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felikatze · 2 years

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Sora-Baldr Parallels and KH4 Predictions

As per this post, Sora and Xehanort are heavily paralleld in Kingdom Hearts 3, with Sora being Xehanort’s symbolic successor when Xehanort officially bequeaths him the X-Blade. Dark Road in turn parallels Xehanort and Baldr, which opens the door to comparing Baldr and Sora in turn.

First, I’d like to establish a line of succession, so to speak, through how Baldr’s and Xehanort’s deaths play out.

The setting and circumstances of both are exceedingly similar.

Baldr: Checkmate.

(forgive the youtube bar dudes. but hey, the timestamp lets you cross-reference more easily!)

Kingdom Hearts 3′s finale is the first time we see Scala Ad Caelum, specifically in its “light” dark road incarnation, as opposed to its “dark” missing link incarnation.

Though the design appears differently, both confrontations take place atop Scala Ad Caelum’s tower, under an open sky. Both antagonists purposefully choose this location, calling the tower “somewhere worthy of the occasion.”

Baldr: Let’s finish this somewhere worthy of the occasion.

Presumably, its because the tower’s roof is the location in SaC that’s closest to the sky, hence SaC being named “ladder to the sky.” With Kingdom Hearts being a moon, it additionally makes sense for the roof to be closest to Kingdom Hearts.

The summoning of Kingdom Hearts is also the intent of both antagonists. Both intend to “purge the world,” albeit to different ends.

Eraqus: You were after Kingdom Hearts too?

Both of them want to “purge the world.” Xehanort, because he believes it will return the world to being pure light. Baldr, because he believes it will sink the world into darkness.

Xehanort: A purge... The World will be returned whence it started.

Xehanort: Wait. Calling on that power would purge the world, which means that darkness- you- would disappear.

Baldr: You don‘t get it. Once all is purged, the world will be reborn in darkness.

Eraqus: So Vidar‘s plan wouldn‘t have worked… It was all for nothing.

Furthermore, the confrontations play out similarly through a different parallel: Eraqus and Hoder.

In an attempt to stop their friends, Hoder and Eraqus both appear as spirits, having journeyed there on the hearts of others specifically for this purpose.

Eraqus: Checkmate.

Both spirits appear after the actual boss fight itself (for gameplay purposes), yet create the opportunity for the battle to truly end.

Hoder’s interference distracts Baldr for long enough for Odin to trap him, thus allowing Xehanort to finish him off. Eraqus, meanwhile, plain makes Xehanort give up and stop fighting.

(The difference in results here, Hoder’s failure versus Eraqus’ success, is a topic for a different post, really, so I’ll refrain.)

Hoder and Eraqus are additionally paralleld as being Baldr’s and Xehanort’s light.

Baldr: You and I, we stand by the light only to cast shadows and beget darkness; you with Eraqus, me with my sister.

(We will be coming back to this point)

Eraqus is the one who ends up pulling Xehanort out of darkness, just as he promised.

Eraqus: Knowing you, if you wound up wandering into the darkness, you‘d try to escape on your own and just end up heading deeper in. But not if I were around to rescue you. You‘re welcome, buddy.

When putting these scenes next to each other, Xehanort takes the place of Baldr, Eraqus takes the place of Hoder, and Sora takes the place of Xehanort.

What for? Well, I’d say this moment, Baldr’s death, is what inspired Xehanort to become the seeker of darkness in the first place.

Baldr: I see myself... in you...

Baldr: Seek answers... to the unjust ways of the world... to the darkness...

“Seek answers to the darkness.” As illustrated above, Xehanort ends up following nigh exactly in Baldr’s footsteps, meeting his same end at the same place under the same circumstances.

Xehanort has, in a way, become Baldr’s ideological successor.

Darkness: If you no longer have hope for this world, purge it.

Xehanort: The World needs someone to stand up and lead. Someone strong, to stop the weak from polluting the World with their endless darkness.

Xehanort separates people into “the strong” and “the weak.” Baldr separates people into “dark” and “light.” Baldr says both he and Xehanort are dark, whereas people like Eraqus and Hoder are light. By Xehanort’s own ideology, he is weak for spreading darkness, even as a means to an end.

Baldr: I understood then that there were two kinds of people: people like you and Eraqus, and people like me. I knew I would be left behind. That‘s why I chased after you and your light.

Makes sense then, that he truly wasn’t strong enough.

I bring this up because Kingdom Hearts 3′s finale clearly makes Sora Xehanort’s successor.

In your hand, take this key, and all that.

Xehanort, who followed in Baldr’s footsteps, passes his legacy to Sora. Notably, Sora was never officially bequeathed. This is Sora’s first proper ceremony as a keyblade wielder.

Therefore, I feel its fair game to further compare Sora and Baldr. Baldr predicted Xehanort’s future, and may predict Sora’s as well.

The two characters have some similarities. One parallel Baldr draws between himself and Xehanort is their ability to feel other’s hearts, and connect with others.

Baldr / Darkness: Baldr was especially sensitive to the hearts of others, as are you, Xehanort. And few emotions are more potent than animosity.

Baldr / Darkness: When Baldr felt the darkness within- darkness born from your unwavering devotion to light- it grew and grew until it became his own. And now, as light watches over us, as you face me, he can see what hides in the depths of your heart.

Sora’s nigh instinctual ability to connect with others has always been one of his defining characteristics and greatest strengths. No matter where he goes, Sora will find a way to connect with others and draw strength from those bonds.

Baldr and Xehanort have, or had, a similar ability. And yet, their insight made them see the darkness in others, whereas Sora kept unwavering faith in light.

Sora: That’s weird. It’s like something’s squeezing me inside!

Riku: Somebody up there must be sad.

Sora: Up where?

Riku: They say every world is connected by one great big sky. So maybe there’s somebody up there in all those worlds who’s really hurting, and they’re waiting for you to help them.

Sora could feel Ventus’ hurt all the way from a different world.

Throughout the series, Sora also takes the emotions of others for his own. Think of moments in Kingdom Hearts 2 where he can feel Roxas’ heart within his own.

It’s Sora‘s greatest strength, yes, but this same ability was Baldr’s downfall.

Baldr: But the more darkness I felt, the deeper my heart sank into the abyss.

Baldr: It started to consume me, until one day, I realized the darkness I thought was theirs was in truth mine.

I’ve made a post about this before, but just to reiterate: Sora’s darkness is growing throughout the series. And yet, Sora does not acknowledge it. It is not his own darkness that he fights, it is the darkness of others, surely.

Sora’s connections are his weakness, too, as pointed out in this fantastic post by embraceyourdestiny with additions from tharkflark1.

I can’t find the post at the moment, but, in addition to Sora’s darkness growing, the Darkside is a Heartless often connected to it, by appearing in Sora’s Dive to the Heart, and through Data Sora’s Heartless taking the shape of one.

Therefore,

a great big Darkside in the KH4 trailer!

If we take these parallels to predict what Sora may go through in KH4, I would bet good money that Sora has to confront his own darkness, realize it is his own, just as Baldr did.

How Sora arrived in Quadratum is in itself a parallel to Baldr.

Sora sleeps for seven days.

Strelitzia: You’ve been asleep since you arrived in this world seven days ago.

People have pointed this out as a potential reference to The World Ends With You, which I agree with. TWEWY’s Reaper’s Game takes place in Shibuya, which is where Sora ended up (even using the 104 Building for its real life equivalent, same as TWEWY), over seven days, which is how long Sora slept. TWEWY also connects to the theme of the afterlife and coming back to life, pointing to Sora’s disappearance form reality.

But this post isn’t about TWEWY parallels. I think this is potentially another parallel as well.

Namely, to Baldr’s confinement and fall to darkness in precisely seven days.

We don’t yet know how Sora is doing in Quadratum; we’ve only seen him fight. We don’t know how his disappearance may have changed him.

Returning to a previous point: How Sora came to be in Quadratum in the first place. Sora overused the Power of Waking, which untethered him from reality.

But, why?

Baldr: You and I, we stand by the light only to cast shadows and beget darkness; you with Eraqus, me with my sister.

Baldr: And when that light disappears, we lose our purpose and are swallowed by the void.

Sora was swallowed by the void, by unreality, because he lost his light.

If Xehanort takes the place of Baldr, Eraqus takes the place of Hoder, and Sora takes the place of Xehanort, who takes the place of Eraqus? Who is Sora’s light?

Honestly, I’m not giving a clear answer on that one. Whether you believe that Riku is the light, or that Kairi is, what matters is that Sora lost them. And that loss pushed him to desparation, to sacrifice.

The loss of his light is what lead him to Quadratum, same as the loss of Hoder led Baldr to darkness, after seven days of isolation.

The closer you get to light, the greater your shadow becomes.

Dark Road offers a lot more nuance on the topic of light and darkness. Darkness isn’t evil, and light isn’t good. Both can bring order.

Baldr: Hearts aren’t ruled by just light or darkness; it’s not that simple.

Sigrun: There might not be a clear difference between the light and darkness in people‘s hearts.

Helgi: It‘s all about different beliefs. People want to believe they‘re right, so anyone who goes against them is wrong, making them darkness in the eye of the beholder.

