farthest from the entryway. you tried to back away, but eren had already taken note of you standing there, and gave you a quick "hey" nod as he continued to brush, his hair barely being held by his ponytail holder.
you didn't say a word. just simply avoided eye contact as you stood in front of the second sink, grabbing your toothbrush to do what you needed to do, and get out of the bathroom as quickly as possible. you tried to focus on your brushing, but couldn't help to stare at eren's shirtless stern body through the mirror, and the way his happy trail led directly to the drawstring of his low plaid pj bottoms.
"do you just wanna take a picture?" he said with a smirk after he spits out the toothpaste and cleaned his face.
"fuck off," you said lowly in a mumble as you continued to brush. eren heard your comment but chose to ignore it. he pulled his hair out of the loose fitting band, letting his hair fall freely to his shoulders. you didn’t even realize you almost completely stop your movement, holding the brush in your mouth as you watched eren through the mirror fix his hair with his eyes low. you felt your heart almost come to a complete stop when you watched his eyes shoot open immediately finding yours in the mirror. eren pulled his eyes away just as quickly as they found yours, before exiting the bathroom making sure he placed his hand on your lower back as if he couldn't get by without doing so, sending a chill through your entire body.
your eyes jolted open, due to the startling memory of the nightmare you had just experienced while sleeping. you used your elbow to prop you up a bit to reach under your pillow and check the time on your phone. 2:34 am. unfortunately for you, whenever you have a nightmare, it pretty much ruins your ability to have a good night's sleep for the rest of the night. you climbed out of bed, to make your way down to the kitchen, walking on the balls of your feet to avoid the creaking floors from waking up the two sleeping boys down the hall. as you got closer to the bottom of the stairs, you notice a small dim light emerging from the kitchen. you groaned at the thought of either you or armin leaving the light on over the oven since you tried your best not to waste energy.
to your surprise, there was eren, leaning against the kitchen counter with a water bottle in hand, and his phone in the other. you felt your heart fall to your ankles in nervousness as he looked up at you from his device. his eyes weren't fully alert, but he still greeted you with a sleepy smile.
"couldn't sleep?" he asked, setting his phone down on the island in front of him. there was a rasp in his voice that you've never heard before, making you come to the realization that you both are seeing a new side of each other for the first time.
"i guess you could say that. nightmares," you said with a hint of embarrassment as you made your way over next to him, grabbing the electric kettle to fill it at the sink beside him. you grabbed a teabag of lavender chamomile tea and placed it in a clean mug sitting in the sink as you waited for the water to finish boiling.
you felt a slight wave of warmness from eren standing so close behind you as you faced the opposite direction to watch the kettle. he sat his wattle bottle behind him, clearing his throat as you both listened to the sound of the kettle whistling, signaling the tea was ready to be steeped. you took the kettle and filled the mug, feeling eren's emerald eyes watching your every move. a few minutes went by with utter silence.
"this color is pretty on you," eren finally spoke, looking down at your hand grabbing it to admire the long light pink nails that complimented your skin color, as you tried to focus on the tea steeping.
the feeling of eren's large hands fiddling with your nails, sent a rush over you that you were so focused on calming you couldn't even respond right away. you pulled your hand away and faced him. if he kept his hand on yours any longer you would've melted into him.
"thanks," you choked out. "i um...like your hair grown out..." pausing to clear the tickle in your throat. "it suits you.." you internally screamed at yourself, wondering what in your right mind made you say that out loud.
eren stared back at you for a moment, before stepping closer. you didn't move, you couldn't. you were frozen in place as he got closer and closer, causing you to feel the warmness of his breath on your face. you began to step back as you realized what was happening.
"don't move."
you froze once again, after hearing his stern voice speak out. he placed his lips against yours, just barely brushing against them just to savor the feeling of your soft skin against his before he took it any further. the tension was too much. just that little contact alone was making you feel the unbearable need to be touched by him.
you closed the gap between you too, kissing him ever so gently causing you to feel a spark through your body. the moment the gap was closed, eren's large hands were placed on your lower back, bringing you into him as close as he could get you. the kiss started off slow as passionate, you both savoring the sudden intimacy between you. it quickly began to get heated as he moved one hand from your lower back to reach under your oversized t-shirt and grab a handful of your soft ass, sending a small whimper out of your mouth and into the kiss.
the tiny sound that came out of your mouth caused eren's briefs to suddenly feel even tighter than before. he moved his hand from your ass now placing it on the back of your thigh, wrapping it around him pulling you into him even more just to feel the heat of your pussy on him. he pulled you in even more so much it wasn't even physically possible for you to get any closer, grunting making sure not to break the kiss not once. it's almost like he wanted his skin to combine with yours.
you felt the subtle sense of your nipples through your shirt, rubbing against his chest, the tiny amount of friction creating a pool between your thighs. this wasn't enough though. you soon found yourself rolling your hips into him, just to feel a little bit more.
"fuck y/n I want you so bad," he said groaning into the kiss. “you have no fucking idea.” his hand traveled between your legs, one still wrapped around him, softly placing his hand on the front of the lace trim of your panties. "let me?" he asked as his breathing labored, pulling away from the kiss, giving you both a second to catch your breath.
you were hesitant at first, but the desperate begging in his eyes, and the dire feeling of wanting to be touched by him, caused you to give him a simple nod. you sworn you heard a graceful sigh of relief as he pulled your panties to the side before attaching his lips back to yours.
eren's brows raised and eyes soften as he slipped his finger in between your folds, taking note of the wetness coating his fingers causing him to moan on your lips.
"all this for me?" he asked as you felt his cocky smirk against your lips before pulling away to meet your eyes. you couldn't even respond. you felt embarrassed about the fact that you were so aroused for him.
eren quickly took note of this embarrassment, and placed reassuring pecks on your lips in between his words. "don't be embarrassed baby, it's okay."
you felt your body jerk forward into him as he rubbed tempered circles around your clit, causing you to tighten the lock of your arms around his neck. the moans and whimpers that left your mouth gave eren the green light to slowly slide his fingers into you, pressing on the spongy insides.
"oh my god-" you whined as you threw your head back, giving eren an open spot to nuzzle his face in, peppering your neck with kisses.
"feels good baby?" Eren groaned into your neck.
you could barely open your mouth to speak, only able to answer with an mhm, the feeling of you gripping his fingers sending his eyes to the back of his head, imagining out good you’d feel on his dick.
this wasn't enough for him. he needed more. he detached himself from your neck and began to lower his knees in front of you, lifting your large shirt allowing him to slip down your panties, and admire what he was seeing. your breathing labored as you felt the swiftness of his tongue gliding between your folds with just the right amount of pressure.
"mmm," he groaned into you. you had no idea how long eren had dreamt of this moment. the moment he finally got to taste you.
"always around me in those fucking skin-tight dresses, the way they hugged your shape," he hummed against your clit. "so fucking untouchable."
eren was infatuated with you. your pretty manicured acrylics, the look of your glossy lips always lined perfectly, your moisturized coils. the way you react when he would pick on you. especially the way his dick would get rock hard the moment you were in close vicinity. these past years have been torture, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.
the sound of his moans and grunts through his soft lips against your clit was too much. the feeling of eren sliding his callused hand up your torso to twirl your sensitive nipples between the pads of his fingers. you were close. your moans became stuck as you grabbed his hair below you.
eren sensed you were close, causing him to pull away. "don't cum yet, not yet pretty."
next thing you know you were flat on your back, eren's head buried in your neck, rubbing his tip wet from your juices, against your swollen clit as you gripped onto your soft satin sheets to prepare yourself. the only light in the room comes from the moon shining through your balcony doors.
"erenn," you whined wanting nothing more at this point to feel every inch of him inside of you. the pleading of his name was all he needed to hear to slowly insert himself through you. a small "mmph" left your mouth, the way his dick spread open your entry caused you to tighten your eyes closed.
"look at me baby," he pleaded, lifting his head. your eyes welled up in pleasure as they met his, as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you sending a low groan from between his lips.
"ah-" you squealed out at the feeling of him completely filling you, your back arching up, eren catching you in a cradle.
"fuckkk y/n," eren moaned rocking his hips back in front into you. the pace was sweet and slow as if he was savoring every drop of the feeling of your walls hugging him. "you feel so good around me,"
his hair was no longer in a bun, his hair was now loose and astray and his pretty eyes filled with lust and infatuation. His right diamond earring glimmering from the moonlight. He placed his forehead against yours, placing a soft kiss against your cupid’s bow. the feeling of his silk soft brown hair brushing your cheeks with every thrust, curtaining your face made you feel as if you were slipping into a trance.
"Mmhm," you moaned sweetly. Your brain became foggier and foggier with every grunt and thrust. "fuck eren, you feel so good,"
"that's right pretty girl," he groaned. Your moans became more frantic once he lifted both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders making his tip tap on your cervix with every thrust, your stomach feeling full. “keep talkin’ to me,”
"too deep," you whimpered. "can't take it," your breathing labored with each moan as they got louder and louder.
"yes you can," eren reassured with a stern voice, moving one of his hands from the side of your face, to rub your puffy clit, pushing into you harder and harder. "show me what a good fucking girl you are,"
the pleasure was overwhelming. you were so close and the way eren was rolling his hips making sure to hit your g-spot was not helping in the slightest. "eren, ngh- i-i'm close!"
"ah-i know baby, i know," he said, sucking his teeth and moaning. "hold it for me a bit. i wanna cum with you,"
it was too much. your heart was nearly beating out of your chest, the feeling of your juices frothing around him while your knees were pressed into the mattress beside your head. your moans at this point could possibly be heard through the entire house. realizing this, you covered your mouth to moan into your hand, trying not to wake armin. eren didn't like this; so he snatched your hand from your mouth, trusting up into you.
"i wanna hear you," he grunted, leaning closer into you. you couldn't take it anymore. you were completely over-stimulated, on the verge of losing your mind, and he knew that. "mmm-so good for daddy, hm?"
you nodded frantically giving him the validation he so desperately craved from you. "erennnn," you screamed out. his grunts turned into hungry moans, sending you to squeeze your walls around him as he released into you. the feeling was so much for him that he need to completely pull you into a bear hug below him, making sure every last drop of cum filled you to the brim. you felt his length slowly throbbing inside of you as you both slowly came down from your highs. he dropped his head into your neck as he tried to get ahold of his breathing.
you both laid there for a moment as he laid gentle kisses on your jawline, before making his way to the bathroom, hoping not to run into your brother on the way there. coming back a minute later all cleaned up, he wiped you down with a warm clean washcloth, tossed it in the hamper, and nestled onto you again. you felt his beating heart against your chest as you played in his loose hair. you both laid there in other silence, before dozing off, the lavender tea downstairs well over steeped.
#aot fanfiction#aot smau#aot x black reader#eren x black reader#eren jaeger x reader#eren jeager#i love this man sm#eren x black y/n
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“Love Day”, a catradora fanfic
I was apprehensive about posting this, because it is a personal gift for @phosphoricbomb!
But here is Love Day which is a fic that I wrote in her dms from the very random brain thoughts in my head on February 14th.
It’s the first fic I’ve posted in many months and my silliest yet. Enjoy!
Adora was drinking a coca cola, her favourite drink, in the Bright Moon kitchen area. She was banned from the kitchen area, after her first and final attempts at cooking dinner for everyone. But nobody was around right now, so she could drink as much coke as she needed and feel only mildly guilty about it!
Suddenly, with a loud SPARK, a wild Glimmer appeared.
"ADORA!!"
Adora yelped and dropped her coca cola glass on the floor, spraying both her and Glimmer, who would've probably been pissed off if she wasn't already so stressed.
Glimmer grabbed her arms. "Adora... I NEED your help!!! I haven't figured out what I'm going to do for Bow on Love Day!!"
"Love Day?" said Adora. "What the hell is Love Day?"
Glimmer narrowed her eyes at Adora. "The annual Etherian holiday where you show the person most special to you that you appreciate them, through exchange of cards and gifts?"
"Aaaa???" Adora was suddenly panicking too. "Oh no, what? Is that today?"
"YES!!"
"But I haven't got anything for Catra! She's going to think I'm a terrible girlfriend and leave me forever!"
Glimmer shook Adora. "You can't be having a crisis about not getting anything, I'm having a crisis about not getting anything! Just get her... like... a squeaky toy, or your old hoodie! I need ideas for Bow!!!"
"Um. Get him, uhh.." Adora scratched her chin. "Get him a guitar pick or something."
"Musical instruments? Eh, maybe. Okay well you're shit out of luck, BYE ADORA!!!"
"WAIT NO GLIMMER YOU HAVE TO HELP ME TOO---"
And Glimmer teleported out of the room, leaving Adora alone, to figure out what to do for Catra!!!
Adora rushed through her own things to see if there was anything she could give to Catra.
Ahah - A SWORD!!
Wait no. Was Catra interested in swords? Or was that just something Adora was interested in.
But having a sword is the COOLEST thing ever.
Or was it only cool to Adora? Would Catra think Adora got a gift for herself? Well it was literally one of her own swords, so was it just a handaway? AaaaaaH!!! Why is this so hard!!!
Adora also looked through her old hoodies. Sure, Catra nuzzled up against them every time she got the opportunity. But was it really fair to give it as a Love Day gift? How all out were you supposed to go for this? In the Horde, sure, being given someone's old clothes was a dream come true!!! Catra wore Adora's old uniforms ALL the time. But these hoodies were ALREADY covered in Catra's fur, and Adora suspected that Catra preferred to steal her hoodies rather than actually own them.
Adora made her way back to the kitchen area, wondering if Catra would instead want to make food, when she bumped into Frosta and Sea Hawk!
Adora processed the scene in front of her. Sea Hawk was throwing coal into the oven, like he was trying to power a steam engine.
"More... MORE!!!" Frosta yelled. The oven was burning up a storm, the fire inside probably heating up way past its normal limits.
On top of it, Adora could see several chunks of large metal. They were being heated up by the gas burner.
"Uhhh.... what... is happening here?" she asked. "Are you, are you supposed to use it like that?"
Frosta laughed maniacally. "We are making GUNS!!!!"
"That's right", Sea Hawk replied cheerfully. "Frosta is helping me make a sniper rifle for sweet Mermista! She always wanted to be a secret assassin, and what better gift than to make her dreams come true!!"
"So is that why you're filling the oven with coal?" Adora asked.
"It's so that the fire on the stove burns HOT ENOUGH to MELT the METAL," said Sea Hawk, "so we can make the gun!"
"You do realise that the temperature of the bottom part doesn't... power the stove, right?"
"Hmm? That's nonsense", said Sea Hawk. "This is CLEARLY where the fuel goes--- Oh dear---"
The oven was starting to MELT from the inside, droplets of metal and paint pouring onto the floor, while the metal chunks at the top had barely heated up at all!
"YESSSSS" cried Frosta. "MORE FIRE!!!"
Adora, not wanting to get Super Banned from the kitchen, ran away before the fire alarm went off. There was no way any advice from Sea Hawk was going to help her make a gift from Catra, especially if they weren't actually able to make any guns for her.
Adora, starting to feel hopeless, wandered into the basement area. How was she going to explain things to Catra? "Sorry Catra, I found out Love Day existed like 5 minutes ago so I got you nothing, here's a hug!"?? She couldn't even make Catra some certified Fake Ration Biscuits now! She was CERTAIN that Catra was going to open another portal as soon as she realised Adora hadn't even thought to gift her anything.
She stepped on something--- and it YELPED, and scratched her leg! Actually no, it didn't scratch her leg, it deliberately drew a taser and gave her a quick zippity zap.
"Ouch!!"
She realised that what she had stepped on was a small robot kitten, which wandered away into the newly built Bright Moon Lab of Robots and Awesome Science, aka, BRIMOLRAS, which was a stupid name, but she wasn't going to argue with Entrapta.
Adora entered the lab, and saw Scorpia talking to Entrapta animatedly, while she focused intensely on something.
".....so she told me that I looked really pretty in the earrings, and I said 'Thanks, they belonged to my aunt!', and she said 'I hope I can meet your aunt one day', and I said 'That's too bad, because she was murdered by the Horde 30 years ago!!', and I don't know why but that really killed the mood, but anyway, that's why I wanted to give her some earrings too. They're awesome right?"
Scorpia held up the earrings, which were warped copper rings that had incredibly ameteur attempts at what appeared to be wooden scorpions attached to them. One of the scorpions appeared to have a blob on its head and was smiling happily in the way you'd see in a small child's drawing. The other had a spiky head, and was a bit larger, but unfortunately its tail appeared to have snapped off.
Entrapta raised an eyebrow, before smiling. "I think Perfuma will wear them every day :D"
Hmm. Maybe Entrapta and Scorpia could help Adora sort something out for Catra?
The robot cat meowed loudly, and the pair looked up at Adora.
"Hey," Adora started, "could I have help with--"
The cat meowed loudly again.
"Making a gift---"
MEOW!!!
"SHUSH, CHEESOID" said Entrapta. "Sorry Adora, she gets like this when she doesnt have Electrical Robo Snacks. Scorpia could you feed some to her?"
"Oh - Got it!!!" Scorpia replied, upright and happily grabbing a thing. It dispensed glowing smaller thingies which the robot cat preyed upon like it was starving to death. Scorpia cooed over it and patted its head, and the cat hissed at her. This didn't stop her gooey eyes at "Cheesoid".
Adora coughed. "Anyway---"
"Are you here because you need help making a gift for Catra for Love Day because you didn't know it existed until just now?" said Entrapta, hair hand pointing up and a smirk on her face.
Adora was stunned but only for a moment because she was used to this bullshit from Entrapta. "Okay, yes."
"That's okay," said Entrapta. "At least four other people have approached me today with the same issue! Thirteen minutes ago, I was helping Glimmer repaint her gift for Bow. Then she warned me not to help Sea Hawk make any guns! I haven't spoken to Sea Hawk yet but I'm 50/50 on whether I will help him make guns."
"I don't know what I can give her :(" said Adora. "I've known Catra for so long, but... we only got together, a couple of months ago." She sat down on a nearby table, shoving aside a couple of grenades to make room. "I want to make Catra feel important, like she is special to me. How can I do that if I won't even do anything on LOVE day of all things? And, maybe she'll be okay with it, but.... I won't be. I'm not fine with knowing I let her down." Adora sighed, and stared at the floor.
...A tendril of hair patted her on the head gently.
"There there!"
Then Adora dared to look up, teary eyed, and saw Scorpia staring straight into her soul with the most sappy, almost tearful expression!
"Ahh!!" Adora yelped. "Eye contact!!!"
She fell backwards off the chair, knocking over the grenades. Fortunately Entrapta caught them all, and had room to also catch Adora, pushing her back onto the table, where Scorpia gripped her arms determinedly.
"You care so much about Catra!!" Scorpia yelled. "I'm so... You're so sweet!!" She started bawling and hugged Adora very hard. "I'm so... I'm sorry, I just have so many feelings right now! I used to feel the same way, but you know her so much better than I do. You're made for each other Q_Q"
Scorpia continued crying, and Adora tried to resume breathing. Entrapta stopped what she was doing for a moment, rotating her chair and looking at them both.
"Maybe you can't think of anything to give Catra, because neither of you know what she likes yet?" she said. "I know that Scorpia and Hordak thought they hated kim chi stew, but the first time they tried it, they asked for it every night. Even with me cooking!"
Adora huffed, insofar as it was possible while being hug crushed. "We just... we've barely been able to do anything, I don't even know who I am anymore... I guess I'm still learning who Catra has become, what she likes."
"It's going to take a while", said Entrapta. "Fortunately, I ALREADY KNOW what Catra likes!!!"
Entrapta spinned on her chair and took out a couple of charts. Entrapta was able to maintain so many charts and make so many things in a short time that Adora was wondering if she was living in a parallel plane where time was slowed down.