Heimdall: In every world, there was strife born of conflicting beliefs. Instead of creating a divide like light and darkness, maybe there‘s a way for everyone to coexist.

I believe Dark Road’s finale, having come out well after KH3 and now coming on the heels of the KH4 trailer, shows us what is to come for the series, and for Sora.

Sora has been cut loose from all he knows. He’s on his own. He has lost his light and been swallowed by the void. Thus, I believe that Sora will have to finally face his own darkness, and accept it. He has to confront his worldview and understand that not all darkness is evil, and that no one can be truly free of it. Darkness born from unwavering devotion to light, that Sora has ignored and pushed down.

What Sora being on his own looks like is still up in the air.

Baldr: Believe what you will, but I‘m not the ancient darkness you suspect. I am the unknown- that which you fear- and that fear is what gave me shape and form. I am the terror in your minds, the shadow that lurks in the forgotten recesses of your hearts.

Sora must face the unknown.

Let’s just hope Sora doesn’t repeat the cycle, shall we?

#kingdom hearts #khdr #khdr spoilers #baldr kh #sora kh #feli speaks #long post #all the tags cuz i'm proud of this one #this took uhh (looks at clock) mayhaps three hours #love the parallels love using baldr to try and predict sora bcuz that Hurts #a lot of aspects focused on sora draw from other posts bcuz like #i already made a sora's darkness post just go read that one i dont need to repeat myself

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selfcarecap · 3 years

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Can you maybe write something where there's a sleepover at Ned's and Peter and reader stay up all night talking because they can't sleep 🤧❤️

-this is a repost of an old fic- no warnings needed i think

It’s been two hours since you all went to sleep. Okay, two hours since you all got into bed, one hour since you all stopped giggling and talking and really went to sleep.

It seems like you’re the last one awake. You, MJ and Betty are sharing Ned’s big bed, Ned’s on a separate mattress on the floor and Peter is just on the carpet - he insisted on it.

You’ve accepted that you’re most likely going to be up all night. But you had an amazing night with your friends, so it’s not too bad.

A few minutes later you hear Peter tossing and turning, eventually letting out a yawn that sounds very much like he’s awake.

It’s probably too dark for him to see that your eyes are open, but you lift up your hand, waving at him and he sees it.

He lifts his head to make sure he saw right, “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he whispers back, sounding just as awake as he did a few hours back.

After a few seconds of contemplating, you quietly get out of bed, opening the door to the hallway, letting in at least some light. You motion for Peter to come with you, and he jumps up immediately, squeezing past you.

“Hi,” he says again, after you shut the door to Ned’s room.

It’s weird being awake so late with a boy, alone with a boy. Especially when that boy is Peter Parker.

It’s dark outside but the windows in the hallway don’t have curtains, so there’s enough light for you to see each other normally.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you say, pulling your sweatshirt over your fingers.

“Me neither… Do you want to go to the living room so we can talk or something? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anyway.”

You nod, pulling him into the living room where you switch on a little lamp.

Peter takes the fluffy blanket from the side and drapes it across both your laps. Well mostly yours, and you scoot closer to him so you both get the same amount of blanket.

“I often have problems sleeping anywhere except in my own bed. Even when we‘re on holiday I have to take a few days to get accustomed to the bed and by the time I can sleep there we‘re going home again,” you tell Peter, laying your head on the headrest of the couch.

He smiles at you, thinking of what to say, “Actually… Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“This is my first sleepover… ever, and I was kinda nervous about it. But now that I’m with you I’m comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable too,” you say, although your heart feels like it’s going to leap from your chest any second and his nervous smile tells you he’s also not as calm as he says he is.

“Ned has slept at my place a few times since I have bunk beds but I’ve never slept at his place.”

“Bunk beds? That’s so cool,” you smile, hoping he gets the hint. And he does.

“Yeah, you have to come see them sometime. I mean, they’re not special but they’re bunk beds so, if you like bunk beds, then you’ll like them.”

You giggle, making a bold move and taking his hand. His fingers slip between yours, his clammy palm touching you.

You haven’t felt this nervous around Peter since you met him.

Being the new girl at school had seemed so terrifying but you became friends with him the first day, eventually meeting the other people from his friend group too, and you immediately felt welcomed.

Even though you liked all of them and felt like they liked you back too, Peter was your favourite from the start.

And even though they were all kind to you, you never quite felt like you fit in like the others, since they had all known each other for years.

Being invited to this sleepover was what made you feel like a fully accepted part of the group, but Peter has been making you feel fully accepted from the day you met.

While the others always made inside jokes and only explained them after you asked, Peter always explained it to you before he made the joke. By now you have your own inside jokes anyway, and they always make your heart flutter.

You’ve always felt like Peter liked you just as much as the other members of the group, if not more and you can only reciprocate the feeling.

With your hands intertwined, you and Peter end up talking for hours, your nervousness eventually subsiding as you get sleepier and sleepier.

—

You wake up to whispered shouting, and some movement next to you, but you can’t quite open your eyes yet.

Is that a pillow you’re resting your head on?

“Ned- no don‘t you dare. Ned no I swear to-”

You’re pushed to the side a little, feeling wet trickle down your arm, making you finally open your eyes.

You suddenly remember you’re at Ned’s and- did you fall asleep in the sitting room?

Looking to the side you see Peter with wet hair and more of the water spreading on his shirt.

He’s glaring at Ned, who you see as you turn further. He has an empty glass in his hand, giggling with MJ and Betty by his side.

Peter pushes a hand through his hair, seeing you awake now, his expression changing into a smile, “Oh hey, you’re awake. Sorry, that was Ned’s fault,” he says that through gritted teeth, looking back at his best friend.

“Why are you wet?” you ask.

“That’s what she said!” Ned laughs and you shake your head with a slight smile.

Your three friends disappear into the kitchen, leaving you and Peter alone again.

“Sorry- they woke up and they saw you were still sleeping on me and he wanted to wake us up by pouring water on us but I woke up just in time--”

“I fell asleep on you? Sorry, that must’ve been uncomfortable. You could have just pushed me off,” you feel your face heating up, even more so when you remember how you were holding hands for a few hours.

“Oh no, no I was comfortable too. Even got in a few hours of sleep.”

“I can’t believe I fell asleep either. I must have been really comfortable.”

You watch as Peter’s cheeks turn pink.

“Uh you didn’t tell me why Ned got you instead of me. With the water?”

“Oh. Yeah, well I didn’t want you to be woken up by having water being poured over you so, I took it.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet. You didn’t have to,” you hug him, pulling away again when you graze his wet shirt.

The others are having breakfast already, while you and Peter go back to Ned’s room, gathering fresh clothes from your bags to change into.

You reach into your bag, getting a shirt and jeans, and also some panties.

Just as you’re about to ask Peter if you should go to the bathroom to change, you look up at him, and he’s shirtless.

Your eyes flicker to his abs, they contract and become even more visible when he sees you eyeing him. He coughs when he looks down at you, seeing the panties dangling off your finger that you quickly scrunch up in your hand.

“Um should I go out-” he starts, at the same time as you say, “I can go out-”

“I’ll go out,” he states, cheeks red as he leaves the room while you change.

He’s just zipping up his jeans as you make your way to the bathroom.

You wait for him as he gets his toothbrush, then walk into the bathroom together.

“Oh god, my hair,” Peter laughs as he sees his wet, messy hair in the mirror, brushing a hand through it, trying to tame it while you start brushing your teeth, giggling at his frustrated face.

You find a hairbrush next to the sink, holding it up to him.

“Thanks but… I feel weird using someone else’s hairbrush.”

You take the toothbrush out of your mouth, “Wait, let me try,” you mumble as Peter angles his head down, offering his apple shampoo scented hair to you.

Gently separating the strands, you slowly but surely get rid of the massive tangle in his hair, at all times aware of how his eyes are focussed on your face.

You feel the urge to wipe away the toothpaste that’s still by the corner of your mouth, but you try to appear nonchalant.

“Here,” you offer, “I think your hair-”

He cuts you off by leaning in, pressing his lips to yours gently.

Peter doesn’t even give you a second before he pulls back again, looking at you nervously, now with toothpaste on his lip.

You hold onto his arms, and kiss him again. Just for a few seconds.

You grin at each other afterwards, “You’ve got um,” you motion to your lips.

“Yeah, you too,” he chuckles and you both resume to just brushing your teeth.

As you watch him in the mirror, looking into each other’s eyes, you feel his fingers searching for yours, and quickly take his hand, smiling at him.

You really like this boy.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker #this is like 1.5k words lol #this is quite cute actually lmao #selfcarecap

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petroltogo · 2 years

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Because escapism is my favorite copying strategy I went into the backstories for my KHR super!verse and added more angst. As one does in times like these. I cut the scene afterwards because it didn‘t fit into the new chapter but I may add it at a later point into the story. And if I don‘t, consider this an extra snippet.

No real warnings beyond the previously mentioned angst. Also this will make no sense if you aren‘t at least passingly familiar with my flip a coin [head for villain, tail for hero] verse.

[continues under the cut]

He should be planning his next steps. Figure out what else he can do to improve the state of his mind. Instead Tsuna’s thoughts keep going in circles. Although it‘s less of a circle and more of a straight line that leads into an unexpected direction.