"See, it says right here.... Catra likes the colours black and red, dangerous new weapons, and cuddling Adora. Underlined in three black lines. She REALLY LIKES cuddling Adora."
Adora blushed. "Wait does this mean a hug is a viable gift then?"
"After doing much research, I've concluded Love day is less about materials... and more about spending time with the people you care about!!! But a hug tends to be a free offering." Entrapta was rotating slowly on the chair and Adora tried to turn with her so she could see the chart, and was getting dizzy.
"Catra likes some material things, and some immaterial things. She loves Melog, who as a cat companion, is both cuddly AND a friend. But maybe she would like something that represents Adora directly, when Adora is not there? Or at least something to remind her of you."
This talk was starting to break Adora's brain. Cuddly, a friend, and would remind her of Adora..? She watched the robot cat purring on the floor, Entrapta patting it on the head once again. Its grumpy deeanour reminded her of Catra and Melog. The difference is, the cat wasn't very fluffy, and wasn't that down for cuddles--
"AHAH!!!" A flash of inspiration went through Adora. "I got it!!!" She pried her way out of Scorpia's arms using She ra strength. Scorpia sniffed and wiped her nose. "Alright Entrapta", Adora continued, "Can I borrow... uhh.... some material, some sewing needles, and any amount of fluff you might have?"
"Oh the sewing needles are over there next to the chainsaw", said Entrapta. "But I'm all out of fluff and material, you can steal it from Glimmer's secret pillow armory."
"Great, THANKS." Adora ran out of the room, and then back in again. "By the way is that thing you're working on for Hordak?"
Entrapta looked up from where she had started welding again. "For Hordak? Oh, no. This is my own power suit. I haven't got anything for---" She snapped the mask up. "WAIT!!! I forgot to finish Hordak's gift!!! I only have two hours!" She grabbed Scorpia. "Please help. If I don't get Hordak a gift for Love Day, he'll be so sad---"
Adora couldn't stay and hear Entrapta resolve her crisis, for she had work to do. She found Glimmer's secret Pillow Armory, which everyone stole pillows from regularly because they were the softest fluffiest pillows, and got to work!!!
Two hours later, everyone came together at dinner... which was a takeaway for Sea Hawk reasons... and began sharing their Love Day gifts.
Micah went first. He placed a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table, Angella's favourite. Castaspella and Glimmer hugged him.
It was silent for a while. Then Netossa launched something at Spinerella with her net!!!
Spinerella looked up and narrowed her eyes. "A code for Sea of Thieves? Really?"
"Hell yes, said Netossa. "We haven't played together since your Xbox Gold expired. Season 7 is SOOO much better Spinny, we're going to sink so many people!"
Bow coughed nervously, bringing out his gift for Glimmer. "I got you... a new cloak?"
It had a sparkly under layer like Glimmer's current cloak, but it was much warmer, with a fuzzy white collar sewed onto it. It was magnificient, the colours of the galaxy. Glimmer looked so... happy, almost tearfully, and teleported to Bow, hugging him instantly.
"Oh-- I got you something too!" she said bashfully. Then Glimmer pulled out.... a SHIELD!!! It was wrapped in a bow. And it had Bow's face printed on it with a wink, in his own art. That was probably the secret work Entrapta helped with but while Adora was autistic she still knew it was a bad idea to tell the world how last minute Glimmer's gift idea was.
"It's your SUPER HERO shield", said Glimmer. So... you're safe, while you're protecting people 🥺 ”
And then he kissed her on the top of the head, and she hugged him. Hey Tippen, I DO write Glimbow sometimes!
The gift giving continued. Swift Wind got a pair of sunglasses for Castaspella, which fit her well somehow. Adora didn't think they were dating but it wouldn't entirely surprise her.
Inexplicably, Sea Hawk gave Mermista a gun. It was a sniper rifle as promised. Mermista blushed, and looked away, muttering something before gifting Sea Hawk a small box, which he stared at with such wonder as he opened it. He didn't share what it was it with the group.
Scorpia gifted Perfuma the little earrings. Perfuma looked SO happy, but she didn't put them on. Then she gave Scorpia a medium sized box, which Scorpia opened.
"Wow..." she said, "This is so..." She took something out. "This is Scorpion Sensitive Soap... I thought it didn't exist anymore! And here are a pair of fuzzy gloves and one for my tail--" She took out the gloves and put them on immediately, even though it was really warm. Scorpia looked fuzzier than ever. "I.. You're the BEST, Perfuma!!"
And then the pair cried very loudly and everyone smiled, and talked a bit more loudly as things continued.
Hordak looked a bit downtrodden as Entrapta wasn't here yet, but she showed up suddenly, running around the corner. "I'M SORRY I'M LATE" she said, "I WAS STILL WORKING ON IT!!!"
And then she dropped a fucking engine onto the table. Hordak's eyes went wide.
"This..." he said, "This is the engine from my designs to upgrade the starship..."
"Yep!!" she grinned.
"But.. we thought we couldn't stabilize the plutonium crystals necessary for the catalyst..."
"All sorted!!!"
He stared at her, in disbelief, then pulled something out of his pocket.
Entrapta gasped. "Is that a data crystal?"
"I heard it's Etherian tradition to give your partners a part of yourself. This necklace... is a response to the one that you gave me long ago." (A/N: It was less than a year ago.)
Entrapta had an unreadable expression as she tried to plant the blue crystal in her chest, then remembered she didn't have a power suit on, and placed it around her neck.
"Wanted..."
They hugged, it was nice. Tipsy Adora thought it was very cute that Entrapta and Hordak seemed to have found someone who understands them.
Catra had been watching events unfold while seated next to Adora, and grabbed her hand, stroking softly. Adora was flustered, and nervous as hell, but now she realised it was time.
She turned around and faced Catra. And was stunned. She stared at Catra's beautiful face for about sixteen seconds before Catra stammered.
"Uh. Hi Adora!" she said, tail flicking and a smirk on her face, amused and intimidated by Adora's behaviour.
Adora blinked. "H... Hi Catra."
Glimmer rolled her eyes. "Disaster lesbians." Spinny and netossa nodded in agreement. Entrapta was counting the seconds, verbally, that it took for Adora to continue. Scorpia was holding her breath, which couldn't be healthy. Bow was just gazing with his Bow face like he was going to start crying and hugging everyone again, which is happening a lot in this fic, but that's what you get when you're gay and sappy and writing a valentines day crack fic for your girlfriend.
"Mm-hmm!" Adora coughed. "So. Catra. I... I've known you for a very long time... and we've changed a lot over the course of that time... and I guess..." Adora sighed. "I guess, I'm starting to realise, I'm still learning about you. And now we've escaped the Horde, now we have ROOM to enjoy life... I have such a hard time figuring out what it is you like, or what even I like! Which is scary... but at the sametime.... kind of exciting. "
Catra's eyes were dilated and her tail had moved around her legs. Adora continued.
"I think, I know enough about you.... to say that for whatever reason, you like me. And I like you. So I thought maybe you'd appreciate it if you had something, that made you think of me."
She blushed and revealed, from behind.... a golden retriever toy! Or at least, that is what it was supposed to be. Some parts of its fur were less fluffy than others and its eyes were mismatched, but they were blue buttons, with black and white dots pained on them. It was so very cuddly and kind of fat.
"I know it's not really useful like some other people's gifts... and you haven't asked for a cuddly toy... but I thought, you should know it's made with a lot of love."
Catra took the toy, and Adora waited for her reaction. She wondered if Catra was going to divorce her for such a shoddy gift, especially compared to Mermista's gun and Hordak's radioactive engine that he and Entrapta were now taking out of the room after much begging from Bow.
Catra laughed. She fucking laughed! But after a few seconds of wishing she was dead, Adora realised that Catra was crying. It was a happy laugh.
Catra gave adora a hug, kissed her on the cheek, and talked in her ear. "You dummy. Of course you don't know what I want. I never tell you!!!"
Catra drew away, while Adora was enchanted. Catra was smiling peacefully, but then realised she was surrouned by people, and was blushing and looking away a lot like Mermista, as she took out Adora's gift. It was wrapped in several pieces of newspaper and tape.
"Here", she said. "Take it before I change my mind."
Adora unwrapped the gift... it was...... A cuddly cat.
No, not just any cat - A Catra! It was a small cuddly Catra, on all fours with cartoonish proportions, like a very chibi Cat. Some parts of the fur were off colour - it seemed Glimmer's Pillow Armory had seen a lot of theft as of late - and it was slightly smaller than Adora's Adoretriever. But it was so funny.
Adora giggled, she couldn't help herself, and Catra smiled.
"I thought the exact same thing", said Catra. "Now I'm with you forever whether you like it or not."
She picked Adora up, then realised Adora was too heavy to pick up, so Adora picked her up instead, and they kissed and hugged.
Why did Catra always have to be so cute?
The end!
And this is the fanart I drew to accompany it :)
#she ra#spop#catradora#catra#adora#glimmer#bow#entrapta#hordak#scorpia#perfuma#mermista#sea hawk#my art#my fics#entrapdak#seamista#glimbow#scorfuma#spinerella#netossa#spinnetossa#too many tags#cheesoid
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An unanticipated letter
characters: childe/tartaglia x gn!reader
a/n: CHILDE MY BELOVED <333 HERE IS YOUR BIRTHDAY SPECIAL !! Deepest apologies to the people that read this an hour before release ㅠ ㅠ there were many errors/spelling mistakes because it was written last minute. I hope after fixing it, it turned out alright
warnings: one swear word and mentions of marriage? is the marriage part even a warning
inspired from his 2022 birthday letter and art, Not the exact scenario (but same idea) and reader is not the traveller/mc
word count: 640+. My birthday specials were supposed to be under 500 words but it seems that i love him a bit too much 😭 im sorry
You waited for your lover in your shared home, Deciding to wait till nighttime to give him with your gifts.
The gifts you prepared weren't much.
A homemade snezhnayan dinner (you spent time learning the recipes!)
a cake (you're still unsure if he's picky about cake flavors..)
matching bracelets (while buying it, you thought of out childish the idea was. hmph, blaming the harbinger and his love for this!)
your love(??? blaming him again for that.)
and something to remind him about the things he loves. You made sure to pick that item carefully, it was quite small because you wanted your lover to take it with him wherever he goes.
Not too long after, you hear the front door open as you lay down on your bed. "That must be him" You thought. Putting on your footwear, You welcome your lover home.
"Happy birthday, ajax!"
"Y/n! Thank you, i thought you forgot about it." He admitted, hugging you close
You pull away from the tight grip while helping him take off his jacket "How could i forget such an important day? Now before we eat, Whats that?" You say, turning your eyes to the bag he dropped by the doorstep.
"Ah, i was just about to bring it up. Since i had to get back to snezhnaya, i visited my family before going back here." He said, then turning around to get the bag "The items it contains are gifts they wanted me to bring to you- which includes a letter from my mom."
You wonder what she wrote this time. Another invitation to their home? No, you've already visited a few months ago. Something about your ajax? Could be a possibility. "A letter? Lemme see! While i read it, go freshen up. We're having dinner."
"No. I wanna see your reaction on spot." He pouts as he hands you the letter
You simply smile and take the envelope, Excited to see what she your future mother in law wrote.
Skimming through the writings, It initially seemed normal. Until a certain sentence caught your eye..
"-...But there is one topic i was also thinking about. When can i expect marriage between you and ajax? No rush of course!!! Just love eachother and keep yourself safe."
Reading it, you could feel your heart racing and your body heating up. That alone made childe laugh at you
"Hahahahaha! You wouldn't mind if i take a look right?"
"N-not at all." You answered, still flustered over his mother's question
He paused to scan the letter and find the sentence, a few seconds later a big shitty grin grew on his face
You knew he would react like that. Of course he would. Not that you dont mind though
"....Soon" he says, winking. He himself isnt sure if its a joke or not. Could be called a half joke, i guess.
Oh god. The heat is even worse. But you have to reply.. you can't leave him hanging. "Childe!!!"
࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚
Once things calmed down, the fatuu recieves his presents, blew his cake (thats saved for dessert) and sat down for dinner.
"The food tastes just like the ones at home! You're such a fast learner sweetheart" He praises
"I mean, its your day today. I should give you the best. Now, do you have anything to say about your trip back home?"
As expected, he did. He looked quite eager to tell you aswell. "Of course. Let me tell you what teucer's reaction was to his new toy you helped me picked out! Or would you like me to start with the really big fish i caught with anthon's help? Hmmmm.. so many stories."
"okay, okay, i'll be listening to anything." Honestly, You're willing to listen for as long as he'd like. Even if it's been hours, you can never get tired of how his eyes light up whenever he talks about his home.
#🍀▪︎genshin birthday specials#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#ajax x reader#genshin fluff#genshin fanfic#childe fluff#childe x y/n#childe x you#childe x gn reader#genshin fanfiction#genshin impact fanfics
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That's All She Wrote - Side Story
Party in the U.S.A. (Happy Birthday, James Diamond!) ~ 2.1k
“Roxy! Psst! Roxy!”
Had Kendall and Logan been any louder in their attempt to wake their assistant up from her peaceful slumber, she would have smacked them with one of the pillows from her makeshift couch-bed.
After pulling out of the latest venue Big Time Rush had played on their summer tour, she was especially tired - considering she hadn’t gone to bed until 1 a.m. after checking that all of the tech equipment had been properly labeled, stored, and secured before they started their trip across a few states to the next venue in Fairlea, West Virginia.
When she weakly opened her eyes at their incessant whispering and shaking of her shoulders, she spied the time, 3 a.m. blinking red on Logan’s watch.
“This better be important…” She grumbled as she sat up, gingerly wiping the sleep out of her eyes and wincing a bit when Kendall managed to flip the lights in the small lounge area of their shared bus on. “Is one of you dying?”
Confused, Logan cocked his head. “No.”
“Is one of you sick?”
“No.” The blond was quick to answer.
“Did one of you leave something crucial to the show at the last venue?”
Their chorus of, “No!” was more strained than she liked to hear, but she brushed it off anyway.
“Then it sounds like everything’s alright,” She spat, flopping back down onto the couch and closing her eyes. “Leave me alone.”
“Roxy…” Logan tried again, reaching out to shake her once more. “It’s September 4th.”
His assistant’s eyes shot open again, “Great! Thanks for the reminder. We’ll be in Fairlea in a few hours. Good night!”
This time, to try and drive her point home, the writer wiggled around so her back was facing her friends.
“September 4th is James’ birthday.”
This time, when Roxy opened her eyes and blinked a few times, she properly registered what Kendall had said. Slowly, she sat up again, glancing over her shoulder as she glared at her two friends.
“And neither if you told me this until today… Why?”
Both of them cast their eyes to the floor, becoming extremely interested in the faux wood the bottom of their bus was decorated with.
“Because you forgot,” She answered her own question aloud. “And now you don’t know what to do to fix it?”
Their nods were slow, quite nearly undetectable as their assistant stood and pushed past them, rummaging through their small pantry to try and find anything that might resemble desert they could present to him when they rolled into town.
“Okay, okay, I can work with this,” Roxy muttered to herself, pulling out a small sleeve of Oreos, some instant pudding mix, and the remainder of their gallon of milk in the fridge. “In the meantime, can the two of you put together a list of things we might need once we get to the venue? You know, party supplies, decorations, whatever…”
***
Confetti had been the very first thing Logan and Kendall had decided was crucial for the birthday celebration.
In theory, it wouldn’t have been hard to find if they were back home in Los Angeles, but since they were on a moving bus in the middle of nowhere, the three of them had to make do.
“What if we grab some of the confetti we shoot out at the end of the show?” Kendall suggested, nibbling on one of the Oreos he had stolen from Roxy before she was able to crush it up and add it to the pudding mix.
“That’s a great idea,” She sarcastically quipped. “Especially if you want to shoot him with an industrial-grade confetti cannon.”
Chin in hand, Logan nodded, “Yeah… We have a set amount that we shoot off every show. If we tried to pull some out of its packaging it’s just going to explode everywhere.”
“And then one show will be missing more confetti than others…” The frontman caught on, nodding.
“Exactly… And that stuff is stupid expensive…” Roxy trailed off, glancing at her friends before she noticed Kendall was intently staring at some of the books Logan had brought with him on the bolted-down coffee table.
Carefully, he picked up one of the colorful paperbacks at the top of the pile. “Logan… How many of these have you read?”
“All of them!” His friend eagerly replied, not clocking how Kendall’s gaze flickered to his assistant’s.
“Good… Good…” The other boy mused, before tossing it across the room to Roxy who had already grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors.
Logan watched it sail across the room, right into the writer’s open palm, and let out a cry of pain once he realized what she was planning on taking the scissors to.
Before he could make a move, Kendall launched out of his seat, trapped Logan in a headlock, and forced him to watch as his best friend began to cut up the different colored covers, collecting them into a large plastic bag to shower over their friend for later.
***
Logan finished his subsequent meltdown about an hour after the massacre and found Roxy in the middle of reworking the tune of “Happy Birthday” into a hard rock anthem to play on her guitar, while Kendall had stolen a Sharpie, some spare bungee chords, and the old tour itineraries Roxy had been saving to fashion into what looked like a large birthday banner.
When Roxy noticed he had finally left his bunk, she eagerly shoved the sheet music she had been writing on into his hands and sat him down at the table next to him.
“You know how every restaurant has its own version of the happy birthday song?” She asked, strumming absentmindedly on the strings of her guitar. When he nodded, she bounced up off her seat and headed to the front of the bus, “Great! Write one of our own, would ya? I’ve gotta make some calls to the venue and a local bakery.”
Songwriter-Assistant was typically an easy task for her to handle, but since she was running low on sleep, had already managed to make dessert, and had destroyed quite a bit of property, her creative juices weren’t flowing quite like normal.
At least, Henrietta, the bus driver was sharing similar sluggish feelings and easily handed her phone over to the eager girl.
In no time, Roxy had managed to contact a local Fairlea bakery and order both cupcakes and a large sheet cake to the venue to surprise James with once they arrived in a few hours.
She did feel bad about the rush order, but once she whipped out the company credit card from her mini backpack and paid the bill, it felt like the least Gustavo could do for one of the members of the band that was getting him back to the big time.
I’m sure he’ll understand… Roxy told herself, as she stared out the large, rectangular windows of the bus. The sun was beginning to rise, lighting up the horizon with a beautiful mix of reds, oranges, and yellows.
A perfect sunrise for a perfect boy on his less-than-perfect birthday.
***
In a flash, the show in Fairlea was nearly over.
Everything Roxy, Logan, and Kendall had planned for the beginning of the day had gone off without a hitch and they had successfully surprised James with their treats, banner, and part of the makeshift confetti.
Around 2 hours before the show started, James got a call from his mom and stepped out of the venue, which made for the perfect time for his friends to catch Carlos up on their plan for their on-stage surprise.
Roxy and Logan shared the song they had collaborated on, Kendall snuck both the cake and Oreo fluff salad into the mini-fridge in their green room, and Carlos even managed to catch Mick and Austin up to speed to make sure there was a gap in the setlist in which they could surprise James before the end of the show.
Just before the countdown for the last song was supposed to play on the crew's in-ear monitors, Roxy kicked one of the guitar pedals at her feet to stop the track and signaled to Carlos, Logan, and Kendall that it was time for their plan to be set in motion.
“Fairleaaaaaaa!” Carlos yelled into his mic, causing his assistant to wince just a bit at the sheer volume of it in her ears. “Is anyone celebrating something special tonight?”
Once the cheering from the crowd died down, Logan chimed in with his own, “An anniversary? A holiday?... Maybe even a birthday?”
Roxy knew this as her cue to begin to sneak off the stage to grab the cake she had ordered earlier - a nice marble cake with bright purple frosting that read “Happy Birthday, James! <3 Team BTR.”
Even though the rooms backstage were relatively soundproof, she could still hear Kendall’s speech through her in-ears.