Because— Tsuna hasn‘t thought of the Sasagawa siblings in years.

They used to be neighbors back when Tsuna still lived at home with his mother. The younger one, Kyouko, still comes up in conversations sometimes because she‘s Hana‘s best friend. Tsuna tries hard to ignore those moments though. He‘s spent enough time during his childhood staring at Sasagawa Kyouko, fascinated by her ability to appear harmless, gentle, kind, soft in spite of the flames that burn so brightly within her, they even outshine her brother‘s brilliant light.

Ryohei though? Hana doesn‘t talk about him. Neither does anyone else.

But that doesn‘t mean Tsuna‘s forgotten. No. He still remembers a time in his life, back in middle school, when the mere idea that no one would someday know Sasagawa Ryohei‘s name seemed unimaginably ridiculous to him.

Everyone knew Ryohei. He was friendly, as kind as his sister unless someone said a word against her, but more than that he was loud. Over the top. Powerful. [Stupid, some of the older years sneered behind his back, though they stopped quickly after— after.]

It was an accident. A tragedy. Everyone agreed on that. But an accident nonetheless.

A mental activating their gift in the middle of a heated fight with Ryohei, forcing their will on him without knowing that‘s what they were doing, rearranging his reality to their whim. Making him believe he was no super.

It happened off-school grounds, sometime shortly before Ryohei turned seventeen — and with it old enough to be pre-drafted into Vongola Inc.‘s special training for gifted supers. There were no witnesses around, so the entire story was more gossip than fact. Still well-known among Tsuna‘s neighborhood though. As was the fact that despite involvement of the local authorities the mental in question was never found.

People were… not pleased.

[There were posters for months afterwards, on every lamp post down his street. MENTALS NOT WELCOME, they read. OUTLAW MENTAL GIFTS. And IGNORANCE DOESN’T PROTECT AGAINST PUNISHMENT. Tsuna saw Ryohei stop in front of one of them once, face blank in a way that didn‘t suit him.

He didn’t rip the poster down. He didn’t want to.]

Despite all that drama, it would have been easy to forget Sasagawa Ryohei all too quickly. Being no longer a super in any way that mattered, Ryohei didn’t come back to school anymore and after a while people stopped talking about him. Stopped talking about the Sasagawa siblings period and instead started saying “the Sasagawa girl” instead — safe perhaps for the occasional reminder of why mentals where so dangerous and what could befall innocent supers if they were left to roam the world uninhibited.

Tsuna probably would’ve forgotten too. Middle school had been hard enough as it was and he’d never really known Ryohei. But they were neighbors and so while the rest of the world seemed perfectly at peace to move on without Sasagawa Ryohei, Tsuna spent many afternoons inside his room, looking out of the window down into their neighbors’ backyard.

Watching Ryohei train.

That was the one thing tripping him up back then. The thing Tsuna couldn’t understand.

Ryohei had to know he would never regain his previous strength and capabilities, not with all the training in the world. That people’s pity was fast becoming tinged with mocking as they whispered about his inability to move on. To face what had been done to him, vile as it was, instead of shredding his body to bits with no regards for its new limits. That his parents should just send him to one of those normal schools, give him a chance at a normal life where he wouldn’t spent the rest of his life being found lacking.

Yet none of that ever seemed to stop Ryohei. He trained every day right up until he moved out of his parents’ home the day he turned eighteen.

Tsuna hasn’t seen him since but he knows that Ryohei never stopped training with the same certainty that he knows it wasn’t some random mental who inflicted the damage.

He’s never looked at Kyouko the same.

Back then Tsuna couldn’t understand why Ryohei kept trying. Now… now he thinks he might be starting to.

[Wishes with all his heart he had some of that same fire pushing him forward.]

“Well?” the little boy snaps, apparently tired of being ignored.

Tsuna blinks. Right.

I’m not sure how many of you even know this ‘verse. If there is anyone who read this though: Thoughts?

#rere writes #this could've been a villain's origin story 'verse #sawada tsunayoshi #khr #khr fanfic #major canon divergence #sasagawa ryohei #kyoko sasagawa #prejudice #fucked up society #complicated relationships #drabble #scene from the fourth part of the series #angst

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Pairing: Steve Roger x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Steve make the most out of the last days of summer and decide to visit the local zoo. But as fun and romantic as the activity is, you also have to face the fact that dating a well-known Super Soldier isn't always easy.

Warnings: It's pretty much just pure fluff, with the tiniest sparks of angst. Pet names (mostly Sweetheart & Angel) and some teasing. Maybe an undetected swearword or two.

If there are any warnings, that you think are missing, please don‘t hesitate to reach out and tell me, so I can add them accordingly.

A/N: This is my first time writing and sharing a story, so if you're reading this, I hope you enjoy!

“Sweetheart, are you ready yet?”

Steve calls out from the bedroom, hoping you’ll hear him while you’re getting ready a few doors down in the bathroom.

“Yes! I’m almost done!” you shout back, straightening your t-shirt and taking one last look in the mirror.

The excitement you feel is clearly written on your face, and you can’t help but let out a small squeal at the thought of all the animals you’ll be going to see and pet.

You are so caught up in your little daydream, that you don’t notice Steve’s approaching footsteps or the soft opening of the bathroom door.

With your mind still occupied, you turn around to leave the bathroom, only to be met with the sudden and unsuspected sight of Steve leaning casually against the door frame, smiling down at you lovingly.

“Good God, Steve!” you exclaim startled, clutching your hand to your chest, trying to calm down your now rapid heartbeat. Steve’s adoring gaze quickly turns into a more apologetic one, once he realizes that he accidentally scared you.

“Sorry Angel, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” he concedes, while gently pulling you closer and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Hm,‘s not your fault.” you whisper against them whilst playing with the soft strands of hair at the back of his neck. Steve just hums at that, before tightening his arms around you and gently kissing your shoulder.

“So, you’re ready to go?” he murmurs against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You only manage to nod in approval, not wanting to disturb the little moment of tenderness that engulfs the two of you. But once Steve starts to draw soft patterns on your back, you can’t help but let out a small sigh of content, snuggling closer to his chest and basking in the feeling of his gentle embrace.

The moment is short-lived though, as Steve decides to break the otherwise comfortable silence. “We should get going soon,” he mumbles, voice low, as he gently untangles himself from you.

Even though you try not to, you let out a soft whine, voicing your displeasure at the loss of his touch, making Steve coo.

“You can get all the cuddles you want Sweetheart, when we’re back from our little trip.” A small huff escapes your lips before you demonstratively hold out your pinky finger to him.

The sight of your stubborn determination makes Steve laugh, and the warmth of its sound fills both the room and your heart, making you smile.

“I pinky promise that you can get all the cuddles you want, Sweetheart.” Steve adoringly whispers, intertwining your little fingers, before pulling you into him again, gently kissing your forehead.

Your hands instinctively grab and hold on to him, trying to get him closer, and your honest display of affection and longing for him makes his heart flutter.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he coos, “I thought you were excited about going to the zoo, hm?”

Oh god, the zoo!

You almost forgot about that completely, and by your wide-eyed reaction, Steve can clearly tell.

“So, you want to keep the penguins waiting, or… ?” he teases, and you playfully slap his side before reluctantly letting go and trying to move past him.

“You know, if you’d rather stay in today and have the zoo-date another time, we can always reschedule.” He says, his eyes searching yours, trying to communicate the same reassurance that his voice transports.

“No.” you chirp. The excitement from earlier is already back in your eyes, and you shake your head to emphasize your stand. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to keep the penguins waiting.” you add.

“Alright, then let’s get our things and get going. There is only so little time, and so many animals to see.”

“And plants!” you add enthusiastically, being almost equally excited about the small botanical garden that’s incorporated in the more tropical segment of the zoo.

“And the plants.” Steve agrees, while following you down the hallway, smiling.

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While you were getting ready earlier, Steve had packed everything you two could possibly need into a big, sturdy backpack.

“I think we have everything.” Steve mumbles, more to himself than to you, while briefly going through its content again. “We have some sunscreen, sunglasses, water bottles and those sandwiches you helped me make, some snacks and fruits, money for the tickets, keys …”

He trails off, looking over the room once more, trying to think of anything he might have forgotten.

When he spots his baseball cap near the entrance, he speaks up again.

“Sweetheart, do you want to take a hat with you? The weather is supposed to get even hotter, and I don’t want you to get a heatstroke or something.”

“I think I’ll be fine, Stevie.” your voice is a little bit mumbled, since you’re currently kneeling on the ground, preoccupied with trying to tie up your sneakers.

“Alright! Well, I’ll be wearing mine, at least at the beginning …”

Steve doesn’t finish his sentence; he doesn’t need to – you already know what he is trying to say.

He’ll be wearing the cap not as a prevention for a possible heatstroke, but for the simple sake of at least some sense of anonymity, trying to lessen the chances of him being recognized.

It’s not like Steve hates the attention he often gets from the public. There are times when he is more than happy to stop for a quick photo or a handshake, but when he is out and about with you by his side, he does desire a certain sense of privacy, and so do you.