“We’ve got someone on this stage celebrating a very special, 17th birthday!”
Roxy thought it was funny, the way they spoke on stage as opposed to how they spoke in real life. Every sentence ended with an upward inflection, almost egging the crowd to respond in a chorus of cheers, which was exactly what he got. The floors of the stadium practically shook under her feet as she balanced the cake in one hand and her bag of confetti in the other, all while trying to make it back to her mark in time for her next cue.
James, though he sounded a bit confused, laughed into his microphone, thanking both his friends and all of Fairlea for the warm wishes.
By the time Roxy reached Kelly and Gustavo on side stage, she sighed in relief as they stuck both a one and seven candle into the top of the heavy cake and lit it, allowing the assistant to hang tight for a few seconds as Carlos began to sing Logan’s version of the happy birthday song.
It was a bit nerve-wracking for the girl once she walked back out onto the stage, blowing right past her typical mark in the back with Mick and Austin, who were playing out a short melody to accompany the rest of the band jumping in to sing. When she emerged with the cake, candles, and all, she felt all eyes in the stadium flick to her, causing a loud cry of joy to emanate from the people they were playing for.
Gingerly she handed the cake off to Logan and the confetti the Kendall, and was finally able to pluck one of the guitar pics off her mic stand to jump in with her musical part to their own song while James just stood center stage, one bright spotlight on him, smiling from ear to ear.
When the band finished, he blew out his candles and crossed his fingers to make a wish, cheeks burning bright, cherry-red. It was then Kendall and Carlos grabbed two handfuls of confetti and threw it over his head, raining down over him in a beautiful, colorful shower.
Roxy took this to be the perfect time to start playing the traditional birthday song, and the crowd quickly caught on, everyone merrily singing “Happy Birthday” to the oldest member of Big Time Rush.
Though she thought at least one of her friends might take a handful of the cake and smash it into the birthday boy’s face, they likely refrained because they were in front of a large crowd. Instead, James gently took a fist-full - and Roxy realized she’d forgotten to order utensils - and nibbled a bit out of his palm before beaming once more toward the crowd.
And for a moment, it was nearly impossible for the writer to take her eyes off of him as she almost forgot how to breathe. He truly dazzled under the spotlight, dimples permanently carving into his cheeks as though his skin were made of marble.
She forgot about everything, the way he had been ignoring her, the ache striking her chest whenever she was near him, whatever issues the two of them desperately needed to work out, and watched as he raised the microphone to his lips, addressing the crowd. “Thanks, everyone!” And the stadium erupted into applause once more. “This has been the best birthday surprise I could have ever hoped for!”
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Passing a few Steps
This is the continuation of “One Step at a Time” but from the previous story Eric decided to skip the steps and just move on to the sentimental reunion.
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
After Jason heard the news from Eric, he was ecstatic; if he wasn’t so heavy and dead, he’d leap into the air or do back flips... Bad idea obviously. He wanted to look his best and pick up some things for his wife. Since Malon is sleeping over at Eric’s place to be with her mom, he can prepare something special without any distractions.
That is, until he remembered what Malon has told him; about not baking anything. That made Jason snapped his dead fingers, but that doesn’t bother him, he just wanted to be with the women of his life.
***
Just before dawn, Eric woke up to check on MJ, since she’s been sick lately and has been sniffling all night. He peeked inside to see MJ in a dark room with the blinds and curtains closed, almost makes it impossible to see her form, but he knows she’s there by how the big lump rises each time she breathes. “I hope you’ll make it until daylight.” Eric hoped to himself. He thought about making MJ her favorite breakfast; French Toast on French bread with chocolate chips and syrup, topped with whipped cream. There is no way MJ is going to say no to this breakfast.
After he was finished with the French toast, he took a tray with apple juice and took it into her room. “Hey, MJ... I brought in breakfast for you...” Eric whispered before placing the tray on her nightstand. “Is that French Toast?” MJ asked in a tired and sickly tone. “It sure is... I made it just for you... I’m worried that you’re not eating enough, so I thought I make something that you can’t refuse.” Eric explained. MJ sighed before she turns over. “I’ll try to eat, but my head hurts so much... Would you mind leave the room and close the door, so I can eat in the dark?” MJ requested. “I suppose, but at least let me open the blinds so you can have some light.” Eric said as he walked over towards the window to open the blinds. “Watch your eyes MJ.” Eric warned. MJ shield her eyes in pain before she opens them slowly. “Ow... My head...” MJ groaned. “Suck-it up MJ, it’s what you get for not eating or keeping your room dark.” Eric said before he left the room.
MJ did manage to eat all her breakfast, like Eric pointed out; it is her weakness when it comes to French Bread and chocolate. But after a few minutes, she started to feel sick and rushed over to the bathroom to hurl. Eric then realized that what he did was a huge mistake; he was only making sure that MJ doesn’t kill herself for not eating, but now he made her even more sick. He went over to MJ’s room to check on her. “MJ, I apologize for making you eat that, I’ll leave you alone and not disturb you.” Eric said before closing the door. MJ didn’t get a chance to respond, she wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but she’ll tell him later.
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It was like only 9:10 in the morning when Jason came over. Eric wasn’t even ready yet, and the girls are just getting up from their sleep in the living room. “Jason, I wasn’t expecting you to be this early; the girls are not even up yet, and MJ is feeling sick. I don’t know if MJ wanted to see you today...” Jason only stared at Eric for a moment to process on what he was saying, before he just walks in towards MJ’s room. “Jason, at least give me two hours--” Jason pulled out his machete and aimed it at Eric, just as he was going to stop him. “Alright, fine... But I swear, once you enter her room, she won’t want your company; trust me, she did not want me to see her either.” Eric warned.
If Jason could verbally talk back at Eric, he would; but since he can’t, he wrote a note for him on the remark he received. “...That’s because you’re not her husband...” Jason wrote. Before Eric had the chance to respond, he heard the door click shut.
Jason didn’t turn on the light, since he remembered that MJ had a headache. But he doesn’t need light to see his true satisfaction, and neither does she. He walked towards the bed she was laying on and gently placed the back of his hand onto her cheek. When MJ felt the cold clammy hand, she turned weakly towards the big shadow before her. “Jay... Is that you?” MJ asked groggily. Jason placed both hands on each side of her face and kissed her passionately. Which gave MJ the strength to kiss him back with her arms wrapped around him.
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Meanwhile, Eric thought of a plan for him and the kids, he was going to make the girls French Toast for breakfast, like he did for Malon’s mom, but he thought that it would be easier if he could just take the girls out to his bakery for breakfast, since his bakery sells loafs and muffins and stuff like that, and then he can take the girls out to Pizza Castle for lunch/dinner. Malon and Lily got up from their long nights sleep in their handmade tent, made with cushions and chairs, which was a disaster, since that night, one of the girls was rolling towards one of the bases of the chairs and caused the blankets and cushions to fall on top of them, so they slept on the couch. “Morning girls. I have a change of plan, I want you girls to go brush your teeth and get dressed, so I can take you girls out for breakfast, then later, I can take you girls over to Pizza Castle.” Eric planned. Malon and Lily were very excited, so they did as they were told.
Once the girls are done, they went over to Eric who was waiting by the door. “What about my mom, isn’t she coming?” Malon asked. “Actually, I decided to let her sleep in, so she’s going to watch the place while we’re gone. I left the note to let her know where we were.” Eric answered. Malon nodded as she understood and accepted his theory, so she went along with the plan to leave her mom behind for the day.
After Eric left with the girls, MJ and Jason were snuggling against each other like a cocoon. That is until MJ departed for a moment. “I’m sorry sweetie, but my head is really bothering me...” MJ groaned as she was trying to massage her head to relieve the pain, which lead to no avail. Jason hated to see his wife suffer in pain, so he thought of a treatment that Pennywise has shown him a little while back; it was meant to relieve stress, but it can also cure headaches and migraines. Jason made MJ sit on the floor while leaning back against the bed, then he rested his legs on each side of his wife and then starting massaging her head, like the way Pennywise does it with Star.
It’s been about five minutes until MJ started to relax her head. “Oh Jay, my headache is all gone... Thanks love...” MJ thanked with a sigh. Jason picked MJ up onto his lap to give her a kiss by the cheek. After that, he carried MJ to the living room to relax for a bit with a bit of sunlight. MJ could not help but smile the whole time, as she was being snuggled by Jason in his grasp, it felt like forever since they were apart, she never wanted to leave her husband’s side again, not for very long anyway.
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After a good while, MJ was finally in the mood to watch a movie from Disney+. “You know, us being apart, sort of reminded me of ‘Robin Hood’. Do you want to watch that with me?” MJ asked. Jason nodded, not only it’s because it would make her happy, but watching something that reminded her of themselves is what makes Jason enjoy the movie even more. This is going to be his first time watching ‘Robin Hood’, and so far, he’s enjoying the entertainment and songs, his favorite song in the movie is ‘Love', for the obvious reason.
Once the movie was over, all Jason wanted to do is snuggle with his lover and not let her go. But he has to. “I just needed to make a pit stop, I’ll be right back.” MJ said. Okay, so unless she needed to go to the bathroom, he’ll let her go for that, but for anything else, he ain’t letting her out of his sight; Jason chuckled silently to himself after thinking of the plans that he and her can do together while Eric and the girls are gone.
When MJ came back out from her bathroom break, she gasped in shock when she saw Jason wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. “Jason for goodness sake, put your clothes back on!” MJ ordered. Jason was going to, until he thought of teasing her. He walked towards her to give her a passionate kiss. But MJ knew that it’s wrong to go kinky when they’re not at their home. “Jason, please try to understand through my perspective; this isn’t our house, so we can’t go above and beyond when this wasn’t our house...” Jason tilted his head before stepping an inch closer, close enough to touch her face. “...Also, I don’t feel ready to have... uh... physical relations yet. I love you and all, but it felt weird, like as if we were first started dating... You know what I mean?” MJ explained. Jason then opened his eyes, realizing what she’s trying to say, so he decided to put his clothes back on and just give her a peck by the cheek and a gentle hug. “I love you Jay... I missed you so much.” MJ said in between hugs. Jason rubbed MJ’s back, as it were his response that he loves her too.
After the affection ended, they both went back to the Livingroom to watch another movie. This time, she’s letting Jason choose the next movie, and while he’s selecting, MJ spoke. “I might feel ready on the third night where you get to sleep over, we’ll be sharing the same bed anyway.” MJ said. Jason nodded with a smile. Even though they’re not together at their home, but as longs they’re together, he is home.
Possibly The End
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Noli Me Tangere
WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”
Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”
I wrote like the two first paragraphs while at work like a month ago, and then didn't touch it until today. Wow, past Fly, very useful of you! Well, at least, I had the idea on a silver plater. Skipping the brainstorming part was nice ngl.
It didn't mean I didn't struggle with it though lmao, because I did. For some reason, my brain's been somewhere else altogether today, so stringing thoughts interesting enough for this fic has been hard for no reason whatsoever. I hope tomorrow will go better!
Anyway, I love those two's relationship so much, man, I wish more people would write them more - especially platonically, there's little of that out there, sad.
For some reason, the quote prompt + "touch aversion" felt like such a Nitta combo to me, I had to slap him onto those prompts so bad. Maybe that's why I ended up sticking to my guns harder than I thought I would!
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Noli Me Tangere
Summary: Urabe knows something's up with his teammate, but he's still got to find out why - no matter what, because he's the captain and he intends on upholding that, thank you very much. Unfortunately, Nitta is just as stubborn as he is, and isn't about to let him see what's so ugly with him, apparently.
Fandom: Captain Tsubasa (it's canon-compliant too!)
Word Count: 1.5K words
AO3 version available here.
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Hanji has always tried to be a good senpai, he really has. And you know what? He really thinks he isn’t half-bad at that. He has the pseudo-big bro vibes that being one requires, for some reason (most likely his tenure as a captain, twice over) and he has a sense of responsibilities he carries to this day as a player, future tofu shop heir and national winner in his own right (kind of).
So why the hell does his junior refuse to talk to him about anything ever that isn’t bragging rights about his shooting ability?
Nitta’s always been a bit difficult to handle, to be honest. He always rushes ahead without thinking much and relies solely on being fast, good at what he does, and maybe his bonds with most of the team. He didn’t worry about it nearly enough when they were in middle school, but now that age has sobered the both of them, Hanji’s starting to grow somewhat concerned of the brazen attitude.
Maybe that’s what growing into a brother figure means. It’s starting to see untreated bruises on his junior’s arms and legs, risen cuts and dark rings not even exams could justify, and the barely contained urge to do something about it. He’s now regretting keep his instincts in check, because it’s not helped anything; damn, it may have made things worse, actually, right under his watch.
However, Nitta is the sort of guy you don’t ask about this sort of things. Not only is he not going to reply, he’s also just going to say “whatever” and continue as if having so many untreated small injuries wasn’t going to worry people. Even Nakazawa’s warm kindness and Nishimoto’s sharp eyes (not to mention the patience they both have) haven’t gotten him to open up about anything – well, at least, it means it’s not personal.
That’s the only silver lining with this situation that feels like a heavy balloon that’s slowly been swelling in the background, under their eyes yet still somewhat out of view. The lack of care hasn’t gotten any better, because of course it didn’t. Why would it have? If Nitta has issues with self-care or… worse, God forbid, then not doing anything about it wouldn’t change anything, let alone make things better.
Whatever, this was then and now is now, and Hanji’s tired of playing sitting duck with a guy who can’t even admit to feeling sick on a good day.
Today’s worse than what came before it because, to put it as bluntly as one could: Nitta looks like he shouldn’t be nowhere near a school. He didn’t look good earlier this week, swaying on his feet whenever he wasn’t leaning on anything, head heavy on his neck and a lot – and he means, a lot – of throat clearing. Even his running felt slow, sluggish even, and that should’ve been enough to cause a strategic meeting to know how to deal with the situation. (They didn’t end up doing anything).
Even now, he finds his old pal zoning out near the clubroom, sometimes coming in and out of there, all without any semblance of a reason why he’d do that. He decides now’s a better time than never – and corners his own friend in the clubroom, having entrusted Kishida and the managers to keep everyone else out. The guy must know something’s going on, considering the tension in his shoulders.
“Hey, Nitta, what’s wrong?” Hanji asks, as nonchalant as he usually comes.
“Leave me alone,” he spits back out almost immediately.
Maybe Hanji’s not a good actor, (he really isn’t, actually), but still…
“That’s a weird way to reply to that.”
“I’m fine. Leave me alone, Captain.”
The mere use of that name rings an alarming bell inside Hanji. How long ago was it when Nitta stopped calling him that, for obvious reasons?
“You’re sure about that? You’ve not been lookin’ good these past few days, man.” He stops for a moment, for once calculating a move (it doesn’t come naturally). “Everything’s fine at home?”
Now that he has time to look at him, it’s obvious Nitta isn’t fine: his skin’s ashen, his eyes are just unfocused enough for that to be creepy, and good God is everything about him slow and achy just to look at. It’s a wonder how he’s not in fucking bed. In fact, it’s almost amazing how Hanji has never seen someone want to lie down so badly yet refuse to do so this stubbornly. He really is stupid at times.
“Yeah, it’s all good,” Nitta finally replies after a long pause. “Why?”
Hanji steps forward, but he gets greeted by a step backward. No dice, no surprise.
“You don’t look like it, honestly. If you’re sick, you should be at home, Nitta. Not here practicing.”
“I’m fine, I tell you!” He proceeds to cough, very harshly, into his fist.
“You don’t sound like it either.” Hanji puffs his chest in hopes that a leader will be more convincing. “Just… This isn’t against you, y’know. I’m just worried.”
He tries to once more get closer, and when he does, he uses a moment of lull in Nitta’s reflexes to try and make sure he doesn’t have a fever – but he ducks under and, back against the wall, glares right at him with nothing short of feral eyes.
“Don’t touch me!!” He screeches, once again devolving in coughing.
It’s bad, really bad; and the fact Hanji gets to rub his back as the fit drags on is nothing short of a sign nothing’s right.
“Are you okay?” He asks as soon as it ends.
Nitta actually has to take a moment to recover his breath, and when it does, it’s taken him a visible amount of effort. Poor guy’s spent.
“Kinda,” he answers with a voice much hoarser than before. “Okay, maybe I don’t. I feel like shit, senpai.”
Hanji gets his hands further, as he no longer needs to cross a boundary.
“Why would you to class in such a state anyway?”
His junior’s gaze suddenly sharpens, as if turned on.
“I need to show everyone I’m reliable, and a reliable player’s always here for the team,” he replies without delay.
It explains a lot, considering how stubborn and adamant on being a good successor Nitta has always been. The sentiment, on the other hand, and quite hypocritically so on his end, is scary. If he can put an end to it before it turns into the shitshows guys like Tsubasa, Misaki and… well, Hanji himself, he realizes. Goddammit, he’s been a terrible role model all along, hasn’t he?
“I admire the sentiment, really, but it doesn’t really work that way. You’re just a burden when you’re sick.” Shit phrasing. “Uh, what I mean to say is, when you’re sick, all you need to do is to rest and not worry about the team. That’s what being responsible and reliable also is, you need to know your limits. You catch me?”
“I getcha, yeah.”
There’s actual relief on Nitta’s shoulders, who’ve dropped far lower than before, and his entire posture has relaxed immensely – which is a relief to Hanji as well, of course.
Still, and unfortunately, there’s… one last question he needs to ask, before he can let his friend go and get the rest he deserves.
“Also, your parents let you go to school in that state?”
“They’re, uh… they’re not at home right now,” Nitta replies with too low of a voice, closer to a confession than anything else.
Oh, fuck, right. His parents are always on the move. How did he forget that?
“What the…? Do you need a place to crash at? My pop and mom wouldn’t mind.”
“N-no, it’s fine…” He sighs. “Actually, I… dunno. I just wanna sleep…”
The boundary’s been set, Hanji, don’t breach it again. Even if it’s tempting.
“Do you want a place to sleep, then?”
“Maybe… Shit, I… just dunno, man…”
Nitta rubs his eyes before coughing again, which means it’s time for a good, final decision; and Hanji knows just want to do, even if it won’t please his reluctant comrade, it’ll have to do. It’s the right thing for him, after all.
“Okay, now that we’ve gotten that over with, I’m asking Sugimoto to drop you at the infirmary and—”
“Captain, no, I—”
“—and you won’t put up a fight. You’re doing bad as is.”
Nitta deflates, the sickly red hue of his cheeks growing just slightly brighter.
“Unless you want another escort?”
“N-no, Sugimoto’s… fine, I guess,” he gulps, eyes darting aside. “I just don’t wanna… go there.”
An endeared sigh escapes him. Aw…
“Nobody wants to see the infirmary, Nitta. It’s just for your own good, y’know?”
“Yeah, I know, I know…”
“I’m sorry, Urabe, I’m… I’m s’pposed to know better, right?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just don’t come back here until you’re healthy enough again.”
“Gotcha.”
Slowly, without a single touch, he walks his junior out of the clubroom and, soon enough, in the trusted hands of their youngest manager.
For some reason, he has the feeling this isn’t going to go as smoothly as he wishes it would…
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Benrey knew about bouquets theoretically.
They were what the winners got in some sports games, and they were bought by sitcom boyfriends when they’d fucked up with their girlfriends. They were bundles of flowers that held some kind of meaning that was really beyond Benrey.
The thing was, he never saw one in person until months after they’d all made it out of Black Mesa. They were all at the Boomer household, throwing them an anniversary party. No one was quite sure if it was their one year anniversary or fiftieth anniversary -- neither of them would give anyone a clear answer -- but Bubby had presented his husband with an enormous bouquet of flowers, trying and failing to appear like anything but a sappy fool.
Benrey was fascinated by it.