When you two first started dating, that was the hardest thing to get used to, and truth be told, you still struggle with it.

Obviously, you’d been aware of Steve’s public persona as Captain America, and the responsibility that the title entailed, long before you even started dating, but the visibility and public scrutiny that came with his occupation, was rather new to you.

Especially once the word got out, that the two of you were dating. Suddenly parts of the public interest that were initially focused on him also shifted on to you.

You used to joke, that if you’d get a dollar every time Steve and you get approached by people in public, you’d easily be able to compete with Tony’s net worth. And while you were obliviously exaggerating and making fun of the situation, Steve could also tell that it was taking somewhat of a toll on you.

To be fair, it wasn’t like you hated those encounters across the board. There were, and still are, a lot of times where Steve’s interactions with the public are nice to watch and take part of.

The number of times, for example, that random children would approach him, starstruck and starry-eyed, are as countless as they are endearing, which is to say, very - and, subsequently, many.

It always makes your heart gleam with a mixture of pride and joy when you get to witness those interactions.

You’re not quite sure if it is because Steve is naturally good with kids, or kids are naturally good with Steve, but each encounter is filled with a warmth and a gentleness, that makes your heart both melt and pop.

And so, you tend to stand there with your heart in a puddle, while Steve talks and engages with the children in such a carefree yet gentle way.

But there are also some encounters, that don’t spark as much joy.

Or none at all, if you’re being honest.

Those are usually the ones whose timing couldn’t be worse. Like getting approached while the two of you are having small romantic dates out in the park or in cozy coffee shops. Even your cute little trips to museums and art galleries once in a while aren’t spared from the casual interference of others.

There’s almost always someone, somewhere, shouting in both a mixture of disbelief and joy:“Is this Captain America?”

And then the heads start to turn, and the murmur starts, and your previous little date idea gets turned into a live meet-and-greet Captain America event.

And it sucks.

It’s not like you want to keep Steve all to yourself; it’s just that you don’t want to share him every single time you two go out in public together. Especially when it’s supposed to be a fun and romantic activity just between the two of you.

And so, because of that, Steve often tries to keep his recognizability somewhat more subtle and limited by wearing his baseball cap and some sunglasses, but there’s only so much that that supposed ‘transformation’ can do.

Tony once kindly offered that the department responsible for the Avengers suits and apparel could probably help, and come up with a more cohesive incognito look, but that didn’t work out too well either. Not for a lack of trying on their part, though.

You two had taken them up on that offer once, and they managed to turn Steve into someone so completely unrecognizable, that you almost walked past him when you’d come to pick him up.

Apart from his clothing, plaid trousers and a simple button-down shirt that emitted more the vibe of a hip history professor, the thing that threw you off the most was the 16 inches-long wig he was wearing. It made him look like Thor’s long-lost twin brother, and you could hardly take his appearance seriously.

When you finally managed to stop laughing, you pulled him into the living quarters of the compound, where the laughing continued, once everybody realized who they were looking at.

The Date to the planetarium that followed went great; not a single person recognized and approached the two of you. The only downside was that the date with Steve didn’t really feel like a date with Steve.

Apart from the reason that Steve’s long-haired wig made you feel like you were out and about with a beefier version of Jesus, rather than your treasured Super Soldier, the wig was also highly unpractical in a more tangible sense. Every time you turned to him and leaned in for a kiss, your hands and jewelry would easily get tangled up in his long strands of synthetic hair.

Neither of you were used to the hairy mess the Avenger’s apparel department provided you with – and it showed.

It did make for a fun date tough.

Steve was highly amused about the amount of double takes you had to do when you were looking for him.

You, on the other hand, had the time off your life once the two of you exited the planetarium, only to be greeted with a pleasant afternoon breeze, that took Steve – and his hair – by surprise. It looked like an unsuspected hair commercial in the making, and you almost tripped down the stairs laughing while trying to take a photo of Steve’s glorious mane in the wind.

All in all, it was a good time, but at the end of it, you both decided that it was neither worth the trouble nor a sustainable solution to your problem. And so, Steve traded his wig for his beloved baseball cap again, even if it heightened the possibility of him being recognized.

You knew that Steve was trying his best to give you some sense of normality in your experience of dating a super-famous Super Soldier, and you appreciated his efforts, even when they didn’t always work out.

Once you and Steve step outside of the Avenger’s Tower, you’re hit with both: The sudden brightness of the sun, and the common busyness and noise of New York City’s bustling streets.

One single ray of sunshine manages to find its way between the tall skyscrapers in front of you, making you squint. Instinctively you raise one hand in an attempt to shield your eyes from its blazing gaze.

Steve, who is already wearing his sunglasses, quickly gets out your pair for you and you gratefully take them. His attentiveness is something you’ll never get tired of; even when he sometimes has the tendency to dote over you, it’s rather endearing.

You make your way down the street. Hand in hand, because the craze of the city can otherwise easily separate the two of you.

Even without the frantic mass of people, that hastily bustles about the avenues, in a city that big, you will always seek out the shelter of your beloved Super Soldier, who still knows this place in a way you probably never will.

So, in an attempt to not get lost, or trampled, or abducted, your hand reaches out for his, and his hand does the same.

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Steve navigates himself and you through the city like he’s done it a million times before, and it never fails to amaze you how good his sense of direction is. It’s something you’re obviously lacking, and Steve can’t help but teasingly bring it up every now and then.

This time around though, he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps talking about the little, newly opened Italian restaurant that you two just passed by.

“It looked really cozy and busy – that’s always a good sign, right? Maybe we can check it out this weekend.” Steve offers, while gently swinging your joined hands back and forth.

You hum in agreement, more focused on not getting jostled by the oncoming businessmen and -women.

Gripping his hand tighter, you curl up more into Steve’s side, seeking out the protection and safety of his tall statue.

Once Steve realizes what’s going on, he immediately pulls you close to him, wrapping his arm protectively around your smaller frame and making sure you’re okay.

“I can always give you a piggyback ride.” he offers, and you shake your head, laughing.

As inviting as that proposal sounds, the fear of the potential attention it might garner makes you decline his offer. You’d rather be subjected to the ongoing pushing and shoving of some careless pedestrians, than the unwanted attention and possibility of recognition.

“We’re nearly there, Sweetheart.” Steve gently encourages you, while keeping you as close to him as possible, leading you down the busy streets of New York.

You must have picked a good time to visit the zoo, because the line in front of the ticket booth is almost non-existent.

It doesn’t take long for it to be your turn, and Steve immediately takes charge, getting the tickets. The woman at the counter also hands him some pamphlets with certain attractions, and a small map, which he gratefully takes.

You softly tug on his arm, trying to get his attention, before pointing at the small bags with dry food, that are arranged on a shelf behind the vendor.

“Can we buy some of that food for the animals in the petting zoo?” you ask, eyes bright.

Steve instantly agrees, and the small squeal of joy that escapes your lips is like music to his ears. “There you go, Sweetheart.” he says, as he hands you your ticket and the small paper cone, filled with little pellets of dry food.

“Thanks, Stevie!” The way you beam up at him has his heart doing flips.

God, you’re adorable.

“So, where do you want to go first?” he asks, while looking down at the open map in his hands.

“The petting zoo!” you chime while clapping your hands in delight. You have to suppress the urge to just grab Steve's hand and drag him to the enclosure, so instead you softly bounce on the spot.

Looking up from his map, Steve’s eyes soften once he sees how you’re barely able to contain your excitement. It radiates off of you in a way that’s contagious.

Well, contagious to him anyway.

“Alright.” he approves, and that’s all the agreement you need, before sprinting into action, grabbing Steve’s hand, and tugging him along.

You only come to a brief halt at the doors of the enclosure, while you read the small signs that introduce some of the animals inside of it.

The petting zoo contains mostly goats, bunnies, guinea pigs and some piglets, but there are also two donkeys and one of them is called …

“Steve!” you joyfully exclaim.

“The donkey is named after you!”

The man in question furrows his brow, and you point him to the part on the metal sign, where the donkeys get introduced.

“See, Steve and Sally. Aww, he even looks a little bit like you!” you coo, looking at the small picture they provide next to the profile.

“I don’t quite see it.” Steve says dryly, and you huff.

“He even has similar interests to yours. It says here that he likes sunshine, early morning runs, pets behind his ears and bananas!

Biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing, you innocently look up at Steve, who regards you with a fake scowl.

“You’re being awfully bratty today, Angel.” he chides, yet his words don’t have any bite to them.

“Me? Never!” your fake indignation is riddled with the giggles you’re desperately trying to hold in. That mission fails completely though, once you read the Interesting Fact they provide next to each introduced animal.

“Oh my god, Steve!” you croak out between laughter. “He even tried to eat an American flag once. God, I love him already!”

Before Steve has the chance to reply, you’re dragging him into the enclosure. “Come on, let’s meet my newfound hero!”

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The donkey is just as cute as in the picture, and even friendlier than you imagined. After you introduced yourself and Steve - you couldn’t help yourself from saying “Steve, meet Steve,” while pointing between the tall Super Soldier and the rather small pony-sized creature – you slowly started petting the animal.