Xen didn’t have flowers. There were plant-adjacent things, sure, but most of them tried to stab passersby or emitted poisonous gasses. Benrey was sitting on a barstool next to the bouquet in its vase on the countertop, and he had yet to be stabbed by the dethorned roses, and the sprigs of lavender didn’t emit anything except a soothing scent that reminded him of the hand lotion Gordon wouldn’t let him eat. He gently ran his fingers over the layers of carnation petals while Coomer spoke beside him.
“-language of flowers was introduced to England in the early 18th century by Mary Wortley, Lady Montague, whose husband was Ambassador to Turkey. By the Victorian era, almost every-”
“Flowers have a language?” Benrey said, looking up and zoning back into the Wikipedia infodump.
“Yes!” Dr. Coomer informed him brightly. “Floriography (language of flowers) is a means of cryptological communication through the use or arrangement of flowers. Meaning has been attributed to flowers for thousands of years, and some form of floriography has been practiced in traditional cultures throughout Europe, Asia, and Africa. In Western culture, William Shakespeare ascribed emblematic meanings to flowers, especially in Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. Similarly, in a scene in his Henry VI, Part 1, English noblemen pick either red or white roses to symbolize their allegiance to the Houses-”
“So different colors have different meanings? Like, uh. Like Sweet Voice?”
“Yeah!” Tommy answered him this time, Dr. Coomer too busy telling the rest of them about Victorian flower meanings. “And- And each kind of flower has a different meaning too. It’s like a whole language!”
Benrey stared at the bundle of flowers in front of him. He sang out a Sweet Voice note the exact shade of one of the scabiosas and smiled.
He didn’t tell anyone his plan when he started. Something told him that would ruin it somehow. It felt more meaningful to have it be a surprise. He did his research in private. Wikipedia may be gone, but there were still plenty of websites eager to inform him of all the strange meanings Victorians applied to flowers. (What the hell was “assiduous to please” supposed to mean?) He stayed up after Tommy and Gordon had gone to bed, and sang notes of Sweet Voice as softly as he could, searching for the right correlations between flowers and Sweet Voice colors.
A bouquet arrived on Bubby and Coomer’s doorstep first. Cheerful American starworts and chrysanthemums wrapped in convolvulus, accompanied by sprigs of larch and black poplar. (White like sagebud to misty golden, you’re a bold one. Morning glory, I’m glad you got through this story. Black poplar to yellow larch, I’ll follow where you charge.) Bubby was wildly confused by its appearance, but the next time he saw them, Coomer took Benrey under his arm and gave him a noogie that would’ve drilled a hole into anyone else’s skull.
Gordon and Tommy’s came next, and Benrey made sure they arrived at the same time. Gordon was the one to find them, having opened the door to two bouquets addressed to the two of them. “Uh, Tommy?” He called out over his shoulder, picking up his bouquet and examining it. Bright Peruvian heliotropes peered out from between hundred-leaved roses and pencil-leaved geraniums, all surrounded by southernwood and Irish ivy. (Purple as heliotrope, you give me hope. Geranium to rosy pink, I’ll love you forever, I think. Green as ivy and southernwood, for you, I’ll be good.) “Do you know anything about this?”
“No,” Tommy said, walking up behind him and peering over his shoulder. When Gordon stepped aside for him, he scooped up his bouquet too. His was entirely made of flowers, a bright splash of color: the warm colors of the red periwinkles and scarlet lychnis offset by the American cowslips and traveller’s joys. (Scarlet, with you, my worries I forget. Purple like cowslip, I think you’re smart as a whip. White, you make my life bright.) “Benrey, do you- did you do this?”
“Nah, man.” Benrey shrugged, hands in his pockets. “Y’all must have, uh. Some kinda secret admirer, or something.”
Tommy stared at him for a long moment, and Benrey could swear he saw the wheels turning in Tommy’s head, but if he was going to say anything, he was distracted by Gordon ushering them into the kitchen to find vases.
He was hunched over his laptop that night again, trying to figure out if he could feasibly make a tiny arrangement of sorrel, bearded crepis, and juniper to put on Joshua’s bedside table (Green to juniper blue, I’ll protect you. Yellow, I’m proud of this tiny fellow) without Gordon accusing him for bringing weeds in the house, when a voice broke the relative silence of the living room.
“Ben?” Gordon said groggily. Benrey jumped in his seat and sang out a string of surprised teal. “You’ve been coming to bed late like every night this week, what’s up.”
“Uh, nothing. Just… browsing. Making deals on… eBay.” Benrey bluffed. Gordon squinted at him, clearly not believing the lie, then glanced at the laptop screen.
“Are those flowers?”
“...What are flowers.”
Gordon snorted and draped himself over the back of the couch. “I fucking knew it. You’re not sneaky, dude.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What are flowers.”
Gordon flicked the side of his head. “Why were you keeping the bouquet thing a secret?”
“I dunno.” Benrey looked away, embarrassed. “Thought it’d be a fun surprise.”
Gordon chuckled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I never expected you to be the sentimental type.”
“Didja like them, though?” Benrey looked up, hopeful.
“Obviously. I put them on the kitchen table, they’re beautiful.” Gordon straightened up and reached for Benrey’s hands. “Now c’mon, Gordon want cuddles.”
“Gordon want cuddles? Cuddles from Benrey?” Benrey teased, taking Gordon’s hands and standing. “What about Tommy?”
“Tommy also want cuddles. He’s the one who told me to go get you.” Gordon said, pulling him up the stairs to their room. “Also, he figured out the flower meanings. Why the hell is there a plant for bantering?”
“The Victorias knew banter is important to any relationship, man. It’s like you don’t even understand enemies-to-lovers, smh.”
“Stop saying abbreviations out loud.” Gordon laughed, shoving him into bed, where Tommy sleepily grabbed him.
The following afternoon, Benrey found a vase of roses addressed to him, alongside several seed packets.
#hlvrai#frenreylatta#benrey#I'm not gonna tag the others bc they're barely in it but they're all there#my writing#okay to reblog#I wrote this in a rush today because the idea would not leave me alone!!!!!#shoutout to people who regularly come up with sweet voice rhymes bc that was HARD#most of these are a stretch but I wanted to make them work with the flowers#the flower meanings come from a flower language book I have and the meanings are as follows:#american starworts: cheerfulness in old age#chrysanthemum: cheerfulness under adversity#convolvulus: bonds#larch: boldness#black poplar: courage#peruvian heliotropes: devotion#hundred-leaved roses: dignity of mind#pencil-leaved geraniums: genius#southernwood: banter#irish ivy: clinging affection#red periwinkles: early friendship#scarlet lychnis: sunbeaming eyes#american cowslip: divine beauty#traveller's joy: safety#sorrel: parental affection#bearded crepis: protection#juniper: protection#I did not proofread this whatsoever hope y'all like it
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ophichius/body switch soulmate au +xiao or childe pretty please? for xiao it can be like, when the body switch happens the reader feels the burden of the karmic debt so xiao starts taking care of himself/leaving instructions on what to do just so his soulmate doesn't have to suffer as much. reader is the traveler, in inazuma and xiao just quietly appreciated being free from karmic debt even for a day, and appreciating inazuma's beautiful sights whilst reader is just. in wangshuu inn. suffering
delicate (hc scenario)
penpal: bless you for such an incredible idea ! hope you like this along with your other request on childe <<3
prompt: ophiuchus the snake, body-switch soulmate au
pairing/s: xiao x gn!traveler!reader
sypnosis: hc on how you and xiao went through the whole day in each other's body.
includes: reader is not aether/lumine and is a random traveler (sorry to anon if you meant by reader being aether/lumine), reader suffering cuz of karmic debt, mentions of physical pain, mentions of violence, pure fluff
the moment xiao opens his eyes from his quick nap, the first thing he sees is the view of narukami island.
the yaksha was alerted at first, wondering how he came from hunting around dihua marsh for demons to sitting down beneath a tree with a new environment he hasn’t been in before.
it wasn’t until he realized he’s in a different outfit and different body that he found out that today’s the special day.
he hopes you aren’t in too much pain.
he observes his surroundings for a moment, then his eyes moved down to his appearance, only to see an outfit that is deemed fit for a traveler. his soulmate is a traveler in inazuma?
now that the yaksha thinks about it, he has heard the unfortunate fate the people of inazuma has to go through with the new rules that the current archon has set up, with her soldiers taking away people's visions, discrimination against outlanders, and the borders being closed around the nation.
xiao immediately checks around his– or rather his soulmate's– body to see if they have a vision, feeling relieved when he felt the familiar form of a vision hidden underneath his clothing.
all he needs to do is hide the vision and not go to the city, where he's sure a lot of vision hunters will be found.
this shouldn't be too hard, right?
meanwhile, you're currently writhing in pain in your soulmate's body, confused with what's happening to you– or rather, your soulmate's body.
you honestly had never such intense pain until now, how the hell does your soulmate deal with this? did he get a rare illness?
you couldn't think straight, your mind throbbing in pain as your body continued to ache and ache with voices running in your he–
"xiao? are you okay?" you shakily look up at the woman, who was staring at you with a concerned look on her face.
before you could try to let out a word, you immediately dropped on the floor, gasping out from the continuous pain. when does it ever stop? you rather go back to inazuma and suffer their new regulations instead of going through this pain–
"you're not xiao, are you?" she asks, causing you to nod profusely in response as you clench your fists together, closing your eyes shut whilst ignoring the woman, who was busy looking for something in her clothing.
"here." you open your eyes to see her handing you what looked like a pill. as if the woman read your mind, she quickly clarified what the pill is. "it's a painkiller. your uh, soulmate gave it to me and told me to give it to you in case you two swit–"
without letting the woman continue, you immediately snatched the pill from her and swallow it whole.
it took what felt like more than 20 minutes for the pain to finally subside, causing you to finally sigh in relief. although the pain was still there, it surely wasn't as painful and unbearable as before.
by the time you calmed yourself down, you slowly stood up from the cold floor and look at the woman gratefully. "you have my thanks, miss...?"
"verr goldet," she responds with a gentle smile. "i'm the owner of this inn. if there's anyone you should thank for, it's definitely your soulmate. you would've suffered the whole period of your body swap if it weren't for his thoughtfulness."
you nodded in understanding. "i see.. but i still am grateful for you stepping in."
"it's no problem, though i'm sure you're starving right now, would you like to eat?"
"yes please."
unlike what you recently went through in xiao's body, xiao was having perhaps one of the most peaceful time he has ever experienced. after all, when will he find an opportunity to not suffer from his karmic debt in this lifetime?
although killing the opponents who came in his way was a hassle, he still found his time enjoyable– with the exception of his mind thinking a lot about your wellbeing in his body. surely verr goldet must've given you the painmeds, right?
besides that, you must've seen the instructions he left for you– but what if you didn't see it and had to go through so much pain later on?
"please be okay." he mumbled under his breath, letting out a worried sigh and continued walking around the land.
unnoticed by the yaksha, you were indeed okay.
"i can see why my soulmate would love these," you commented to verr as you take more bites of the sweet dessert. "what does he do daily?"
verr lets out a nervous laugh. "to be honest, i don't really know what else he does other than hunting demons around the nation. though, you don't have to worry about doing it since xiao insisted that you can spend the whole day here instead."
"oh..." you look down at your plate with a deep frown. what if there's a demon that's hurting people and you couldn't do anything about it?
before you could ask verr, she immediately looks up at where the reception area is. "i have to go now. if you want to know anything, i recall xiao telling me to tell you to look at the instructions in your pocket. i'll be back!" she said before rushing upstairs to tend to one of the visitors, leaving you alone with your food.
you searched for the pocket around your pants, pulling out the piece of paper and read the list.
"should the pain meds run out, please visit a man named zhongli in liyue harbor."
"don't try to hunt for demons unless you want to experience more pain to endure."
"please come to verr goldet if you need something or require food. almond tofu is the only thing i can stomache, unfortunately."
"do not come to public areas if you have no reason to go there. karmic debt– the pain you're going through right now– can be affective to others."
the rest was all more rules for you to read and you're honestly thankful for xiao to write all of this for your sake, now regretting that you didn't do the same for him. what if he isn't aware of what's happening to inazuma?
you take another bite of almond tofu, silently hoping that xiao is doing okay back in your homeland.
to tell you the truth, xiao's definitely doing alright.
the yaksha had never went out of liyue for a very long time until now. sure, he could admit that nothing can beat the beautiful views that liyue can offer but inazuma is a sight to see.
everywhere he went, he found himself being fascinated by everything in this land, looking through ruins and staring at flowers that he himself hasn't seen in all of his life.
not to mention the fact that the mobs that lurks around the areas are different than the ones in liyue.
he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of getting you out of the nation and come to liyue harbor, but he knew it wasn't up to him to decide on that. if it weren't for his duty in protecting liyue, xiao would've wanted to try and go to inazuma just to keep you safe, but what if you dislike him after everything you went through in his body? what if you didn't like him because he's immortal–
"they won't think such thing." he mumbled to himself, still slightly taken back by the sound of your voice coming out from his mouth as he sat down in an abandoned adventurer camp he spotted, looking forward to try out foods that he can make with the ingredients he found in your inventory.
as the day went by, you spent there in wangshu inn, writing a letter for xiao to read by the time the body switch is over along with visiting the man who can provide you more pain meds. xiao on the other hand spent time adventuring around inazuma trying to not get caught by vision hunters, enjoying his time without karmic debt.
by the end of the day, as the moon rises, the both of you finally found yourselves back in your bodies– with you sighing in relief that you've already finished writing the letter and not having to be in pain again whilst xiao was happy to be back in his homeland.
you then noticed you're in watatsumi island, your home being not too far away from where you're standing, causing you to smile. who knew xiao unknowingly took you back to where you've been heading to?
xiao on the other hand, was sitting on the rooftop of wangshu inn, reading the letter you left with his heart pounding at the words you wrote just for his eyes.
his shoulders instantly relaxes when he reads that you were okay throughout the day–
his mouth twitches upward when he reads the last words you wrote.
"once i come to liyue harbor and escape from inazuma, i wish to meet you and enjoy almond tofus with you."
#seriously anon bless u for this idea <<3#xiao x reader#xiao x you#xiao x y/n#xiao genshin x reader#xiao imagines#xiao headcanons#xiao genshin impact#genshin xiao#genshin xiao x reader#genshin x reader soulmate au#xiao hcs#xiao scenarios#genshin headcanons#genshin impact fanfiction#genshin x reader hcs#genshin x reader#genshin x reader fluff#genshin fluff#xiao soulmate au#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x reader soulmate au#xiao x gn reader#xiao#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x gn reader#genshin impact hcs#genshin hcs#genshin#xiao fluff
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Prompt: Hey, prompt idea! I would love some roman angst where after POF he stops talking and the other assume that he's mad at them when in reality he is unable to speak. As a selective mute myself, I would love to read a fic like this! - anon
it's been a while since I've posted fresh Roman angst and WOW did this jump out at me and go hey do you wanna project really really hard onto a character?
Read on Ao3
Warnings: Roman is nonverbal for a lot of this story and some of the things he does when he’s upset by that are self-destructive, nothing explicit
Pairings: the found family kick aint stopping
Word Count: 4128
He didn’t do it on purpose. He swears, he—he didn’t do it on purpose.
He just couldn’t talk.
It—it hurt, of…of course, it hurt to—to see the fallout of his bad decision explode with such…disastrous consequences. It hurt to see Patton so upset and confused because everyone was expecting him to have answers that he didn’t and—and Roman will take the blame for that, that’s his fault. And it hurt to see Logan so upset even when he was just there in his lowdowns and he—he didn’t have to be so cruel to Logan, that’s his fault too. And it—
…it hurt to see that he really is just as awful as Remus, even if J—
No. It doesn’t matter.
Roman messed up. Really, really bad. And he’ll take the blame for that, he will, he—he knows he hasn’t been the best at accepting the blame in the past, but…he’ll take this one.
But he didn’t do this on purpose.
Roman doesn’t know whether it’s because he’s Creativity, or whether he’s the Ego, or what, but sometimes he just…can’t speak. Sometimes his words machine will just…stop working and he won’t be able to speak. He can normally still write or text, and he can understand when others talk, he just can’t say anything.
The others don’t know, at least he’s never told them. He doesn’t want to be a bother—or have them start to make fun of him when he can’t defend himself—so he normally makes his writing days the ones where he can’t speak out loud. It’s a good way to make sure no one’s worried about why he’s shut up in his room all day or why he’s not speaking much at dinner. Plus, what kind of a prince would he be if he couldn’t talk?
Don’t worry, he knows he’s not a prince.
But the others like Prince Roman. Or rather, they like the narrative function that Prince Roman fulfills. So he does his best to make sure they…get that.
But he didn’t mean for it to happen, not like this.
He…he knows he messed up after the wedding. He sunk out and made it to his room and fell to his knees, hurt from everything and then some. The bruises hadn’t shown through his costume or gotten too far down his sleeves, but he—he still felt them. He tried to get up and make it to the shower to just wash off the day—the week—the month but getting his arms up to peel away the costume left him panting and he just wanted to curl up and sleep until everything stopped hurting.
He managed to get himself into the shower and felt his tongue become lead in his mouth.
He cleared his throat to try and make a noise but all that escaped was a soft rush of air.
It…hurt.
It wasn’t gone by morning. Most of the time he can sleep it off or—or if he just gives it some time he’ll—he’ll be fine but it wasn’t gone. His tongue lay there, useless, and he couldn’t say a word.
That was okay, though, he could—he could make this a writing day. He wouldn’t dare touch anything he wanted to make for Thomas, his hands would shake too much and he—he doesn’t know what Thomas wants anymore so he wouldn’t get it right even if he could try.
No, no, he could…he could write things for him today.
Not as a reward for his atrocious behavior, not anything that would be read by anyone else or be useful in any way, but just to…to get some of the worst bits of him out so he wasn’t absolutely abominable when the others wanted him again. Yes, today he could…write.
‘Writing,’ what an interesting word for being willing to sit and bleed for others to see.
Roman’s words don’t so much as pour out of him as much as he sets his fingers on his keys and then can’t control his typing. He just—it hurt and he knows that no one else would want to hear about his hurt so he pours them out into the blank spaces in the white page and tries to imagine that maybe, maybe, someone would read them and see how badly it hurt and pull him close and tell him that everything would be okay.
If maybe, if he wrote a story good enough, if he made it hurt enough, someone would care.
He sits there and pours into the blank document until it’s panting and weary from the torrent of words, until his hands ache and the tips of his fingers are worn warm and raw from the click-click-click of the keys. Until the hurt he feels gathers up into a small, dark well just under his tongue, right in the bottom of his jaw, itching and screaming to get out. It leaks out down his arms, making the inside of his wrists tingle as he types.
No one will read this, no one will see it. These words won’t see the light of day anytime soon.
And Roman’s tongue is still made of lead.
He takes his words and lets them tumble clumsily out of his hands, trying in vain to scoop them up and shove them out of his mouth instead but his tongue won’t cooperate. He knows he can’t talk, that he can’t force it, that trying to make it happen will only lead to more pain.
But he wants to try.
When his words aren’t back by the next day, he swallows what’s left of his pride, which isn’t much, and goes out to face the others.
He finds Patton first. Patton doesn’t acknowledge him, so he sits politely down on the couch with a notebook and waits, trying to see if his words will come out through the pen instead of his tongue. But Patton doesn’t talk to him unless he’s asking if Roman wants a drink and well, Roman doesn’t—doesn’t need words for that.
Patton looks so disappointed in him.
He wants to try. He wants to open his mouth and tell Patton he’s sorry. Sorry for everything. He wants to. He wants to.
He opens his mouth and his tongue deflates, useless, just enough for him to sigh and hunch his shoulders in defeat.
He doesn’t want to disappoint Patton, he wasn’t trying to disappoint Patton, he wants to apologize and be better, but he can’t.
Perhaps that is the true disappointment.
Logan is next to appear because Logan is Logan and Roman loves him and Logan always gets his cup of coffee in the morning before breakfast. He walks down the stairs and also does not look at Roman which is fine because that is what Roman deserves but he wants to try.
He opens his mouth to call out to Logan or Patton but his tongue is so heavy and he can’t. He can’t speak. He should be able to speak, he should be able to say something to Logan, he should be able to tell him how sorry he is but he can’t and he’s useless.
His pen stands frozen on the notebook pages, leaving a big, dark, useless well of ink.
Logan sits down on the couch with a book and his coffee. He doesn’t look up at Roman. Roman stares at him, pleading, hoping that Logan will look up and meet his gaze, and maybe, just maybe, he can see how sorry Roman is and it will—something will be better.
“Don’t stare at me, Roman, it’s rude.”
Roman’s cheeks burn as he looks away. Logan didn’t move his eyes from the book once.
He picks up the pen and watches it drip onto the page. The pages are wet, now, so much so that when he tries to pull them apart they stick together, the lines threatening to tear as he tries to separate them.
He leaves them be.
The next few hours are spent in a loop of trying to open his mouth to say something and only a soft rush of air escaping. He tries to hold it behind his hand and say please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so awful, I’ll be better, I promise, but the words won’t come. His tongue is taunting him, he decides, by pressing insistently up against the back of his teeth until he has to open his mouth only for it to refuse to produce words.
He wants Logan to explain to him that talking works for him too. That the vocal chords and the muscles of the throat moving together build up pressure behind the larynx, which then chops up the stream of air to produce a steady oscillation for a sustained sound. He wants Logan to say it in that voice of his that makes it so everything makes sense so of course, Roman, you can speak, it’s okay. Everything is okay.
But Logan would never say that, not to Roman, because Roman’s words aren’t worth Logan’s time.
When Virgil comes downstairs, he tries. He really tries. He opens his mouth and everything and takes a deep breath and—
Virgil marches straight over to Logan and sits down, his head on Logan’s shoulder and the two of them could not be paying any less attention to Roman.
The wind gets knocked out of him. His mouth falters closed. He tries to open it away but his jaws are stiff and gummy, his teeth aching in his mouth as he tries to just talk. He just wants to say something, he just wants to apologize, he just waits to be sorry and have them all know he’s sorry, he’s so sorry, but they won’t know because he doesn’t have words.
The words he wants to say are queuing up at the back of his throat, weighing his mouth down and he wants to say them, but he—he—he can’t. He wants to tell Virgil that he’s sorry he’s been the worst friend ever, that he’s sorry he’s so awful to their famILY, that he’ll go away and leave them all alone if that’s what they want but he can’t say a damn word of it out loud and he’s going to cry.
But he can’t because crying isn’t words and the only thing the others want from him is words.
If Virgil notices him trying, which he probably doesn’t, he’s kind enough not to say anything.
Roman is terrified when Remus comes.
Because Remus is loud and loves nothing more than to make Roman’s life harder. If Remus knew he was nonverbal right now, his best bet would be to leave as quickly as possible because he—
Wait, no.
If Roman wanted it to be best for him, he would leave as fast as possible. But Roman doesn’t know anything anymore so he doesn’t move.
Remus, as it turns out, doesn’t care about Roman—which, why would he?—and instead flops proudly onto the floor and begins to talk animatedly with Logan about something.
Roman wants to say sorry. Sorry that he’s never done anything right when it comes to Remus, sorry that he thinks being compared to him is the worst thing possible, sorry that he’s Roman and Remus is stuck with him.
But his tongue is lifeless.
So he is quiet, flipping aimlessly through his notebook, looking for something to give his words back.
Was he selfish yesterday? Did he use all of them up on something no one would ever see? No, no, that’s not how it works, he just—he knows he should be able to talk, maybe if he just waits a little longer, his words will come back.
But then Janus appears.
And Roman needs to be able to talk now.
Because he needs to tell Janus that he’s sorry. That he messed everything up and he’s awful and he knows it and he’s so, so, so sorry. And he needs to know that it isn’t a lie, that Roman is genuinely sorry and he just needs to speak, if he could just open his mouth and say something and say that he’s sorry and—and—
Janus stops and looks right at him.
Roman’s breath catches in his throat.
Janus’s eyes narrow.
Please, please, I’m sorry, let me say I’m sorry, I can’t speak, I want to speak, let me speak—
Janus’s face cools into stone and he deliberately turns away.
Roman wants to scream.
He scrambles away from the living room and his hands fly to his hair, squeezing, pulling, trying to rip the sound from his throat because it won’t come otherwise. Trying to reach deep inside and find something, some word, some sound, some thing just to make it so he can talk, say he’s sorry, say anything.
The computer screen blinks mockingly at him. Come on, it taunts, where was this agony when you were pouring your words out onto me yesterday? Why do you ache so badly now when you know you can’t do anything about it? Is it worth it?
Nothing will ever be worth this. To have them there, right in front of him, and not be able to tell them how sorry he is.
A silent scream is the best he can do.
It doesn’t stop. His tongue doesn’t flicker back to life. Even after two days, three days, four, he still can’t manage to speak. He can’t manage to open his mouth and make a single word come out. He tries. He sits down in front of the computer and glares at the screen, forcing his mouth to make the shapes and forcing his vocal chords to make the sounds.
He never gets further than a single word.
He rushes, slurs, cheats in any way he can, and doesn’t even manage to get to the end of a sentence.
He’s panting, in tears, trying, trying, trying so hard to say something, anything, because if he can say one thing, he can say more, and if he can say more, he can tell them how sorry he is.
Roman would gladly give up all the words he doesn’t have to be able to say ‘sorry’ again.
(Logan, downstairs, glances up from his book.
Virgil is sprawled next to him on the couch, his head resting against Logan’s thigh. Patton is sitting on the other end, Virgil’s legs in his lap as he talks to Janus. Janus sits in the chair, his own book forgotten on his lap. Well, almost forgotten as he tugs it out of Remus’s grasp as he makes…something on the floor.
“It’s been quiet recently,” he remarks to himself, “almost…peaceful.”
Virgil shifts. “Yeah, I know. I kinda like it.”
“So do I.” He glances down and, after a moment of hesitation, slides his hand into Virgil’s hair. “Is this alright?”
“Yeah, L, that’s fine.”
“Aww, you two are cute.” Patton grins at them. “It’s been nice lately, hasn’t it?”
“Mm.” Janus tugs the book out of Remus’s reach again. “Remus, I certainly understand what you want with my book.”
“Art, Janny.”
Janus rolls his eyes fondly but his gaze softens as he takes in the room. It has been quiet. A good kind of quiet.
He doesn’t know it didn’t happen on purpose.
That Roman isn’t being quiet on purpose.
He didn’t do it on purpose.
Because when has anything Roman’s done on purpose been right?)
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Thomas sighs, his hands on his hips, as Patton and Logan begin to bicker for the third time in the past ten minutes. Across from him, Virgil is fidgeting uncomfortably as his gaze flicks back and forth between Janus and Thomas.
“Guys, are you really not going to do anything about this?”
“Oh, yes, because that’s how we solve every problem, just make me deal with it.”
“Okay, first of all, I said you guys meaning you and Thomas, second—“
“Oh, here we go, another lecture, oh goodie.”
“That is not what I’m doing—“
And now Virgil and Janus are fighting too. Thomas resists the urge to bury his face in his hands. Barely. Just barely. He shakes his head. The Sides aren’t normally this hard to manage, typically it’s just a matter of everyone actually understanding what’s going on and then one of them will propose a solution and they’ll all wrangle it around from angle to angle until he finally gets a workable one.
Not this time.
He’s not sure why nothing’s working, but everything that’s been proposed just sounds like another problem, not a solution. Why coming up with ideas is so hard today, he doesn’t—
Wait.
Has…has Roman said anything today?
Thomas glances at Roman. Roman stands where he always does, watching the others with a strangely blank look on his face. Thomas frowns. Roman…Roman doesn’t look great. He looks paler than usual, his face is a little poofy.
“Roman?”
Roman looks at him, his brow quirked.
“Do you…have any ideas?”
Roman’s face falls and he swallows. Thomas’s frown deepens when Roman shakes his head sadly.
“Hey, wait,” Virgil says, turning to face him, “Thomas is right. You haven’t said anything all meeting.”
“You have been remarkably quiet. Especially for you.” Logan adjusts his glasses. “Have you not come up with a single idea?”
“Okay, guys, wait—“ Thomas tries.
“No wonder we aren’t making any progress,” Virgil cries, throwing up his hands, “it’s because the guy whose job it is to come up with ideas isn’t doing anything!”
“That…would explain it.”
“Come on, kiddo,” Patton says, looking at Roman, “you must have something.”
Roman just shakes his head again.
“Of course he doesn’t want to share it with us,” Virgil growls, “he’s probably waiting for us to figure it out for him because he’s still mad.”
Patton sighs, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hips. Even Thomas wants to flush from the disappointment in his voice. “I understand being mad at us, kiddo—I’m not happy about it, but I understand it—but taking it out on Thomas? That’s really selfish of you.”
Roman flinches, his hand going to his chest. Janus rolls his eyes.
“Oh, Roman doesn’t know what that word means, remember? He’s all about selflessness, not selfishness, no, not a single selfish bone in his body, Roman.”
Virgil snorts.
“I am also disappointed,” Logan sighs, “but not surprised. But seriously, Roman, I think this temper tantrum of yours has gone on long enough.”
“Watch out, he’s gonna say it’s not a temper tantrum.”
Is…is this how they are to Roman all the time? Thomas stares at the other Sides in confusion. Has he just never noticed how mean they are to each other before? Or is this…new? He looks back at Roman and opens his mouth to say something when he notices Roman’s hand is still on his chest.
And…moving.
His thumb is tucked against the top of his fist and Thomas watches as it circles once, twice, and stops. Once, twice, and stops.
“Roman,” he says softly, cutting through the growing voices of the others, “Roman, why are you sorry?”
“What?”
“Thomas, what’re you—“
“That—this—“ Thomas makes the sign himself—“that’s the ASL for ‘sorry.’ Remember?”
Logan looks back at Roman who does it again. “So it is. But—Roman, why are you communicating using ASL, which none of us are fluent in? Most of us aren’t fluent in, my apologies, Janus—“ Janus waves him off— “why not just say that you’re sorry?”
“Roman,” Thomas asks, still quiet, “can you speak?”
They all watch in silence as Roman slowly shakes his head.
“What do you mean you can’t speak?”
“Probably just that, Virgil.” Logan adjusts his glasses.
Thomas spares him a glance before refocusing on Roman. “Are you okay, buddy?”
Roman looks at the ground. Virgil watches him for a moment before leaning to Logan.
“I’m gonna guess that’s a ‘no.’”
“How long has this been happening?”
“Yes or no questions, guys,” Thomas reminds, “and…not too many.”
“Right.” Logan takes a breath and when he speaks again, Thomas furrows his brow at how much softer Logan sounds. “Roman, has this been happening since the beginning of the meeting?”
Roman nods.
“Has it been happening for longer?”
Another nod.
“How long,” Virgil asks warily, only for Logan to hiss ‘yes or no’ in his ear, “right, um…has it been happening for longer than a day?”
Roman nods, studiously avoiding eye contact. Janus bites back a curse.
“Roman, have you not been able to speak since the wedding?”
When Roman nods again, Thomas has to bite back a curse of his own. Virgil doesn’t.
“Fuck, Princey, why didn’t you tell one of us?”
“With what words,” Janus spits, “and who’s to say we would’ve believed him?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Patton murmurs, reaching for him, “I’m so sorry.”
At this, Roman shakes his head furiously.
“Hey, hey, easy, Princey, it’s okay, what was that for?”
“He seemed to really dislike the idea of Patton apologizing…”
“What were you apologizing for, Roman,” Thomas asks instead, “before we—before?”
Roman nods.
“Yeah, bud, you were apologizing, do you remember what for?”
A nod.
“He’s saying ‘yes,’” Virgil murmurs.
“Yeah, we got that.”
“No, I mean—“ Virgil sighs— “you asked him what he was apologizing for and he’s saying ‘yes.’ That means anything you could ask him if he’s apologizing for, he’d say yes.”
“So…” Logan looks back and forth between them. “He’s apologizing for…everything?”
“Yeah.”
And Roman nods.
“Oh, sweetie,” Janus says softly and whoa, that’s…unexpected, “you don’t need to do that.”
Roman’s mouth hardens stubbornly as if to say yes I do.
“You can’t be blamed for not being able to speak, Roman,” Logan says gently, “it’s not your fault.”
“Kiddo,” Patton calls when Roman still looks unsure, “are you mad at us?”
Roman’s head snaps up and he shakes his head frantically. Patton holds out his arms to soothe him.
“And we’re not mad at you, sweetheart, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
“Let’s call it here,” Thomas says, giving Roman a nod, “we can figure this out later.”
“What do you need, Roman,” Virgil asks, “how can we help?”
“That’s…definitely not a yes or no question.”
Thomas frowns. Then he reaches out a hand.
“Hey!” Remus pops up, manic grin and all. “What’s shakin’, bacon?”
“I do not think bacon shakes, Remus.”
“Sir Francis Bacon?”
“What?”
“You two gotta stop watching Phineas and Ferb,” Virgil mutters.
Remus just grins and turns, freezing when he sees Roman. Thomas blinks and Remus’s entire demeanor changes.
“Ro-Bro? Roro, you okay?”
Roman looks up at him. Remus lays a hand on his shoulder.
“You nonverbal?”
Roman nods. Remus wraps his arms around Roman’s waist.
“I’m taking this,” he announces, “bye!”
Thomas chuckles as Remus sinks out, Roman in tow, even as Patton and Virgil rush after them going ‘let us help!’ Logan just rolls his eyes fondly and follows them. Thomas catches hold of Janus’s cloak before he can leave too.
“Are you guys always like that to Roman?”
Janus gives him a strange look. “You mean are you always like that to Roman?”
“What?”
“We’re you, Thomas,” Janus says bluntly, “we’re the physical manifestation of what goes on in your head. Or have you forgotten that your main way of problem-solving is to summon metaphysical color-coded versions of yourself and talk to them?”
“Your point?”
“The way we act is how you see us. We behave how our respective parts of you behave.” Janus gives him a look. “If you think we’re being mean to Roman, what does that say about how you feel about your Ego or your Creativity?”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, no.
“Take better care of yourself,” Janus says, softer now, “and it might surprise you.”
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I think,” Janus says, looking far too smug as he pulls away, “you mean that you can’t help yourself.”
Thomas scoffs as Janus disappears but after a few seconds, his words start to make sense. He turns to grab his laptop and opens it, finding a blank document and watching the cursor blink.
The others might not be able to listen to Roman, but he always can.
“Alright,” he mutters to himself, “let’s see what Roman’s got to say.”
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I saw this post and I was wondering if you write Malleus' too, is okay for you to make that?
How to win a heart of Malleus Draconia?
a/n: I started posting my writings here because I want to improve my English — so I technically wouldn't make this request. But! Someone on Wattpad (where I take requests) asked for the same thing, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrote this guide today in both languages. Enjoy~
1. Don't be afraid of him.
It is said that the first impression is the most important.
So when you first saw this guy walking through the corridor of Diasomnia, it was hard for you to get rid of that view from your head.
Illuminated both by the green magic flames set in the lobby, as well as by the moon, which eventually managed to break through the dark clouds and with a bright glow appear in the windows of the dormitory, he seemed... lonely and beautiful.
You shuddered as you took a step down the hallway and the dark-haired man turned to you. He measured you with his emerald eyes. And then you recognized him; all the conversations about the mysterious and fearsome Malleus Draconia flew through your head.
Everything told you to rush towards the hallway and run as far as possible, but a piece of you found it inappropriate. Or rather, no one would want to chase everyone away from themself... right?
When you realized you were looking at him for a while, you took a deep breath and nod slightly.
"Good evening, Draconia-san," you said quickly. After a while you added, "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?”
2. Smile a lot.
Today was a really wonderful day: the test was postponed, your favorite dish was given in the canteen, and for some reason, the last two lessons were canceled – your class had to make just a quick note about a topic and it took less than fifteen minutes.
"Something happened?" Malleus asked, seeing how almost in the jumps you walk past him. When you looked at him, he added, "You smile a lot.”
"I can stop smiling if you want," you made a sad face, but after a while, the corners of your mouth began to tremble uncontrollably and twisted up again. "Oops, I can’t. Today... it was such a good day... that I think I'm slowly using my life's happiness.”
"I didn't say that smiling is bad," he said. "You look so much better when you smile.”
"Oh," you sighed with apparent surprise. "Is it a compliment?"
"It’s rather a fact..?"
3. From time to time visit him during club activities.
"Is this a class of the ‘Gargoyle research society club’?” with a deaf knock you opened the door. Malleus turned to you, making a break from browsing through the materials gathered in the library about the history of each of the gargoyles on the school grounds. And there were a lot of them.
"Yes," he replied briefly, getting up. "Do you need something, [Name]?"
"Not at all, my club don’t have a meeting today," you said, closing the door behind you.
You looked around: the room was as clean as ever, except for one desk, where were laid several huge volumes about statues in NRC.
“Are you here alone?” You said before you thought. You lowered your eyes to see Malleus nodding unconcerned slightly. You blinked several times trying to think of what else you could say. "This room... could be a secret base," that was the first thing that came to your mind. Malleus turned his head to one side, uncertain of your response.
“A secret base..? Why?”
"I have no idea," you admitted quickly. "But the very existence of a mysterious point is interesting, isn't it? Doing normal things, such as watching movies or just talking, seems more interesting in places like this,” After a moment of silence, you sighed. "You know what, this idea with the base is stupid”
"We can try," he replied with serious tone. You raised your eyes to see how he looked around the room. "But you'll just have to explain this idea to me in more detail. We can also tell Lilia, Silver and Sebek about it...” he smiled as if seeing your five together in his thoughts was a pleasure. "It will be surely... fun.”
4. Get yourself a Tamagotchi.
"Look!" you spin a new key chain on your finger. You finally stopped and showed it to Malleus. "Now they are matching!”
A small electronic toy, in a dark green screen that, when it flashed, showed a virtual, pixelated animal. You were impressed with how good quality it was made, especially since you only gave the Shroud brothers a sketch of a toy that Malleus owned.
Your keychain was exactly the same, just a different color and with another pet.
Malleus pulled out his own device and put it on the table. He pressed one of the buttons and a small pet appeared on the keychain – a dragon.
"They can now be friends," you brought your toy closer to so-called Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.
"Do you think so?" He asked in a very surprised tone, but it sounded as if in a moment he were about to burst out with an inexplicably joyful and surprised laugh.
"Of course. Everyone needs a decent friend, no?”
5. Gain the trust of Lilia, Silver and Sebek.
Lilia, one of Malleus' closest people. It is much more likely that you will meet him before Malleus. He will be very proud when he learns that Malleus has found a friend. If you become a taster of Lilia, in terms of his pastries, he will 100% like you, and at 20% you will leave the kitchen alive and well.
Silver, who has mastered the art of sleeping in any conditions. It's easy to get him into your plans, although with the craziest ones he will hesitate. Rather well-disposed towards everyone, he can cover for you when you are not in class— but he usually inadvertently falls asleep and both of you often have penal assignments after school.
Sebek, faithful to Malleus, if he doesn't like you, you won't have too many opportunities to stay by Malleus's side without a thunderous glances at you. He will recognize you if you will listen carefully to his monologues about his master and as a sign of your friendship, he will teach you by heart of all the titles and achievements of Malleus so far.
With this trio by your side, you can get a lot further than you might have imagined...
6. Be a master in hide and seek.
You’d give your right arm that your breath was too loud.
You pressed your hands to your mouth as you crouched in the corner of the room.
From whose voices you already heard, you knew that Lilia had already found Sebek. This meant that you or Silver would still be helping cook dinner since Malleus didn’t come at the start of the game.