The happy brays he lets out make you laugh softly, and your smile only widens once your eyes find Steve’s.

“Don’t you dare say he sounds like me too!” Steve exclaims, and that comment only fuels your giggles.

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” you say, while stroking the fur behind the donkey’s ears. “But you have to admit, he’s adorable!” you coo, before quickly adding: “Not as cute as you, of course, but it’s a close second.”

“Well, that’s certainly comforting to hear.” Steve retorts. “So, you’re not gonna leave me for one of those gray-haired fellas?”

“I already have my gray-haired fella at home, old man,” you counter, before whispering a small “almost.”

Steve still picks it up, and his reaction is instant. His strong hands reach out to you, playfully poking your sides.

“You take that back! You take that back right now!” he urges, laughing, as you try to squirm away from his grasp, the sweet sound of your giggles filling the air. Your antics only come to a halt once you’re breathlessly begging for mercy, and Steve pulls you in for a hug.

“You still have a lot of energy for a 103-year-old.” you whisper.

“Oh Sweetheart, you know, I can be relentless.” he counters, and you hum in agreement.

“You don’t actually look like a donkey.” you try to clarify. “It’s just that the donkey somehow looks like you.”

Before Steve can rekindle his attacks, you’re already apologizing again. “I’m joking! I’m joking!” you exclaim, as soon as you feel the tiniest brush of his fingertips poking your sides.

Hugging him closer once more, you whisper: “I’m sorry. I’m being mean. You’re still the prettiest man on the planet, and you always will be.”

Brushing your hands softly through his hair and gently cupping his cheek, you notice the small red tint that adorns them.

“Aww you’re blushing!” you quietly tease. “I guess I don’t call you pretty enough. I need to tell you that more, I think.” you observe.

His blush only deepens, and you coo again.

He really is the prettiest man alive. And the sweetest, and kindest, and bravest.

As you softly tell him all about your thoughts, his grip around you tightens, and he burrows his face in your neck.

“I love you so much.” you mumble against his shoulder, and even though you can’t see him right now, you know that he’s smiling.

“I love you too.” he whispers back, voice low, before gently kissing your forehead.

His lips lingers there for a moment before he speaks up again.

“I think we need to stop; there’s an older lady, who’s already giving us the stink-eye.”

“Oh, let her stare. If they look at you funny, you just look right back at them funny, that normally does the trick for me.”

“I’m not going to glare down a grandma!” Steve whispers exasperated.

“Well, you might not, but I certainly will, if she's making you uncomfortable.” you announce, and Steve just shakes his head, laughing.

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After moving on from the donkeys, you spend some time with the goats. Even Steve has to admit that they are rather endearing.

“Maybe we should bring Bucky with us next time. You know how he still gushes about the goats he had in Wakanda. I’m sure he’d enjoy some time here.” you suggest, while feeding a small brown doeling.

She softly munches the food right out of the palm of your hand, and the feeling of her rough tongue on your skin makes you giggle.

“If we would bring Buck, that’s going to be your liability, because I’m pretty sure he would never leave the goat enclosure again.” Steve observes.

“Can’t really blame him. I might have my donkey at home, but those goats certainly have character.” you tease.

Instead of answering, Steve decides to just throw some pellets your way.

“Hey!” you whine playfully, before making a counter strike. When you don’t hit your target, Steve just grins at you cheekily.

It’s that boyish smile you love so much, and it fills your heart with a joy that’s carefree and content. It feels just like the soft sunrays that are currently caressing your skin: Warm, light, and golden.

Your thoughts are only interrupted once another pellet flies your way, barely missing your face.

“Hey!” you exclaim once more, laughing, yet Steve’s eyes turn instantly apologetic when he realizes he almost struck your pretty face. You quickly reassure him that it’s alright, before walking over to the rabbits and guinea pigs, patiently sitting down next to them.

Rather than just grabbing one, you wait for one of the timid rodents to approach you instead. A small – and presumably younger – bunny seems curious enough, as he hops your way, and you manage to coax him with some food and a very gentle voice. His fluffy fur is in an off-white color with gray specks and his floppy ears twitch every now and then.

“Hey little friend.” you whisper once his wiggly nose brushes your open palm. It takes some more coaxing before he starts eating out of it, and you beam at that development.

Steve watches the interaction with a soft, adoring gaze.

God, Wanda was right. He really is head over heels for you.

But then again, how could he not be.

There’s a gentleness and kindness in the way you approach the world, and the fact that you’ve chosen him out of all people to trust the most, fills his heart with an endless amount of pride and happiness, that’s hard to put into words.

You’ve come into his life like a whirlwind, turning everything upside down and taking over his heart by storm.

Without your knowing, you made all of his previous priorities flip, until you were the only and most important thing on his mind. You still are, of course, and Steve is sure that this is something that will never change.

You’re the one.

The one who’s voice and laughter he’ll never grow tired of hearing.

The one who he comes home to after a rough mission, taking up the biggest space in his bed and in his heart – and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

You’re the most precious thing on the planet, and he’d burn it all down if he had to, just to keep you safe.

“Steve!” you softly call out to him, and his focus shifts back on you.

The small bunny is now sitting contently in your lap, while you’re sporting the proudest look.

“His fur is so soft!” you quietly mouth to him, and he smiles before making his way to you, gently kneeling down by your side. “Here! Feel!” you chirp, as you carefully guide his hands towards the small bunny.

“Do you think we could get some of those?” you carefully ask.

“Of course.” Steve agrees without really thinking - he doesn’t need to. If you want it, you’ll get it; no questions asked. He’ll even fight Tony on it if he has to, or anyone else for that matter.

“Really?” you beam.

“I pinky promise, Sweetheart.” he whispers before kissing the top of your head and standing back up. You follow suit, after carefully moving the bunny from your lap.

“Let’s just visit the piglets, and then we can move on to the bigger animals!” you proclaim, while reaching for Steve’s hand again, gently tugging him towards the small, baby pink piggies.

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Once you’ve finished cooing over the small piglets while simultaneously feeding and petting them, you and Steve make your way back towards the regular path of the zoo.

Steve had just gotten out his map again, trying to visualize the vicinity, when you spot the panda enclosure.

Nice!

“Steve, do we have to consider the map? Can’t we just walk around and go wherever our curiosity takes us?” you ask.

“You mean, wherever your curiosity takes you.” Steve teases and you let out a small huff while folding your arms over your chest, defensively.

“Not true.” you whine, before adding: “I can’t help it if I’m younger and pick up more things, you know.”

“Uh-huh” Steve hums. “And patience is a virtue that …”

“I’ve never met once in my life.” you finish the sentence for him.

“That is not the quote I was going for, but it certainly rings true too.” Steve agrees, before folding his map up again. “Alright, so where’s your curiosity leading you to, this time.” he concedes with a warm smile and your eyes light up at that.

“Easy, this way!” you say, before grabbing his hand, dragging him along once more.

“Steve, look!” you exclaim, while excitedly pointing at the wild cat enclosure. There’s a tiger that’s currently taking a bath, and it completely seizes your attention.

At the risk of sounding like a total lovesick fool, Steve has to admit that he’s way more encaptured by your endearing reactions to everything, than the actual attractions and animals themselves.

You two already visited the panda and bear enclosure, looked at some monkeys, zebras, hippos, and foxes, and now you’re leading him towards the area with the wildcats.

Lynx, lions, pumas, cheetahs, and some tigers are what’s initially advertised; still, he’s barely able to focus on that.

With your hands closely intertwined, and your soft voice that calls out to him, his attention has a hard time staying away from you.

You’re especially excited by the cheetahs, and you enthusiastically tell him all the facts you know about them.

How they’re incredibly fast and powerful, yet often also anxious and shy. You tell him how some of the cheetahs living in captivity often need emotional support dogs, to help them cope with their high levels of stress.

They’re the true scaredy cat-cats.

After your ramblings about the wildcats, you start gushing over their emotional support dogs. “They must be so proud!” you tell him. “Imagine being a dog, who ends up working with those cheetahs. How badass it that? Like a mouse who’s a therapist for a housecat, or a sparrow that takes care of an alligator…”

Steve smiles at your excitement, while listening attentively to everything you’re saying.

How did he ever get this lucky?

But as your speech slowly comes to an end, another sound appears. It’s faint, but Steve’s Super Soldier hearing still picks it up. He’s heard it enough times to be able to identify it – It’s the sound of your tummy rumbling.

“Sweetheart, are you hungry?” he questions, and you look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Dammit, I had hoped you didn’t catch that.” you mumble embarrassed, and Steve laughs.

“How about we look for a more quiet space, where we can eat some of our sandwiches and snacks.” he proposes, and you agree.

This time, Steve takes your hand, leading the way.

After some searching, the two of you managed to find a little bench, shaded by a rather sturdy oak. The tree doesn’t just shield you from the blazing sun, but also from the curious gaze of others.

It’s a romantic little space, as you look out onto a small park area, not too far off from the peacock enclosure. You’d stopped there briefly, fascinated by their colorful display of shimmering feathers, before moving on.

And now, you're sitting here, next to Steve, eating your little sandwich and sharing some small snacks. It's calm and peacefully quiet, apart from some faint bird-chirping and the remote sound of children’s laughter, carried over to you by a soft summer breeze.

“This was such a lovely idea, Steve.” you comment quietly once you’ve finished your sandwich.

The man in question smiles at that. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Angel.”

You hum in agreement, before popping some fresh berries into your mouth.

The satisfied sigh you let out is making Steve laugh. “Are those berries that good?” he questions playfully.

“No, but the view right now is to die for.” you say, while locking eyes with him.

“Hm, I guess you’re right. This little park area certainly has some flair.” Steve agrees, and if it wasn’t for the blueberries in your hand, you’d face-palm right now.

“I’m not taking about the park, Steve.” you clarify, while giving him a pointed look, and he blushes.

“Oh, I see … “ he mumbles, red-tinted embarrassment tainting his cheeks and migrating up to his ears. Who knew a Super Soldier could get that flustered – and look so endearing while doing it.

You weren’t lying though – even with Steve just sitting there, wearing a light gray t-shirt and some washed-out jeans, he looks like a god; Completely out of this world.

And it’s not just his sturdy arms and muscles.

It’s in the way his kind eyes light up, framed by those rich eyelashes.

It’s in the way he looks at you; looks at the world with such benevolence, such compassion, even after everything he’s been through.

Maybe it’s also in the way that those small rays of sunlight, currently shining through the tree crown, illuminate his skin, giving him a golden glow.

But whatever the reason may be, he certainly looks good. Especially, when he’s blushing like that, you think, smiling.

Once you two finished your small lunch, you’re eager to get back to the animals.

The giraffes and elephants are next, followed by the penguins and some wombats.

You and Steve have also established a small game by now.

One of you steps up to the informational sign of the enclosure first and reads it, before letting the other person guess what the Interesting Fact about the animal is.

It’s currently Steve’s turn at guessing, as you two are standing in front of the flamingo area.

“Okay!” you chime, as you turn away from the metal sign, focusing back on Steve. Your eyes are sparkling with excitement, letting Steve know that this fact is going to be good.

“So, flamingos are known for their pink color and dorky looks, but there is something else that makes this animal quite badass. What could that possibly be?” you challenge Steve gleefully.

He ponders your question for a moment, looking over at the pink birds. “Hm, maybe they can stand on one leg for over 24 hours.” he contemplates.

“Is that your final answer?” you question, and the playful glimmer in your eyes lets him already know that he’s wrong.

Still, he stays with his entry and nods.

“Well, that is incorrect!” you announce. “Or at least, that’s not the fact they have written down.” you clarify.

“Okay, I’ll give you three options instead, and only one of them is the correct one.” you offer.

“So, once more, what makes the flamingo so badass? Is it a) they all have pink belts in karate; b) they can drink boiling water; or is it c) they can hold their breath for half an hour when diving for food.” you question, expectantly looking at Steve, who’s scratching his head, laughing.

“Well, it’s either b or c, but they both sound so unbelievable, I might as well go with answer a.” He jokes.

“Sir, I need an answer from you now, the time is running up.” you playfully chide and it’s making him laugh even more.

“Alright, show host, you can log in answer b for me.”

“B? Are you sure?” Steve just nods, and it makes your smile grow wider.

“Well, contestant, you won’t believe me when I say this, but your answer is …. ding, ding, ding – correct!” you exclaim excited, while wrapping your arms around his neck

“Wait, really?” Steve looks at you, dumbfounded. “Uh-huh. Flamingos can apparently drink boiling water.” you reiterate, before pulling him closer.

“Congratulations, soldier, you’ve won the main price!” you whisper against his lips before softly kissing him, and the sweet action makes Steve smile into the kiss, as his heart melts in the blazing sun.

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Moving from enclosure to enclosure, your little game continues. There are wolves, deer, beavers, and burrowing owls, and each stop at the gates is filled with your playful antics and shared laughter.

You only come to a short pause, once you notice a small ice cream parlor in the distance, and it doesn’t take much convincing to get Steve to go there with you.

Actually, it doesn’t take any convincing at all.

The shop is small and features only a select number of ice cream flavors. You order 3 scoops each, before happily making your way over to the American bison enclosure.

The area is less crowded and actually quite peaceful. The scenery of the meadow with the occasional grazing bull emitting a sense of tranquility.

While sharing your ice cream, you two watch these seemingly serene creatures, who are just standing there, munching on grass, and lazily gazing at the landscape around them.

There’s a timelessness to them, you think. The way they just stand there, unbothered, like they’ve seen it all.

And maybe they have.

Steve gently pulls you out of your thoughts, when he offers you his last bit of cherry ice cream, holding out his cone to you. You gratefully take him up on his offer, while simultaneously holding your cone out for him.

Sharing is caring after all.

Once your ice cream is done, you and Steve continue sitting there, just talking until Steve suddenly leans closer.

He gently brushes some lingering ice-cream stains from the corner of your mouth with his thumb before licking it off. He keeps his eyes locked on you, and the action leaves your cheeks feeling heated, and your heartrate in a frenzy.

“Two can play this game, Angel.” Steve whispers, giving you a knowing smile.

You let out a small whine, before burrowing your face in his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Steve just coos at your flustered state.

“Steve, stop. You’re giving me heart palpitations,” you mumble into his chest.

“No can do, Sweetheart. It’s only fair that you get a taste of your own medicine.”

You bite back your reply to that; otherwise, you two might end up doing something entirely different.

Unaware of the questionable thoughts in your head; Steve changes the topic, reminding you of the activities you still have planned.

“Do you want to go to the meerkat and prairie dog enclosure, now? Their feeding should start soon.”

You’re still curled up into his chest, basking in the feeling of his strong embrace, and the gentle smell of his cologne. “Can we just stay here a little longer.” you request, voice mumbled, and soft.

Steve lets out a small laugh, that makes his chest rumble and vibrate. “Of course, if that’s what you prefer. You just sounded so excited earlier when you heard about the public feeding.” Steve tries to clarify, making sure that’s what you really want.

Steve’s right. When he told you about the attraction earlier, you could barely contain your excitement at the idea of watching the small animals nibble on some food. But in that very moment, you didn’t really think things through.

It was only sometime later, when your excitement had cooled down a bit, that you realized that this endeavor might not be the best idea.

There’s obviously going to be a crowd watching the spectacle, and those are something to avoid when you’re with your beloved Super Soldier. The chances of getting recognized there, are just a bit too high, yet you’re hesitant to tell those thoughts to Steve.

You don’t want him to feel bad, and you know that he’ll try to convince you that it’s no big deal. You already feel selfish for feeling so protective of your relationship, and the fear that he might think you’re overreacting lingers in your mind, even though he has never given you a reason to do so.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? You’re being awfully quiet right now.” Steve pries. He can tell something is wrong; he just knows you too damn well.

“Nothing!” you chirp, but the sound is off. It’s too high and anxious.

“Angel.” his tone is stern.

Steve doesn’t often use his Captain America voice with you, but when he does, it works every time.

Just like now.

Playing with the fabric of his gray t-shirt and looking anywhere but his eyes, you quietly mumble: “There’s going to be lots of people, Steve. Lots of people to recognize you…”

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he knows what you’re getting at, and it makes his heart twist in guilt.

“You know, we can still …”

“No, Steve,” you interrupt him. “We can’t, and I don’t want to. This day has been nothing, but a dream come true. We haven’t been approached once, and I’d like to keep it that way. If I have to sacrifice a meerkat feeding for that, I’ll happily do it.” You state, and Steve sighs.

“I’m sorry, Angel.” he whispers, voice low and tainted with regret. “Maybe you could go there by yourself, while I stay somewhere in the background?” he offers, but you just shake your head.

“Steve, it’s okay. I’d rather see all the other animals with you, then one meerkat feeding without you.”

He smiles at that, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m still sorry about this.” he mutters, guilt clear in his voice. You sigh. That’s exactly what you were trying to avoid.

“Steve,” you whisper, gently cupping his cheek, making him look at you. “This isn’t your fault. Stop feeling sorry about something that you have no control over, whatsoever. If anything, I’m sorry for being so sensitive about this.” you state.

“No, you have every right to be!” Steve defends, and the conviction in his eyes makes some of your worry ease away.

“Well, if I’m not allowed to feel guilty about that, neither are you.” you assert matter-of-factly, and this time the smile that adorns Steve’s face reaches his bright blue eyes.

“Alright, deal.” he affirms, before taking your hand, sweeping you up from your seat. “Let’s continue. There’s still a lot to explore.”

You’re about to walk into the reptile house when you spot one more open enclosure.

“Oh my God Steve, look!” you call out, while pointing at one of the llamas. “Aww, he looks just like Kuzco!” you observe, and it makes Steve frown in confusion.

“Sweetheart, that’s a rude thing to say about someone.” he softly chides, and you give him a puzzled look.

“What? Are you telling me you don’t know who Kuzco is?” you ask, dumbfounded, and Steve just shakes his head.

“Is he a work friend of yours? I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned someone with that name?" he questions, brows still furrowed in confusion.

“Steve!” you laugh, “have you not seen The Emperor’s New Groove?”

“No, I don’t think I have.” he confesses, and you look at him in disbelief.