This may seem silly, but the ability to play classic games was one of the elements of the art of survival in Diasomnia.
It was thanks to games like ‘stone-paper-scissors’, hide and seek or tag that household chores fell on the shoulders of the losers. Lilia loved the idea, and there was always a proud smile on his lips when he saw his beloved children play together.
You heard the steps behind you and shivered.
Very slowly you turned around and looked up to see Malleus standing over you and wondering what you were doing, crouching in the darkest corner of the room.
Puns were also included in the survival pack.
Fearing that Lilia would hear your whisper, you put your finger on your mouth, asking him not to say a word. You put a begging eye into it – all but not cooking with Lilia. Not again.
Malleus nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation, although he smiled.
Really, no one would want Malleus to be an enemy.
Or at least in such a situation.
7. Do not hesitate to ask him for help with learning.
"In theory, you should focus on the space around you," Malleus pulled a wand in front of him. It flashed, and almost at the same time, a thin but incredibly strong protective barrier was created around him. “Weaker spells can be reflected. In turn, the stronger ones are better to block”
You nodded understandingly.
Defensive magic was not something easy to understand. Most depended on the person against whom the counter spell was being prepared. And there are countless people who walk on this Earth and want to start fights.
"Unique spells block or avoid physically," he continued. You nodded at every subsequent sentence, slowly feeling like all the lessons are eventually gaining transparency. “Using unique magic against unique magic, the stronger will win, both will lead to explosions or completely reduce.
He looked at you when you wrote down the last sentence in your notebook.
"I sincerely hope that you will only need this information in class," he said with a sigh. "If you need help, call me. I will come. I promise.”
8. Sometimes be persuaded to wear extravagant clothes.
"Do you really think it suits me?" you turned around, looking at yourself from every possible angle in the mirror.
You were going to the theater in a few classes to see some era-related play that you've been discussing now in history lessons. Everyone, respecting the reputation, actions and achievements of theatre, dressed in their best clothes.
Malleus stood next to you.
He was already wearing a black and white outfit with green accessories. They all worked so well together and fitted him like a glove that you were sure that the whole outfit was made especially for him.
"Yes," he replied. "Everything you put on today suited you very well.”
Once again, with critical eyesight, you looked at the outfit, face and hair, before you quickly turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind you.
Then you smiled at Malleus.
"We can go now," you said. You made your way through the portal to the main NRC building. "And... thank you for your help.
"My pleasure," he said. Under no circumstances was it just a polite formula. He really loved looking at you.
9. Invite him to your birthday/party.
"Another break from school soon, huh?" — you muttered, leaning against the railing.
You took a deep breath and let the fresh, pleasant air refresh you.
"Are you going to home, [Name]?" Malleus asked. Green lights were still flying around him, so you guessed he’d just appeared here.
"I haven't decided yet," you sighed. "It would be nice to go home, but the break won't be very long... Ah, that's right!” you straightened up and turned to him. "How about spending another break together? As soon as I can, I will contact my family... although I cannot promise anything.”
Though he did not show it, Malleus' heart beat a little faster.
Spend free time? With someone? With someone he likes?
"Of course," he sounded less calm than he thought. He wasn’t often invited anywhere, even for the things he should have been on, so there was a lot of excitement growing in his body. "I don't see anything against it.”
10. From "The Great Malleus Draconia-sama" to "Love".
"Ah, The Great Malleus-sama!" you sighed theatrically, taking from him a box of chocolates with a joyful smile. You could promise that because of this dark-haired boy here, you slowly become pampered. "Thank you for your generosity!”
Malleus frowned.
"The Great Malleus-sama"..?” he pondered, putting his fingers to his chin. "Did Sebek told you again to call me with this title?"
"No," you laughed softly at his reaction. "I did it out of curiosity. Maybe I could call you some cute nickname, hmm?" you smiled mischievously.
"For example?"
"By adding ‘-chan’ to your name?” you turned on your phone and typed something related to the nicknames. You started reading suggestions and struggled to hold back from laughing. ” ’Sunshine’, ‘star’, ‘flower’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’...
"I like the last one," he said, and the invisible force stung you to the ground.
"Would you like me to call you like that? Out of curiosity or out of love?" You laughed, but your cheeks were all red with blushes.
He smiled sincerely at your reaction.
"Hmm, I wonder..?"
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[ATEEZ] Mafia!San - Will You Join Me?
word count: 2.9k
warnings: explicit language, gun use, violence, description of death (not explicit), sexually suggestive, gets a lil steamy
summary: cupid has a bullet with your name on it
a/n: Y/N a little dramatic and San annoying af. I wrote this in a two hour flash at 2am, so this might be deleted after I reread it tomorrow because I’m pretty sure a lot of this is just me chatting shit.
1. Yoon, David – 12:45
Note to self: likes donuts. probs dunkin’, maybe krispy? idk just look for a man w a paper bag.
“I’ll have to warn you though, the lift is under maintenance, so you’ll have to take the stairs.” The receptionist smiled at you sympathetically. “I can get someone to help you with your suitcase if you’d like?”
“Oh no, it’s ok, I’ll just find another place to stay. I have weak knees anyway.” You forced a laugh and hoped the lady didn’t notice the dead look in your eyes.
“I’m sorry about that, love.”
Turning away with your suitcase in tow, you headed towards the building opposite the hotel and hoped that the rooftop would be easy enough to access.
It was quite irresponsible of you not to have a backup plan. It seemed that being named the sharpest shooter in the underground world had gotten to your head a little, but you argued that a bit of spontaneity never hurt anybody. Though your target would beg to differ.
Being a public building of offices, it was all too easy for you to reach the roof of the building. You found that walking with your held head high and gaze set straight ahead would never get you questioned. Who would ever stop someone with a walk so confident?
Thankfully, the rooftop hadn’t been turned into some garden space: an air-conditioning fan over here, a water tank over there. You checked your wristwatch reading 12:40 and muttered under your breath. The damn hotel lift had taken precious minutes of your time and compromised your view.
You opened your suitcase to set up your sniper, giving your little black cat charm on the side of your gun a squish. Cute.
Sitting on the case with your stock snug against your shoulder, you peered into the scope to get a closer view of the revolving doors to the bank. Oh great, there’s a lamppost in the way.
Mr. Yoon was apparently quite the punctual man, always seen stepping into the bank doors after his lunch break at exactly quarter to one and therefore, your window of opportunity was thin.
“I want it done today or you’re getting sniped yourself, Y/N.” You heard the voice of your boss yap in your head again. Blah blah blah, same old threat. You argued that procrastinating the man’s death was actually something very considerate of you to do.
You heard a familiar clatter of metal hit the floor and you turned your scope to the rooftop opposite to see a man in overalls with his toolbox open on the floor.
“Lift maintenance guy?” You muttered to yourself and wondered if the mechanics of elevators ran all the way through to the rooftop. You made sure that you wouldn’t be in his line of vision and swivelled back to your original position, cursing the man under your breath for ruining your first choice of setup.
12:44
“Come on, Yoon. Lunch time’s almost over.” Your finger lay restless on the trigger, itching to get a glimpse of the bank teller.
20 seconds.
“Krispy or Dunkin’ what will it be today, entertain me.”
10 seconds.
You saw the man turn the corner and waited for him to get a little closer for you to shoot.
5 seconds.
“That’s it, just past the lamppost and you won’t even know what hit y- what the FU-?” You shouted and quickly clasped a hand to your mouth. Mr. Yoon hadn’t even made it past the post, and he was already laying on the pavement in a growing pool of blood.
Calculating the angle in which he was laying, you spun your vision around to the hotel rooftop and saw the maintenance man begin to pack up a sniper back into his toolbox. Taking off his cap, you noticed a flash of white in his jet-black hair and just like he knew you were watching, he turned with a smug grin on his face and shot you some finger guns.
“Oh, you little fucker.” You spat, and watched the man jump down into a hatch to disappear.
You slumped dramatically onto the floor and splayed your limbs to stare blankly at the sky. Never in your life had you ever missed a shot, let alone have it stolen by someone else, and your boss had your phone ringing to rub it in your face.
“That wasn’t you, was it?”
“Listen, what if? You know, what if that was my thirteenth reason? I just couldn’t take it anymore and that was it. No more Y/N. You wouldn’t even come to my funeral, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t because you’d be too broke to have one. You realise you’re not getting paid for this?”
“Why? He’s still dead?” You sat up in disbelief.
“Well, it turns out someone else wanted him gone too. I can’t lie to our client and say that we did it.”
“You’re oddly moral for someone that runs a hotline for hitmen.”
“I’ll call you if I find you another job.”
“Justice for freelance contract killers.” You muttered weakly as he ended the call. The faint sound of police sirens filled the air as you let out a heavy sigh and lay back on the concrete.
You pictured the man and wondered who it was that would even think to render the notorious Y/N L/N jobless. Though you did have to admit that it was a clean shot.
“Skunk-hair looking ass.”
2. Kim, Seungho – 18:00
Note to self: babysitting. easy target but kid knows NOTHING.
You were stationed by a corner window in an unfinished apartment building with a trainee by your side, setting up his kit.
Stood by the trainee, you scanned to see if everything was in the right place, checking the kid’s posture too. You had been sent by your boss to reluctantly train a young recruit and you joked if you had been demoted following your last predicament. You were never in it for the money though, you lived for the adrenaline.
The boy had potential and you saw it, he just needed to make cleaner shots because three bullets somewhat near the target’s vital organs wasn’t going to cut it.
“What’s your name again?”
“Jisung. Han Jisung.” The recruit replied, his eyes never leaving yours, in absolute awe.
“Eyes on the scope.”
“I’m sorry, nobody told me I’d be getting trained by you. The Seoul Shooter? Like wow.”
“Ew, is that what they’re calling me?”
“Yeah, well I think it’s a pretty cool name, they used to call me ‘Jitman’ in my hometown, not very creati-”
You shushed the boy and tapped his shoulder as you pointed to a small figure in the distance.
“You see him through the scope? Now keep your hand steady, never feel as if you’re being rushed. Death works to your schedule.”
“Got it.” Jisung said, following the man with his gun.
“Ok, on 3… 2… 1…”
You heard the bullet cut through the evening air and hit the target neatly through his office window.
“Bro? That was so clean? That has to be one of the sexiest shots I’ve seen in a while-” You began.
“Uhh, that wasn’t me, Y/N.”
Before you could even process what had happened, you heard the rustle of footsteps patter down the stairs behind you. Taking out your handgun, you moved towards the open door to find the same man you had seen on the hotel rooftop stop in his tracks on the landing. Clad in a fitted black sweater and jeans this time, he looked a whole lot more attractive close up.
“You again?” You exclaimed; gun still pointed at the man as he dropped his duffel bag to raise his hands.
His eyes widened, not in shock, but more with an excited glint in his eyes.
“Oh my, it’s Y/N, the Seoul Shooter.” A coy smile painted his lips as he shook his white fringe out of his eyes.
“See, everyone calls you that.” Jisung interjected from behind.
“Shut up, Han.”
“Word around town is that you’ve been unemployed for some time now,” nodding towards Han, he added, “and it looks like the rumours are true.”
“I’ve actually decided to take a break you know? Let the other kids have a chance at making a name for themselves. Bit of charity work.”
“Y/N kinda got demoted because you keep taking their shots.” Han interrupted again.
“Hey, who told you that?!” You narrowed your eyes at the boy. Han Jisung was a smart ass and you vowed then and there that you wouldn’t take on any more training sessions.
You whipped your head back around to the man eyeing your body up and down.
“My eyes are up here, sir. Unless you really wanna get shot.” You spat.
“Well, I’d die a happy man if you were the last thing I’d see.” He smirked in retaliation and studied your eyes carefully. “Well, my job here is done, I better be on my way. Got a big cheque waiting for me.” He grinned as he reached to grab his bag and carry his way on down the stairs with footsteps too light-hearted for your liking.
“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Jisung asked as you watched the man disappear into the evening.
“I don’t think killing a man for taking my shots is justified.”
“What, and sniping Mr. Kim Seungho just before he gets to feel the bliss of clocking out is?” He laughed. “Do you know what I think, Y/N?”
“What?”
“I don’t know, I’m not going to say anything.”
Han Jisung tormented you the whole drive back to the quarters.
“Y/N and Skunk Man sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes lo-”
Smack.
“Ouch, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just kidding.” He laughed as an idea struck him, “K-I-D-D-I-N-”
Smack.
3. Park, Kiha - 10:32
Note to self: bad man. bad, bad man. but big, big cheque.
Having had your last two shots stolen, mystery Skunk Man was beginning to get on your nerves. You were seething to the point that you demanded your boss give you another job, itching to defend your title of being the finest shooter in Seoul.
Laying on the floor of a rooftop hangar, the man had the gall to pop up out of the hatch to set up his station right next to you, as if you were both on some picnic.
"Nice seeing you here today, Y/N." He said, sitting cross legged to mount a scope to the top of his sniper.
Not even bothering to take your eyes off the target, you muttered, "I got here first, you better back off." voice laced with venom.
"Well I've been promised a cheque too, we're all just trying to get fed around here."
Ignoring him, you glanced down at your watch that read 10:31. Any time now, Park Kiha would be walking through the glass bridge to get to his meeting in the twin building.
Steadying your finger against the trigger, you held your breath and counted down from three, two, o-
"I like your cat charm by the way."
You pulled the trigger only for it to stray a little to the right, still hitting your target, just a little less central than you would have accepted.
You shot up from your position to face the man laying on his side, head propped up against his hand to look at you.
"Do you have something against me? Do I even know you?" You exclaimed, carding your gloved hand through your hair.
"No uhh, but I saw your face on a bounty poster once and thought you were cute." He said, attitude too blasé. "That was a nice shot though, I was going to wait a few more seconds."
"So you saw my picture, and started following me around to antagonise me?"
"Nah, I just happened to be super lucky to have been put on the same cases as you. Big bad men have a lot of people after them I guess?"
Throwing your equipment back into your bag, you watched the man proceed to roll over onto his back with his arms behind his head to look up at the sky.
The mid-morning sun cast a golden glow over his skin and though you spent most of your life working with guns, his uniform and kit next to him looked a little different, almost attractive. They suited him a little too much and you thought that if a sleek sniper were to be personified, it would look exactly like this leather clad man.
"I should ask for your number, the way you're looking at me right now, Y/N."
"Good luck, you won't get it." You turned to step down the hatch as he propped himself up again to watch you leave.
Choi, San – 15:25
Note to self: he’s kinda hot tho :/
So, we had finally put a name to the face. As your boss handed you a folder, you were slightly taken aback at the small ID picture pinned to the top of the file.
“You might be a little happy about this one.” He said, taking a sip of coffee. “He’s been recently recruited by ATEEZ as their sniper. Quite a deadly one too. He was scouted shooting pheasants down in the Namhae countryside apparently.”
“Hmm, how much?” You questioned.
“A million dollars.”
“Excuse me? A mill-?” You choked on the air and composed yourself just as quick to nonchalantly lean against the filing cabinet and look out the window, “I don’t know, he didn’t look a million dollars-worth to me.”
“He hasn’t been in the game long, but man has he taken down some big names.”
Though you didn’t necessarily feel too attached to Choi San, you did think that you were going to miss him a little. It was nice having a friend on your level to spar with.
Who were you kidding? You thought he was hot and that it would be a shame to have to shoot him.
But on second thought, you had been itching for the adrenaline in the trigger again, and the million dollars looked a lot sexier to you than some man.
“I’ll take it.”
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San was all too easy to find. He seemed to enjoy hiding in plain sight since no common person would recognize him in the bustling streets of Gangnam. Nestled in the corner of another rooftop, you zoned in on the recognizable black and white hair sat outside on the terrace of a café.
Once you were ready, you repositioned your finger on the trigger and focused the cross hairs on the familiar head. You were steady until San lifted his head and stared right back at you through the scope, sending you a wink.
“Shit.” You muttered, his actions throwing you off and when you repositioned your aim, he had slipped into the crowd, now lost.
“No, no, no, no, no, Choi San, ugh.” Seeing that he knew what you were up to, you got up to pace around the rooftop. Your mind worked nonstop to find an alternate solution but all you could conclude was to go home, stay low and pick another day to continue.
This man had thrown you into the worst slump of your life, but you were somewhat enjoying the chase and you hated to admit it.
The abrupt sound of a closing of a door behind you had everything clicking into place.
“You pretty motherfucker, had this planned, didn’t you?” You laughed.
Upon hearing the cocking of a gun, you turned to pull out the throwing knife strapped to your thigh and pulled his body in by his collar to reach his throat. And it just turned out that San had the same idea in pushing his handgun up underneath your chin at the same time, faces a little too close.
“I like your beret.” San said candidly, jerking his brow up at the hat on your head.
“Me, too. It’s Marine Serre.”
“Nice choice.”
“I’m going to count down from three and we’re going to drop our weapons, ok? And talk this out like adults because I for one, didn’t wanna kill you.” You bargained.
“Sure.”
“Three, two, one!” The both of you pulled away for a split second in bluff only to reposition your weapons against each other’s throats again.
“I knew it.” San smirked.
“No, for real this time. I mean it.”
“Go ahead, baby.” He smiled as his gaze dropped to your lips.
“Three, two, o-”
San cut you off by leaning into your lips, placing onto them a kiss so intense, almost mirroring the violent nature of the situation. However, what surprised you more was that you let yourself melt back into him. He let his gun clatter to the floor to walk you backwards into the wall behind, hoisting your leg up around his waist.
You broke away from the kiss for air when he smiled, “I mean, it is kinda hot, but I would appreciate it if you could stop holding that knife against my throat right now, Y/N.”
“Ugh, fine.” You muttered as San leaned back in to kiss you whilst roaming his hand around your thigh, ridding you of the rest of your knives and smirking against your lips in satisfaction.
Feeling his bulge grind between your legs, you both only grew more fervent for each other as you kissed.
“Wait, I wanna take you on a date first.” He pulled away to look you in the eye.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Mhmm, to Bar 1117.” He hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“Isn’t that your company’s place…?”
“Yeah, they’re gonna love you.” He whispered, peppering small kisses down your throat.
“Are you trying to recruit me or fuck me, San?”
"I mean, you can kill me now and leave for that million dollars or you can come with me for a new job and that million dollar dick."
"You're unbelievable."
“I heard you were doing freelance anyway, baby.” He looked into your eyes again, a mischievous glow blooming across his face, “So, will you join me?”
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disclaimer: San’s pie chart hair is one of my all time faves but I also can’t stop thinking that it looks a little skunk-like. In the cutest way.
a/n: I've edited this a lot since I posted it and I think I'm gonna keep it
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Mafia AU Masterlist
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stay, don’t go.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: angsty angst
an: I don’t know, I just wrote it lmao
word count: 2.4k+
“And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me!”
You kept hearing those words replaying over and over in your head. You knew that he had been upset about Sam giving up the shield, but you were surprised at how you hadn’t seen these particular emotions coming. There were a lot of things that Bucky worried about, but this burden of a thought broke your heart even more than usual. It was the most transparent he had been in months, and you hadn’t even been the one he was opening up to. Not that it mattered all that much, but now, you were struggling to find a way to help with the newly re-opened wound.
After the therapy session with Sam, Bucky had withdrawn into himself even more. Even though you had been waiting right outside the door, it was almost as if he didn’t see you at all when he walked through it. You had reached for his hand, and he had let you take his, but he didn’t say a word to you.
He’s had a rough day, you had told yourself. Getting arrested on top of everything else he was dealing with had to be a lot. He just needed some time to process it all.
Only, now, it was five hours later and he still hadn’t said a thing. You managed to get some hums in response to your prompting, and a shrug here and there, but no actual words fell from his lips. The anger from earlier in the day had dissipated, and now his shoulders drooped as he seemed to be carrying the world on his shoulders. Not that this was anything new to you either. It was a look you had long grown used to, but after hearing his outburst at therapy, you had a better idea than usual as to what was causing his pain this time.