“Oh my God! I thought Tony introduced you to the best works of this century’s cinema.”

“Yes, but I don’t remember a movie named like that.”

“This is outrageous. I can’t believe you’ve never seen this masterpiece! We’ll have to change that once we’re home!” you proclaim playfully, before taking his hand and walking towards the reptile house.

🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋

Stepping into the building, you’re immediately greeted by a sudden temperature drop.

The rooms are a lot darker and cooler then the outside premise, and you can’t help but shiver as goosebumps form on your skin.

Instinctively, you pull Steve closer, grabbing his hand tighter.

The animals that follow vary from adorable to absolutely frightening. The small turtles and geckos make you coo, but the bigger lizards and snakes already sport a more intimidating look.

There are boas, pythons, and mambas, and you have to remind yourself that you’re protected by both the Plexiglas as well as your trusted Super Soldier.

🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋

Once you’ve finished exploring every room, you make your way to the small botanical garden. Its atmosphere stands in stark contrast to that of the dark reptile house.

There are colorful flowers and bright green plants and palm trees.

There’s light coming through the ceiling, illuminating the stone path before you, and the temperature is warmer and a little bit more humid.

After walking through the vicinity, hand in hand, the two of you spot a small, secluded bench. It’s placed next to a little pond, and a small bush of plumerias.

Sitting down, you sigh in content as you breathe in the sweet smell of the little white and yellow flowers. Steve gets out some left-over fruits, and you share a second, small meal. You can hear the soft splatter of water in the background, and it’s as relaxing as can be.

Looking at the man in front of you adoringly, your expression falters when you see the small furrow etched between his brows. He’s thinking about something, and it’s not a pleasant thought.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, having learned the small signs of worry that sometimes cloud the face of your beautiful man.

Steve just sighs, before pulling you closer. So close, you might as well just sit in his lap.

“Was just thinking.” he mumbles, voice low, and still preoccupied with whatever’s going through his mind right now. “About?” you inquire, and the silence that follows makes you sigh in return.

“Steve, we talked about this. Don’t shut me out.” you whisper, knowing that your beloved soldier still has a tendency to keep his worries hidden from your view, trying not to burden you with it.

“I was thinking about the meerkat-thing.” he says, and you groan.

“No, hear me out, Sweetheart,” he continues. “You deserve the world, you truly do, and it pains me to know that everywhere we go, you have to sacrifice something, just because you’re with me. The meerkat-thing is just one of the many examples that reiterate that.”

“Okay,” you assess slowly, “what are you trying to say?” you carefully ask.

“I don’t know.” he whispers.

“I just keep thinking that you have to sacrifice so much, just in order to be with me. I wish I could give you more than that. I wish I could take you out on dates without us having to worry about being recognized, approached and disturbed.”

He looks at you with such turmoil and pain in his eyes, it makes your heart clench and curl up into a ball and cry.

“Oh, Stevie.” you murmur, before gently cupping his face and straddling his lap.

“Steve honey, listen. This whole getting-approached-by-strangers-thing sucks; I’m not gonna lie about that, but do you know what would suck a million times more? Not having you in my life! I could live without going out on anymore dates for the rest of my days, but do you know what I cannot live without? You!” you declare passionately, while looking into Steve’s eyes, which are somewhat glossy.

“Sweetheart.” he mumbles, voice thick with emotions, and you just pull him closer, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck.

“I love you, Steve. I love you even when we’re surrounded by what feels like hundreds of people, who all want a piece of you, and take over our dates.”

You feel a light wetness at the nape of your neck, and you gently brush your hand through Steve’s hair. Blinking away your own tears, you make a soft shushing sound, trying to calm him down.

“I love you. Don’t ever doubt me on that!” you whisper softly, and you feel Steve nod against your skin before whispering a small, timid “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I love you, and as long as you love me back, that’s all I need. That’s enough for me.” you try to clarify, before gently adding: “I know you feel a close kinship and obligation towards people, and you’re too polite to call them out when they approach us at the worst possible timing, but you’re allowed to tell some people off. The shield might be public property, Steve, but you aren’t. You’re allowed to have boundaries too.”

Your kind words fill Steve with a warm, fuzzy feeling, and it spreads on his face in the form of a soft smile. The love he feels for you keeps blooming and expanding, like the fragrant flowers growing all around you.

He’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to put it into words just how much you mean to him exactly, but he knows that he’ll try his damn best to show you every single day.

He hopes that that’s enough, hopes that it’s good enough for you. Losing you would be worse than dying, he’s sure of that. But all he manages to mumble out is a soft: “I love you so much.”

His words and voice are filled with such honesty, such devotion and conviction, you fear your heart might pound straight out of your chest, and into his lap.

“I know,” you whisper. “I love you just as much!”

He hums in content, and the silence that follows is the most comfortable silence you’ve ever experienced.

The two of you stay there, curled up in each other’s embrace, basking in one of the best feelings ever. Loving and feeling loved.

🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋 🍋

You’re not sure how much time has passed, when Steve speaks up again, but the sun is slowly starting to set, and it fills the garden with a golden glow.

“You’re ready to go home, Sweetheart?” he questions softly, voice full of affection.

No. You just want to stay in his loving embrace forever, but instead of articulating that, you let out a small whine, while shaking your head demonstratively.

The laugh that rumbles out of Steve’s chest is warm and hearty, and he softly smiles down at you.

“Come on.” he coaxes.

There’s something he’s sure he can beckon you with.

“I think they have a small souvenir shop near the exit with lots of stuffed animals.” he offers, and it makes you look up at him, wide-eyed and excited.

Gotcha. Steve thinks, a satisfied smile on his lips. The promise of stuffed animals works every time.

You slowly untangle yourself from him, before standing up and taking his hand.

“What are you waiting for, old man.” You playfully provoke him while he’s adjusting his backpack.

“Careful Sweetheart, or I might accidentally lose you in the middle of New York.” he says, yet you know it’s an empty threat. He would never even dream of doing something like that, not in a million years.

“Don’t underestimate the grasp I have on you.” you joke, referring to the way you’d normally cling to his arm and hand, but Steve thinks about how true those words are in a broader sense.

How you have the strongest possible grasp on his heart, in the gentlest way.

Unaware of his adoring thoughts, you drag him to the exit of the botanical garden, and he watches you with the warmest smile.

Once you step out of the garden your eyes instantly find, and fixate on the small souvenir shop, walking straight towards it.

The place is spacious and there are a couple of kids running around, shoving stuffed animals in their parents faces. The selection of stuffies is broad, but you already know what you want.

Steve thinks you’ll be going over to the cheetahs, yet he finds himself surprised, when he watches you walk towards… the donkeys?

He observes you carefully picking up a medium-sized stuffie and clutching it tightly to your chest, a satisfied smile on your lips.

“Stevie! Look!” you exclaim, as you turn your attention to him, holding the stuffie up proudly.

Little did you know, he was already looking at you the whole time.

Eyes soft and smile warm.

“Sweetheart, are you sure? Don’t you want something more… exciting?” he questions, as he points to the array of wild cats and panda bears.

“Nope!” you chirp, the look of content on your face clear as day.

He always wants to see you like this - happy, content, satisfied.

“Wait, Stevie! You should get one too!” you exclaim when you see him slowly make his way toward the checkout.

“The donkey will remind me of you when you’re gone on missions, but you need a stuffie that reminds you of me, too!”

“Sweetheart, you’re in the back of my mind 24/7. I don’t need a …”

“Not the point.” you interrupt him.

“You occupy my mind almost all the time as well, but it’s nice to have something tangible to remind you and to keep close sometimes.”

“Alright.” Steve concedes, before looking at the countless shelves of stuffed animals.

Which one should he even pick?

He thinks back to your interactions earlier, thinks about how soft you looked, with that small bunny comfortably sitting in your lap.

He thinks about how excited you were, when you told him everything you knew about cheetahs, eyes sparkling bright.

He thinks about how softly you’d kissed him at the flamingo enclosure, and how serene you looked while you were watching the American bisons - a dreamy look on your face, and ice cream in hand.

God, is picking your own stuffie always that hard?

His eyes continue to wander along the shelves when he spots it.

There’s a medium-sized cheetah stuffie wearing sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt with little plumerias printed on it.

That’s you.

Cool, adorable, and with a questionable fashion sense.

Thinking back at how you were holding him close in the botanical garden, the sight of the small flowers instantly fills him with the memories of your comforting words and touch.

That’s the one.

Steve makes his way over to the stuffed animal, and it’s even softer than he’d imagined.

“Oh! It’s adorable!” you coo when you see his choice, and Steve smiles.

That’s the one.

He thinks, as he watches you.

The one, who has complete reign over his heart.

You made yourself quite at home in there, filled it with your sweet laughter and your little smiles, the softness of your touch and the kindness in your eyes.

He keeps all these memories of you safely tugged away, underneath his rib cage, in that little treasure chest he calls his heart.

You’re both, his most prized possession, and the strong protector that watches over it all.

The guardian angel of his heart.

“Steve!” you call out to him, from the checkout.

“They say they have a 10 % senior discount for people over 60! Come over here, and figure this out, please!”

It makes him laugh, and there’s only one thought in his mind:

God, how he adores you.