Bucky had taken a spot in one of the chairs in the corner of your shared hotel room, and his blue eyes were fixed on the wall in front of him as he seemed to be attempting to stare a hole through it. You could practically hear the gears in his head turning, and you were sure that if you could read his thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to handle the emotional turmoil that lay inside. When you couldn’t get him to talk, you decided to order some food - something that you knew he liked - and then sat down in the chair next to him.
“Food should be here soon,” you told him, as if he couldn’t hear you placing the delivery order just five minutes prior from the other side of the room. This time, Bucky didn’t even bother acknowledging what you had said as his hand came up to rest under his chin. He was still staring at the same spot on the wall, and his eyes were squinting slightly as he seemed to be deep in thought.
You sighed as you glanced down at your watch and saw that it was getting later in the evening, and you wondered what Sam was up to. The three of you had parted ways after the police station, and Sam had barely said anything to you or Bucky when you left. You could make out some of their conversation through the door during therapy, but really the only part you had heard clearly were Bucky’s words. And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the ‘he’ Bucky had been referring to was Steve. This was what his whole trip had been about in the first place.
You knew that you couldn’t go the whole night without addressing the elephant in the room, but you also knew how Bucky was when it came to opening up. Even with you. You knew that, besides Sam, you were one of the only people that he trusted since Steve passed away, and you didn’t take that lightly. You really only pressed when you knew that it would be good for him to talk about something, and this was one of those times.
“Bucky?” You started again, using his name this time in an attempt to draw his attention away from the wall. He didn’t look over at you at first, but slowly, as you waited patiently, they started to trail over in your direction. When his eyes finally met yours, you gave him a small, sad smile as you leaned against the arm of the chair closest to him. “About what you said to Sam today…”
You didn’t get a chance to finish your thought before Bucky was swiftly moving out of his seat. The movement caught you by surprise, as he had seemed so relaxed - well, as relaxed as he could be given the situation - but now he was running his hands through his hair as he started pacing in circles.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” he mumbled, as his hand ran over his face, and his other gloved hand shoved into the pockets of his jeans. Slowly, you stood up from your own chair and made your way over to him, your hand reaching out for the sleeve of his jacket before he harshly pulled it out of your grasp.
His entire reaction was confusing you because usually, he just shut down. He didn’t get this visibly worked up, he just shut down and refused to give you any emotion or feedback on how he was feeling. Now, you could tell that he was upset, and from the look on his face, he knew that his expression and actions were giving him away.
“But you know you should,” you continued as you tried to reach for him again, this time more slowly. “Let me be there for you, Buck.” The second part of your statement came out at nearly a whisper, but it had been loud enough he had heard you and he started shaking his head.
“You shouldn’t have to. I’m- I’m fine. I just need to go-“ Now, he had started moving towards the hotel door, and you felt your heart start to race in your chest. He was trying to leave.
“Wait, no, don’t go!” You cried, as you rushed to stop him, and Bucky’s hand hesitated over the doorknob. “Please. Stay. Talk to me.” You hated how broken your words sounded, but after everything that had taken place over the last few months, you couldn’t bear the thought of him walking out of that door and leaving you alone. Hesitantly, Bucky looked back over his shoulder at you, and you could see that same, decades-old pain swimming in his light blue irises.
“You’d be better off if I did. I’m doing nothing for you here.” Earlier, when you thought the comment about Steve was the most painful thing you had heard him say, this was a close second. You shook your head firmly as you took another step closer to him, and instead of reaching for the door knob fully, Bucky allowed his hand to fall back down to his side.
“No, Bucky, I wouldn’t be better off. I lived five years without you. Five years of never knowing if you were going to come back. I’ve known a life without you, and that is something I never want to have to experience again.”
Bucky’s shoulders deflated at your words, and you could see a flash of something in his expression that gave you a sliver of hope. You knew how he felt about you, and you knew that, deep down, he was well aware of how you felt about him. That was a secret you never tried to keep from him, and the one thing he never tried to hide from you either.
After he didn’t move any closer to the door, and he didn’t respond to your words either, you slowly reached out for him once more, but this time, he didn’t pull away. You took ahold of his gloved hand and moved closer to him. The pain and conflict was still present in his expression, but as you lifted your other hand to cup his cheek, you hoped that maybe you would be able to find a way to bring him some comfort.
“Come sit back down with me, please,” you whispered, and for a moment, he didn’t move. You knew that if he really wanted to leave, you would have to let him, but your heart started to crack at the mere thought. Thankfully, after another heavy moment of silence, Bucky nodded and allowed you to lead him back to the end of the bed. You didn’t drop his hand, and when the two of you sat down next to one another, you sat close enough so that your leg was pressed up against his.
“I know you said you don’t want to talk about it, but I heard what you said to Sam today. About Steve,” you murmured, your gaze falling to where your hands were entwined and resting on his thigh. “And Bucky, you know that isn’t true, right? Steve… he thought the world of you. He would have, and did, do anything for you. He knew you, Buck, just as I do, and he saw the heart that you have and knew that you were worth every bit of it.”
When you looked up, you could see the tears swimming in his eyes as he tried to hold them back. Steve had always been a sensitive subject, and you knew that, but you also knew that what you said was true. You had known Steve, and you had seen and heard the way he felt about his best friend. Before he was Captain America, Bucky had always been there for him, and after he was Captain America, he was there to return the favor without hesitation. He never held Bucky’s Hydra days against him because he knew, just as you did, that he had no control over that. He was a victim; a pawn in a much bigger game than he ever could have won on his own. He was still paying for it, even after all this time. You just hoped that someday he’d find a way to forgive himself.
“I just don’t know sometimes,” Bucky managed to choke out after another heavy silence. “I mean, I’m trying, but the nightmares and the constant reminders of what I did…” His voice trailed off as he fixed his eyes on the window across the room in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. You knew that he hated crying in front of anyone, despite you having told him numerous times that he didn’t have to hide that part of himself from you.
“That wasn’t you, at least, not really,” you replied. “You’re James Buchanan Barnes, White Wolf.” This time you nudged him in the shoulder with your own and he cracked half a smile as his eyes flickered back over to you. “The Winter Soldier was not you. And before you try to argue with me, I’ve seen him and I’ve seen you, and I can tell you that he is nowhere near the same guy as the one that’s sitting right here next to me.”
Bucky cringed at the reminder that you had been forced to bear witness to his time as The Winter Soldier when Zemo had activated him a few years before the blip. He had spent months apologizing, despite not having done anything to you, and you cursed yourself for bringing it up again.
“I mean, the metal arm is the only thing you guys have in common, and on the Bucky I know… it’s actually kind of sexy.” You added the last part lightly, and when Bucky looked over at you again, you waggled your eyebrows playfully. He just shook his head as the corners of his lips turned up just a bit, before his gaze fell to his lap. The hand you were holding now was the metal one, and you followed his gaze as you released your hold on it before slowly slipping his glove off. He flexed the metal appendages as soon as the glove was gone, and you reached for it as your fingers traced over the cool metal.
“It’s a curse,” he mumbled, his eyes still locked on where it was resting in his lap. “I mean, Shuri was nice enough to make it better than the old one but…”
You shook your head as you grabbed it before lifting it to your lips and pressing a small kiss to the back of it.
“It’s not a curse, it’s a part of you. And because of that, I love it. Just like I love you.”
Bucky inhaled sharply at those three little words, even though you had been saying them practically non-stop since he had returned. You had said it before he was gone too, but you knew, back then, that he didn’t believe it.
“I do love you, Bucky. So please… don’t leave.”
For a moment, you could tell that Bucky had almost completely forgotten about how he had been about to walk out. It was a gift that you possessed that he had never truly understood. Even though you were talking about his problems, it didn’t feel nearly as bad as it did when he talked about his problems with anyone else. Not that he opened up enough to anyone else to really do much good.
“I couldn’t leave,” he murmured as your eyes lifted to meet his. “You’re the only one that makes me feel… well, anything.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest as that was practically him saying he loved you too, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“And thank you,” he continued. “For what you said.” You nodded in response as you leaned against his shoulder, his metal hand falling to your thigh as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“I’m always here for you to talk to, you know that? Though, you do need to talk to Sam too. He’s going through a hard time just like you are, and he needs his friends to be there with him too.”
Slowly, Bucky nodded, but before either of you could continue, there was a knock on the hotel room door, and you were reminded of the take-out order that you had placed earlier.
“You hungry?” You asked with another smile as you stood up from the end of the bed and moved towards the door.
“I could eat,” you heard him respond, and you chuckled as you pulled open the door to grab your food.
Things were far from perfect, but every day the two of you took baby steps towards healing together. And really, you couldn’t ask for much more than that.
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Invisible
Warnings: Angst, Insecurity & Self-doubt, Language
Summary: The reader stays with Tom and his friends during quarantine. To protect her from media and fans, the reader can’t been seen in any social media posts. It leads to her feeling more and more lonely and isolated until she can’t take it anymore.
Words: 2.6k
Pairings: Tom Holland x reader
A/N: I wrote this when Tom hosted the marvel pub quiz, but completely forgot to post it!
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"That's it. Thank you for joining and taking part in the quiz! I hope you had as much fun as we did and don't forget to post your answers using the hashtag massive marvel pub quiz so we can find your answers easier. Stay safe and healthy. Bye guys!"
You watched as Tom's face disappeared and the live stream ended.
But the excitement that you had felt when you had first heared of the idea of a marvel quiz was gone. Now you just felt empty. And alone.
You knew that you were overreacting, after all Tom and the others were just a few rooms away, but you couldn't help and feel left out. Again.
You weren't invited to join the live stream in the first place so why join them know?
You knew that Tom only wanted to protect you and himself by keeping you out of the public's eye. If they found out that a female in his age was spending the time during quarantine at his house, they would go wild. You could already imagine the headlines that would follow.
After all Tom had exerperienced how far his ‘fans’ and the media would go when a photo of him and Olivia had gone viral.
Only a few blurry images and both Tom and Olivia had been attacked for weeks, even so far that the girl had to make her instagram private, yet the hate comments never stopped.
And Tom knew that he would never risk the chance of you having to read through pages of hate comments of people that didn't even know you. Because if they did, they knew they could never hate you.
You were kind and loving and you cared a little too deeply.
Tom still remembered when you had called him crying, because you didn't feel confident enough to go out after some girls in your class had made it their mission to target all your insecurities and make mean comments whenever you passed them.
He still remembered the anger and hate he felt inside of him when he listened to your sobbing and how the girl's words had gotten to you, to the point you even believed them.
So when you had moved in with him and the boys, he had decided to keep you out of everything that could reveal to the world that you were living with them. You had agreed without a second doubt, because in that moment it seemed the only rational and responsible thing to do.
Now you weren't so sure anymore, because it hurt so much to be invisible every day. You had gotten used to the fact that you could only watch their instagram stories, live streams and tik toks without being able to join them. But what hurt you even more were the little things.
"Hey y/n, could you leave the room for a sec? You are always in the background of the video!"
A second often turned into hours and soon you found yourself retreating to your room more and more to avoid having to leave and get hurt again.
Yesterday you had decided to do a little game night and you felt so carefree that you came to the conclusion that you were being ridiculous and should rather enjoy the time with them instead of obsessing over your feelings. But then you had laughed over something that had been said and Tom has sighed, dropping his phone.
"Great, now I have to delete that, because you were laughing in the background", he stated, clearly frustrated and you felt heat rushing to your cheeks.
"I'm sorry", you mumbled but it sounded more like a question than a sincere apologzy, because really, what where you even apologizing for? Harrsion had leaned over to get a better look at Tom's phone. "That would have been a great post, mate!"
You adverted your eyes, starring at the table and analysing the natural pattern of the wood to try and distract yourself from the embarassment and the tears that had filled your eyes. "I know right", Tom sighed again and you crounched down in your seat even more.
"I will do that again now so you have to be completely quiet now y/n, got it?
You wanted to scream at them, because you weren't dumb and yet they were treating you like a child that had misbehaved and was now lectured. But you only gulped and nodded, fearing that if you said something, your voice would break and reveal how hurt you really felt.
While they recorded the story again, you listened to their loud laughter as you fought back the tears.
Eventually you excued yourself, mumbling something about having a headache, but you doubted that they even noticed.
Now you could hear them laugh again and even though Tom's laugh was one of your favorite sounds, it now cut deeper into your heart like a knife.
You were still staring at your phone screen where you saw photos of answer sheets already popping up. You had gotten around 20 answers right, but you didn't feel proud.
When Tom had told you about the marvel quiz you had been beyond excited. Since you could remember you loved the marvel movies. Your rooms had been filled with posters and other merchandise and your friends only rolled their eyes when you suggested to watch a marvel movie during your movie nights.
You had build your knowdlege over the years and loved to challenge Tom, who thought of himself as a big marvel fan as well, regarding who knew more about the marvel cinematic universe.
So when he came up with the idea of a marvel live quiz, you insisted to take part and therefore hear the questions for the first time during the stream so you had the same chance as everyone else.
But as soon as Harry and Harrison had joined the live stream your enthusiasm had faded. They were having so much fun and you were sitting in your room, all on your own. The familiar feeling of loneliness and self doubt had accompained you the rest of the live stream and now that it had ended you just wanted to crawl under the covers and weep into your pillow.
Maybe you were clingy and needy and overthinking again, but you couldn't help the overwhelming sadness and you began to doubt if staying with Tom was a mistake and if your friendship meant more to you than the others.
Maybe you should pack your things tomorrow and tell Tom that you needed to go home. He would understand if you claimed to miss the comfort of being at your home but then again, you would be even more lonely.
Frustrated you threw your phone on the nightstand and quickly changed into your pajamas before crawling into bed.
In the darkness of the room the disappointment felt even more overwhelming and you grabbed onto your pillow for comfort.
A knock made you freeze and your heart started pouding in your chest. You prayed that the person would leave you alone and go away if you pretended to be asleep so you stayed silent.
"Y/n?"
It was Tom's voice.
"We want to watch a movie. Wanna join us?"
You knew that he wouldn't go away until the got an answer so you dismissed your plan and braced yourself to speak.
"No, I am tired, but thanks." You hoped that Tom didn't notice how nervous you sounded and after an agonizing moment of silence you could hear him mutter an "okay" and walk away.
Did you imagine it or did he sound disapppointed? Now feeling guilty too, you covered your face in your hands in frustration.
Why did everything have to go wrong?
And wait...did you still have your make-up on?
You let out a sound of frustration when you realized that you had to get up again to wipe off your make-up. You had applied it because you wanted to feel your best during the quiz you had been so excited for, but now it meant walking all the way to the bathroom.
Which meant leaving your room again.
You slowly opened your door, peeking out to check if the corridors were empty. You proceeded to tiptoe to the bathroom and closed the door behind you while relief flooded you. You really didn't want to meet anyone now, not when you felt like breaking into tears every second.
When you looked into the mirror and began to wash your make-up off, you allowed yourself to let the tears flow. A few sobs escaped your mouth, but the bathroom was far enough from the living room so they wouldn't be able to hear you.
Without the make-up on, you felt a little more relaxed and you couldn't wait to get into bed again.
But when you reached your room without running into anyone on the way, you were more than surprised to see that once you had closed the door and turned around, you weren't alone.
Tom was sitting on your bed, looking up at you when you entered the room.
You could conclude from the frown that covered his face that you looked as horrible as you felt. Your eyes were probably still puffy and red from the crying and your hair was in a messy bun.
"Tom?", you stuttered, too shocked to come up with something that would save you from this conversation. "What are you doing here?", you added, hating how weak your voice sounded.
His frown grew even deeper and he mustered your apperance, hurt visible in his eyes.
"You were so excited for the quiz so when you didn't leave your room I grew worried", he explained while you akwardly stood next to the door, leaving as much space between the two of you as possible.
"Oh that- I just didn't feel good so I decided to sleep early today", you tried to brush it off, but you knew that Tom would not fall for it.
"Why have you been crying?"
His question was acommpanied by a stern gaze and you couldn't help feeling guilty and ashamed.
"I- I wasn't", you stuttered, but it didn't even sound believable to your own ears. Tom raised his eyebrow, but when he saw how uncomfortable you looked his features softened.
"Hey, you can talk to me, you know that right? Whatever it is, you can tell me and we can figure this out together." His voice was so gentle and caring that tears filled your eyes again and you silently cursed yourself for being so emotional.
You didn't want to cry in front of Tom. It would not be the first time and when it had happened he had always managed to make you feel better and put a smile on your face again, but you also knew the shame that would follow afterwards.
You didn't want him to think that you were too sensitive.
But the tears weren't only a result of your hurt, no, anger was building inside of you at his words. "Really Tom, really?", you snapped and he flinched in surprise.
"Are you sure you want me to talk to you? Maybe someone is filming an instagram story and I could be heard in the background so I should just say nothing at all. Or even better, why don't I just leave the room so there is a lesser chance that I could ruin your precious masterpieces by just existing."
Tom's eyes had widened at your outburst and you actually felt bad for a second, but then you remembered the many occasions he had made you feel like you weren't good enough and the anger came back.
"You know what? I think it would be best if I just went home. I am done being treated like an outsider and being blamed for everything I do!"
Tom had jumped up from the bed and was crossing the distance between the two of you with large steps, but you raised your hands before he could come closer to you.
"Y/n I am so sorry", he stumbled over his words, desperately trying to find the right words. "I didn't realize- I never would have..." Frustrated he ran a hand through his hair.
"Listen, I screwed up! I didn't realize that my behaviour- that I was hurting you and I am so sorry! I just wanted to protect you and now I am the one making you feel this way. Fuck, I am so sorry!"
His words seemed geniune and your heart ached to step forward and pull him into a hug, but you knew that you could not forget so easily.
"I didn't think that this was so important to you. Why didn't you say anything?" He was rubbing the back of his head, seemingly tensed.
"I don't care much about not being in the stories Tom. But it really hurt whenever I am send away so you can film together or when I am told to shut up so I can't be heard while you all have fun together”, you explained, trying to keep your vice even.
“I just feel like I am a burden to you and if you don't want to spend time with me that's fine I guess but I would appreciate for you to tell me that so I can stop trying and just go home."
"No, no, no it's not like that I swear!” Tom seemed desperate again, articulating with his hands to underline his words.
“I miss spending time with you, I really do and it was stupid of me to let myself being dragged into this whole instagram thing!
You know I am normally not the person to care much about posting, but I thought now that everyone is stuck at home, I could make my fans happy and distract them from the situation by sharing more of my life. I should have never put them before you and I am truly sorry!” You could see the regret clearly in his eyes as he took in a deep breath.
“Please don't go."
You were biting your lip as you were trying your best to stay calm and not break into tears. You had imagined confronting Tom and letting all your anger and hurt out, but now that he stood in front of you with his eyes full of hurt and regret and his pleading words for you to stay, your anger vanished.
"Are you sure?", you asked him in uncertainty, because you knew you couldn't bare if nothing would change. But Tom desperately nodded. "I am. Tomorrow I am going to post a photo to let my fans now that I am taking a break from social media!"
He looked so determined, so sure, that a warm feeling filled you. "You would do that?"
"Of course! I want to make it up to you and besides I was not lying when I said that I miss spending time with you”, he stated, stepping a little closer to you when you didn’t protest anymore.
“You were so distant the last days and I didn't know what to do, so I thought that I should give you space. Seems like that is the last thing I should have done", he sayed with a sheepish smile covering his face.
"Sorry for being so caught up in myself. I should have said something earlier too", you admitted, a small smile forming on your lips, when you felt the burden fall off your shoulders.
"Hug?", Tom suggested and you didn't have to think twice about it.
When he wrapped his strong arms around you, you realized that going back to your place would have been a mistake. Because at some point your home hadn't been a place anymore. Instead it had become a person and you didn't plan on letting go any time soon.
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How about Yandere Bakugou realizing he's a FUCKING bottom? Y/N has a quirk which their saliva heals people. So when Bakugou got badly injured and all alone in the nurse's office. Y/N is like "You want me to heal you?" Which by the way, Y/N spits on people to heal them . But for Bakugou, Y/N gave him an intense makeout session.
Sorry that you had to wait so long!! This is a great idea tho??? We gotta stan bottom!bakugo man! I hope you like what I wrote for you!
Warnings: swearing, lemon content
Word count: 806
Bottom - Yandere!Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!reader
Although Bakugo was in quite some pain, he was more excited than ever.
He was waiting on the chair in (Y/N)’s medical office, all by himself. He’d gotten injured earlier and decided to walk over there and wait until (Y/N) would come help him. His colleagues offered to take him to the hospital so he could get treated immediately, but he just had to go to (Y/N).
Of course, (Y/N)’s way of healing was a bit… controversial to say the least. Getting healed by receiving a kiss from Recovery Girl was one thing, but getting spat on by (Y/N) went too far for some people. Besides the spitting, she was also known to have a nasty attitude, which made her even more unpopular. Being healed by (Y/N) made others feel degraded or belittled, maybe even disgusted.
But for Bakugo, it wasn’t like that. Every time she healed him, it was like he discovered a whole new side of himself. Whilst others might feel embarrassed when (Y/N) healed them, Bakugo felt a sense of bliss. He wanted to be degraded by her, to feel her spit on his skin and hear her mean remarks. Every time he needed healing, he came running right to (Y/N), just to experience that again.
At first he thought he wanted to be the one in charge in everything he did, but this feeling of being dominated wasn’t all that bad.
He barely contained a smile when (Y/N) rushed into her office like she usually does. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Bakugo sitting in her chair. Looking him up and down with her stoic eyes, she said: “Why did I have the feeling I might run into you again today? You really are a shitty hero, getting hurt like that every week. I think it’s time for a career change. I heard they need more nannies in the area, that sounds like a more suitable job for you.”
Her words stung slightly, but in a good way.
Bakugo didn’t want to admit that he could’ve easily dodged that villain’s attack earlier today. After all, if he got hurt, he could see (Y/N) again).
He acted as annoyed as possible and retorted: “Those shitty villains are using the dirtiest fighting techniques I’ve ever seen. I didn’t become a hero to dodge fucking pocket sand.”
“Are you sure this isn’t just an excuse to see me?” (Y/N) mockingly asked, resting one hand on her hip.
Bakugo blinked his eyes rapidly and averted his gaze, feeling his entire face becoming hot. “W-why would you think that? I came because I’m hurt. I need healing, so fucking heal me already!”
(Y/N) hummed to herself: “I see, I see. Alright, I’ll heal you…”
Before Bakugo realised it, (Y/N) jumped on the stair, straddling him. She let one hand rest on his shoulder, while her other hand grabbed his jaw tightly. She squeezed lightly, forcing him to open his mouth.
“… but I’ll do it a bit differently today.”
She let her tongue trail over his bottom lip, before diving in his mouth. Her tongue wrapped itself around his, as she pressed her lips firmly against him.
As their tongues were locked, Bakugo could feel his mind becoming hazy. Taste, smell, touch; all of his senses were completely filled with her. He felt like a toy being pushed around and used for someone else’s pleasure, but that only made him more excited. He was being completely and utterly dominated by (Y/N).
And it felt so good.
An involuntary moan escaped his lips as he lost himself in her touch. He didn’t even notice that the pain was slowly disappearing from his body as her saliva was healing him.
When his wound was fully healed, (Y/N) broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting their mouths. She couldn’t help but chuckle, when she saw his dazed and flushed face. “There you go, all better.”
(Y/N) removed herself from the chair and walked to the exit with swaying hips. With a wink, she said: “You can also come visit me when you’re not hurt.”
Then she walked away, leaving Bakugo alone in the room. Frustrated, Bakugo slammed his fist on the chair. How could she leave him like that? She needs to come back and finish what she started, dammit!
His anger disappeared when he thought about what just happened. Remembering the way she topped him, how she kissed him, made his heart go wild. His finger brushed over his bottom lip where her tongue touched him. He needed her to do it again. He needs to feel her on top of him, to use him to make herself feel good, to mock him for liking it.
Embarassed by his own thoughts, he hid his face in his hands.
Fuck, he really is a bottom
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“you come here often then?” “well considering i work here, yes”
pairing: satoru gojo x female reader
cw: fluff and language
word count: 2100+
information: the great conjunction collab masterlist by @suna-reversed
a/n: ugh yeah have fun reading this, it’s probably crap because i waffled a bit and made gojo become an idiot
summary: in which gojo can’t help but have an infatuation with you as soon as he sees you through the glass window of a restaurant, now finally meeting you he can’t help but become an unaware teenager in front of you
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Gojo would hate to admit it but seeing the way you swerved past the customers at the restaurant was a dance in his eyes. The way you easily carried three plates on your arms and still had a calm and collected face. Even if he was a powerful jujutsu sorcerer the ability you had to still chat to people even when you were on your knees picking up the glass one of the customers happened to drop infatuated the man.
It wasn’t like he was busy, Yuji, Nobara and Megumi had decided to go out into the city and being the responsible adult he was he tagged along. Even if he had no idea where the three had gone, he had better things to watch as he stared through the window, any person inside would have noticed him. He was almost gawking but the way they either dismissed his wide mouth or genuinely couldn’t see him was an issue they could handle.
He continued watching you speak to the customers, the black blouse hugging your form as you took another order. The restaurant seemed busy, even if it was the lunch rush, the way you easily handled it with that perfect pretty smile. How could Gojo not stare at you, with those bright eyes that filled him with a passion he hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe it was stupid to go in, to ask for your number, he was a Jujutsu Sorcerer for one thing but the fact he didn’t even know your name would make it seem creepy.
He stook to watching through the window, occasionally going on his phone to not cause any disruption with his clear blue gaze at your form. He looked up watching how you continued to skim past customers, talk to the customers, even cooing at the babies.
Hearing a loud crash behind him, he turned to be met with the three delinquents, the three-looking confused at why Gojo had been standing all doe eyed. “What’s wrong with him?” Megumi muttered.
“He always looks like that?” Yuji was barely concentrating as some shop nearby had caught his eye.
Nobara understood where he had been looking, could see that he had seen something he wanted. Her eyes went to the restaurant seeing your form taking plates away from an empty table. “He has a crush.” Her voice was loud as the two boys whipped their heads to give a confused look, Nobara pointed through the window as both her and Yuji went straight up to the glass staring right at you.
“Get away from the window.” Gojo spoke, grabbing their collars as he pulled them away from the window. “I don’t have a crush, that’s not my thing.”
“Sure, sure.” Yuji laughed as Gojo was clearly flushed from the way his ears became red and how his voice cracked as he tried to form words.
Megumi rolled his eyes as he spoke out loud, “leave him alone, even if he did have a crush that’s not our business, and it’s not like anybody would go for him.”
Gojo turned to face Megumi with his eyebrows raised, Megumi’s tone had been calm and without any malice but the way Nobara and Yuji laughed at the comment made Gojo roll his eyes. “I liked it when you weren't here.”
They dismissed his comment as they decided to head back home, Gojo gave one more look back through the wide window. The way you move your finger to brush your hair behind your head talked with the customers. You’d just be another woman who he had never gotten the chance to speak to, another woman who probably had a life that didn’t need the disruption of sorcerers and curses.
Turning back around he walked behind them, hands in his pocket as they all hurried back to the Jujutsu High.
It had been a week since he had seen you through the window of the restaurant, the three had been sent on a mission on their own as Gojo had found himself stuck inside after the incidents had occurred. Finding boredom through texting Nanami irritable messages, he got a reply he never expected from the blond, a meeting place for lunch.
It was highly unusual for Nanami to ask for something but whatever the issue was Gojo would be there without a second question. His eyes fixated on the address which sounded so familiar, he didn’t realise where he was until he stared directly at the restaurant. The restaurant you worked out, it had to be a coincidence. It couldn’t be that Nanami knew from Nobara or the others clearly wanted to have a conversation with you.
But just as he walked through the doors, the gold bell ringing, your head beamed from the doors of the kitchen watching to see who it was. The restaurant was empty as the lunch rush had finished and the only one’s left were regulars or the mysterious white-haired man.
He walked straight to one of your tables as he went to the blond, “Y/n, I don’t pay you to talk all day.” The manager said as you rolled your eyes laughing, you shook your head as you grabbed your apron staring at the two men.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You muttered as he shook his head, even if you brought in a lot of customers and got the highest paid tips he questioned how you had gotten the job in the first place.
You walked straight to the table, a happy smile on your face as you undid your pen and flipped the notepad open. “Hi, I’m Y/n, I’ll be your server today, can I get you any drinks to start off with?”
Gojo eyes stayed fixated on your form as you gave the two men a happy look, “coffee.” Nanami spoke as the two of you turned to face the white-haired man.
“Not…nothing.” You nodded as Gojo had paused at how close you were to him, you stared back at them as you wrote the single drink down.
“And can I get you any starters?”
You barely looked up at them as Nanami spoke out some food items Gojo couldn’t comprehend, after scribbling it down you looked up. “Always the hungry one aren’t we Nanami.”
Gojo’s face fell as he stared at Nanami who rolled his eyes, you giving a chuckle as Nanami rolled his eyes at your antics. “Gojo meet Y/n Y/l/n, Y/n meet Satoru Gojo, she’s a friend and he…”
“Was the guy staring at me last week through the window.” You interrupted as Gojo didn’t look up through his sunglasses, you could see a spec of blue come through and he looked different from last week but still the handsome guy your customers had noticed gawking at you.
“You were doing what?” Nanami questioned as you laughed at the blond staring daggers at his friend.
Gojo leaned back on his chair as he tried to replace his embarrassment with another emotion, “I wasn’t staring.”
“My customers called it gawking.” You laughed once more before beginning the walk back to get the two men food.
Gojo’s eyes stayed fixated on your form as you left to grab the food, Nanami clicking his fingers in front of the man's face. He couldn’t help but stare at your form, how pretty you looked in full view, how you laughed off his clear gawking at you and how he knew you had a pretty name to match your pretty face.
“How do you know her?” Gojo spoke after you had gone into the kitchen, Nanami raising an eyebrow before replying.
“Before I became a Jujutsu Sorcerer again, I met her here and we became friends…I do have friends, Gojo.” He muttered as he stared at the menu and what he wanted to eat.
Gojo didn’t bother staring at the menu as all he wanted to do was become friends with you, he thought you were perfect. The way you laughed was even perfect but most importantly if you could handle Nanami he would be able to get along with you easily.
“She gets people handing her numbers every day, you can’t just give her your number.” Nanami hinted as he did want to see you happy and if it meant a date with Gojo then who was he to judge.
Nanami had only picked this place after you had spoken of the weird white-haired man who had been surrounded by three teenagers wearing blue uniforms. In an instant Nanami knew who you were talking about he couldn’t help but see how Gojo would react to seeing you once again.
You came back with the food as Nanami leant back grabbing the food as he wanted to see how Gojo would ask for your number. Gojo had one thing in his mind, and it was how pretty you looked, he barely even knew you but the urge to get to know you succumbed him.
All he had to ask was for your number, that was ask for your number and he could start something with you. But the words that formed out of his mouth was not what either Nanami or you expected.
“You come here often then?”
You let out a laugh as Gojo couldn’t dare look at you, he felt like a child in front of you and Nanami was enjoying all of it. “Well considering I work here, yes.”
Gojo knew he had lost his chance as you laughed once more before walking away to go to your other tables. “That was unexpected.”
“This is your fault; I would’ve never said it if you hadn’t told me she rejects every guy who asks her out.”
“I never said that.” Nanami spoke nonchalantly as he continued to play with the food.
It seemed like the rest of the lunch was going to be awkward as you hurriedly passed their main meal before going to another table. Nanami spoke of Yuji’s progress as Gojo was barely listening, staring off into the distance. It seemed like he had ruined any chance to ever get to know you, rolling his eyes as the two of them finished their meals.
“If there’s anything else you two need just ask, but i'll bring you the receipt.” You smiled at the two before leaving once more, never to chat or make conversation just making simple cordial comments before hurrying away to grab drinks for another table.
Nanami stood up as he stretched sorting his tie out as he looked at Gojo, “It’s on you.”
He didn’t say anything else as he walked out of the restaurant giving a nod goodbye to you as you had turned to see Gojo on his own. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Gojo’s mouth had turned downwards in anger as you passed the receipt to him.
He was cute enough and funny from what you had gathered from Nanami. His awkwardness or most likely staleness from not flirting in a while had been cute. You bit your lip questioning if you should do it, but you grabbed your notepad as you wrote down a time and place on it. Slipping it inside you walked over placing it to the side of Gojo as you gave a smile before leaving.
His eyes went down as he opened the booklet, grabbing the receipt and seeing the cost, already cursing out Nanami. Grabbing some cash he slipped it inside before he noticed the note, seeing a time and place, he turned to see you staring at him from the register.
“Really?” He mouthed as you chuckled at him.
Walking closer as you wanted to talk to him properly, “really? I can’t let an attractive guy who can’t help stare at me, walk away from me?”
He chuckled lightly as he leaned back, glasses on the bridge of his nose as you saw his crystal blue eyes. The passion and lust felt through his warm gaze as he smiled at you, “you saying I’m attractive.”
You lean forward having taken Nanami’s seat, “I guess I am.” He leans forward himself, faces a mere inch from each other as you give a light chuckle. Feeling your warm breath fan against his face, “if you’re even a second late then I will get Nanami to beat you up.”
“You wound me.” He laughs as you roll your eyes at his comment, “I would never be late for a pretty girl.”
You give one last smile before standing up with a happy glee, he watches you take the money as he takes the note. He couldn’t help but not stare at your form as he stood outside the window once more, the way you worked with customers with such love for them all. You noticed him staring as you turned to the window smiling once more.
You had acknowledged him and that was all that he had ever wanted since last week. Waving a goodbye, you waved back as he finally walked away from the store. Ready for a whole new world with you at the centre of it.
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It’s Okay (drabble)
Genre: Nonidol, a/b/o, a bit of angst from reader, fluff, established relationship
Pairings: Alpha!Seokjin x Omega!gender-neutral reader
Warnings: None
W/C: 1,285
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something small and sweet for a while now. Literally the summary popped in and said hello and demanded to be wrote.
Summary: Seokjin comes home to you making a nest which is… unusual.
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"What are you doing?" The question comes as Seokjin takes in the atmosphere of the current state of the bedroom.
Walking through the front door things were off. The usual sweet scent of lavender and rosemary were replaced with the scent of rotten oranges. Before reaching the bedroom, all the couch pillows were gone along with the few throw blankets that were laying around. Guest bedrooms were completely scavenged of blankets and pillows.
You have never done this. Even though you’re an omega, you never have nested before or for as long as you two have been together and that’s been a while.
You were stacking the last of the pillows onto the bed when caught. “I…” You had no idea what you were doing either but you did know nothing was organized in the way that you wanted it and that felt frustrating just looking at it. “I don’t know.” The sudden feeling of embarrassment overcomes you as you sit in the pile. Your parents were both alphas so when you came along it was shocking when you presented as an omega.
When an alpha and another alpha have a baby, it’s rare. It’s even rarer that the baby ends up being an omega. Nonetheless, they loved you but the mindset of growing up in the shadows of alphas never left you. In a way, you felt a bit broken. You weren’t like them but you also didn’t act like an omega.
It was common for the omega to just stay home but you didn’t want that. No, you got a few jobs in the past and were currently somehow still working at a restaurant. It was hard to get work as an omega since no one wanted to grow out of old ways.
Seokjin comes over to sit next to you on the messy bed. “What’s wrong, my love?” A gentle hand is placed on your knee. Your scent wasn’t getting any better so something was clearly up. “Did something happen at work?” Of course, it was something at work. It was the only time the two of you were away from each other except for when Seokjin had business trips to attend.
You knew Seokjin didn’t mind you ranting out your feelings but sometimes, like now, you just wanted to curl up in bed. “Yeah..” You speak softly, hanging your head low. You were still reeling with embarrassment from being caught attempting to build a nest. There were a few times in the past where you had wanted to build one but it just never felt right. “I kind of messed up a lot today.” The tickling heat of tears can be felt building up around your eyes and nose as you recall the events.
It started off like any other day. The normal morning rush and, of course, the usual lunch rush but today was the busiest workday you've ever experienced. Orders were getting mixed up causing everything to become slower as you tried fixing it, a tray of drinks slipping out of your hands destroying all the glassware, even the computer system went down for a few hours making a payment with a card impossible. By far the angriest customers in one day you have ever dealt with. Sure, making a few mistakes here and there was okay but for an entire day was just too much.
“It’s okay, let's not worry about it right now.” If you weren’t speaking now then it was clear to Seokjin that you weren’t up for a recap. Instead, he stands looking at the pile of blankets and pillows. “Do you want me to help you with this?” You looked surprised at him before turning your head to the bed. “I don’t know. I think I should put everything back.”
“You seemed like you were on a mission before I interrupted. Why not give it a try since everything is here?” Seokjin was being so gentle and encouraging. You ponder a moment before agreeing. There was still awkwardness lingering in you. Nesting was so commonly known to be done by omegas and yet here you are attempting your first. Even when you went through heats, you never made one but the temptation was always there.
“Want me to leave?” You didn’t want to say yes to him as he literally just got home but you also didn’t want to say no. Seokjin reaches down, petting your head. “How about I make a snack run for us?” He was trying to give you some privacy seeing how uncomfortable you were with this new action. “Can we order takeout?”
The two of you settled on tteok-bokki and kimchi fried rice, something familiar before Seokjin is headed to the store.
You returned to the room now alone with the mess. Seokjin would be back within forty minutes or less. It felt odd. You didn’t know what to do but at the same time, you knew exactly what to do. With some minutes going by trying to decide rather put everything back or to make an attempt. You heard Seokjin’s ‘why not’ ring through your head and decided to take on the action once again.
The pillows were laid out like a barrier on the edges of the bed with a few of the lighter blankets covering them. The bigger blankets and some smaller pillows from the couch were inside. It made the bed look like an actual nest.
Crawling over into the nest for the first time ever was the most affirming thing you’d experience as an omega. What about it was suddenly making you feel so much better and just euphoric? It was so new to you still you couldn’t put a finger on it. Curling up in the blankets, you basked in the new warm and fuzzy feeling. This was definitely something you have been missing out on.
Time seemed to fly by because Seokjin was suddenly home again and the discomfiture was threatening to start welling up again.
You only raised up enough to peek over the edge of the fluffy walls around you when you heard the rustling of plastic and feet walking into the room. It felt like there was a hand reaching into Seokjin’s chest and just squeezing his heart as tight as possible seeing his omega in their first nest. It was by far the most endearing thing he’d ever seen you do.
“It looks nice, may I come in?”
Seokjin didn’t know much about the nesting process, especially how it was with you. Even be possessive over their space. Earlier, he could sense there was uneasiness about it, thus the reason he thought to go out for a bit. He was glad he did because getting to witness you like this was going to be memorable for a long time.
“Of course!” Your voice sounded tiny and as if you were starting to destress. It brought a sense of happiness and relief that you were.
After very carefully climbing into the nest, making sure not to knock anything out of place, he planted a kiss on your forehead before going through the two bags of snacks with you. The only time you left the nest was to eat the takeout food in the kitchen as you feared it would get on something if eaten in the newly built nest. Though, you still ate snacks in it. That night when the two of you laid down finally, you told Seokjin about what happened at work.
“It’s okay. Mistakes happen sometimes when we least expect them. I’m sure everything will be okay.” With reassuring words, your head calms for the moment as Seokjin holds you a little tighter for the night.
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