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Ahhh, that's it! Thanks you so much for reading!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers

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filthyslashertoad · 2 years

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Howdy fellow cryptid! I have come to request one Slasher matchup please! I apologise in advance, this is a long one. Strap in!

I am an AFAB Trans.masc. guy that goes by He/They pronouns, I’m also pansexual. My preferred name is Corvinn. I’m Aussie as hell and apparently have a very prominent accent but have been mistaken for a Brit many-a-times, simply for the manner of how I speak [apparently I sound “posh” and “polite” even though I cuss more than a sailor, I mean aight ig lol]. I have diagnosed A.D.H.D., insomnia, and Autism [and a lot of other stuff too but those are the main things], so at times I will go Non-Verbal and too much stimulation bad but also not enough stimulation make my brain play another episode of remembering trauma like it’s the the best show ever so I’m stuck in a constant state of AAAAAAAAA. I started going Non-verbal way late so I don‘t know SL but I will communicate using the notes app on my phone or what is essentially a very confusing and complicated game of charades. I get excited about things really quickly and I get told it’s annoying so I try not to but then that kind of leads to me not showing any outward emotion and that also upsets people. Yes I do stim [flappy hands when I’m overwhelmed with emotion be it positive or other, and playing with my ear lobes or those of a person near me I trust as a comfort thing], I also will twitch on occasion but I’m not sure about it being anything serious because it’s mostly just [sometimes painful] head/neck/shoulder jerks accompanied by grunts, pulling a strained kind of face, leg jerks, and arm jerks. My mental health is not good but I’m really trying to get better and I finally think I’m heading in the right direction. I am also extremely self-conscious of my voice, I think it’s too high.

Information regarding my physical appearance follows as such: I am not tall [*cough*like5’1*cough*], I have short brown undercut hair, on my right eyebrow I have a slit because I was bored but I like it and it’s staying, I have weird bluish-greenish-grey eyes that I swear I will never know the real colour of because they like to pull the good ol’ one-two-switcheroo on me under different lighting, I wear large thick-lensed, thin-black frame glasses due to my rapidly declining eyesight [I’m practically blind without ’em, hehe], I have very-very light freckles on my face [I’m talkin‘ gotta be EXTRA close to see that shit], I have gauges [stretchers, whatever, the things that open your earring holes very big. I have like size 10s I think but I wanna go bigger], I am a goddamn stick [have some average meat on my bones but I’m still a lanky lil shet], and I tend to wear a lot of black clothes with a very punk/alt/grunge style [or I just look like a dad in cargo pants and an over shirt that has just totally given up].

I am an aspiring artist of 7/8 years now, I plan to try and become a tattooist in future. I do both digital and traditional art but I tend to be more digital a lot of the time, and when I do art shit it’s mostly sketching and watercolours. I know how to sew and in fact do sew quite a bit, fun fact I also wanted to be a cosplayer at some point but now I’m settling for making multiple long furbies. I own a sewing machine but I used to do everything by hand. Fear me.

I enjoy things such as the Walten Files, Marble Hornets, Creepypasta, Slasher films [bit on the nose, that one is], Hazbin Hotel/Heluva Boss, DSMP, ARG’s [I suck at them but it’s fun to watch others be good at them], FNAF [I’ve been here since 2016, I will cause a physical altercation if I am opposed], comedy [I’m currently trapped in deeptok...send help], True crime stuff, and Alt-rock/punk-rock/death-metal/heavy-metal/pop-rock/modern rock/emo-rock/skar music [I was raised on Korn, SlipKnot, LimpBizkit, Nine-Inch-Nails, El Niño, and more. I will literally be in a car and someone will put on death metal and I gotta fight to stay awake, that shits a lullaby at this point]. My favourite colour is that purple that‘s almost blue but is too much of a pussy to go through with it, like Twitch purple but a lot more eye-bleedy. I wanna get more piercings like, a viper bite piercing, lip piercing, septum piercing, and a venom piercing. Definitely wanna get tats at some point, have a lot of big designs I want [full sleeves, back, and stomach]. I love rats, cats, St. Bernards [any big dogs rlly], and birds. I used to have a pure black cat, he ded now tho.

I am into a lot of *ahem* things [chokingbitingedgingbeingtieduproughplaymarkingdegredationdominanceplay. Yes I have daddy issues, yes I need therapy]

I enjoy video games and YouTube because those vacuums help distract me from reality. When I’m listening to music I enjoy I will sing along and I cannot be stopped.

I don’t like seafood, rumours, Twitter drama [if I have to hear about one more person being cancelled by a random group of 13 year old white girls over literally nothing I am going to flip my shit😀], country/opera/classical music [to be fair I will listen to classical but it just sends me to sleep, it’s too slow for me, sorry], trolls [I’m fine when it’s harmless and all in good fun but when it gets toxic is where I draw the line], and a lot of fandoms I refuse to name because they are really toxic and will stop at nothing to find me.

So sorry this is such a long one, I hope it’s still okay tho. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, no pressure! Anyway, it’s super la- early. I’m going to bed. Have a nice [insert time here]! Remember to drink some water, munch on a snack [even just a biscuit if you want], and take plenty of breaks! Also, thanks! And no pressure again!

I match you with:

Danny Johnson

Is 100% a bad influence

Encourages you to get every single piercing you've ever wanted

Tries to throw random things through your gauge(or gauge hole...idk)

Secretly wants you to cosplay as him/The Ghostface

Calls you emo and edgy constantly

He doesn't sleep very much so when you can't either he keeps you company

When he hears that you listen to metal/numetal, he starts to listen to your favorite bands so you have something to talk to him about.

#matchup #danny johnson

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years

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cariño

spanish for love, baby, sweetie, sweetheart, honey, sunshine, darling

summary: Diego invites his siblings to his apartment because he wants them to meet his girlfriend (and his cat). During dinner the Hargreeves siblings discover how soft and loving their brother can be.

request: Fic about Diego and the reader dancing and laughing and messing around and all his siblings spying on him and watching him having fun and being happy he found someone who loves him. ~ anon

+ Fic about being Diego’s gf and meeting his siblings at a family dinner. And they see how soft and happy he is around the reader. Thanks boo. ~ anon

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: fluff, Diego is really soft, A CAT!!!

words: 1113

a/n: I hope you enjoy it :)) (I don‘t speak spanish so if I made a mistake, tell me!)

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Diego enters the messy kitchen and wraps his arms around his girlfriend once he reaches the stove she is currently working on. He buries his face in her neck and kisses a trail from her free shoulder to her ear. Diego just woke up because he was up all night doing his vigilant job and saving lives. Of course, he is still sleepy.

“Come back to bed. We can order something tonight. My siblings wont care, I promise“, Diego tries to convince (Y/n) to stop cocking and baking. The man isn‘t even sure if their guests will actually come. It‘s not like he is important to the Hargreeves siblings.

“No, we can‘t. I want to make them to feel at home here, more at home than they ever felt at the academy. And I don‘t want them to hate me“, the female explains and starts to stir some kind of soup. (Y/n) turns her head so that she can place a kiss on Diegos pouting lips.

“No one could ever hate you, baby“, the man whispers in her ear when she turns back to the stove. With a grin on his lips Diego nibbles at her earlobe, making the female giggle.

Four hours later all the food is made and the kitchen is clean again. Diego walked back to bed after he realized that he wouldn‘t get his girlfriend out of the kitchen soon. His nap gets interrupted by (Y/n) trying to figure out what to wear.

Diego crawls over the bed to eye his half-naked girlfriend closer. He watches her get dressed and admires her gorgeous body with and without clothes.

“Stop staring, pervert“, (Y/n) giggles and throws a dark red shirt at her boyfriend, covering his whole face with the fabric. “Get dressed. Your siblings will be here soon“, she reminds him and sits down on the bed next to him. She starts to tousle his hair which got longer the last few months.

“Don‘t remind me of that“, Diego sighs and gets up to take a trouser from the cabinet. Slowly, he puts on his clothes. Purposely, he lets the shirt fall over his tights and then turns to his girlfriend. (Y/n) stood up while he buttoned his shirt up. With a grin she tucks the end of his dark red shirt into his trouser.

Hardly that her hands left his trouser, Diego wraps his arms around her waist and hoists her up so that her legs no longer touch the ground. He swirls her around and both laugh, filled with so much happiness at this moment.

“I think I need to throw up“, a young voice says and startles the couple. While Diego presses his girlfriend against his body, her feet still in the air, he pulls a knife and throws it at the interrupter. In the last second the knife curves past the face of a boy and bores itself into the wall. (Y/n) sighs.

“What happened to no knives during the family dinner?“, the female asks a bit annoyed and finally stands on her own after Diego set her down. He doesn‘t even mind his girlfriends words. His brown eyes are focused on his siblings.

“Five let us in“, Vanya explains. All of the Hargreeves siblings seem to be nervous and anxious too. The tension disappears the moment a cat enters the bedroom as if it‘s his own. Cariño cuddles his way through the legs of the visitors until he reaches Diego.

“Well then...let‘s go to the living room“, (Y/n) says as she picks up the cat and presses it against Diegos chest. She looks at him as if she would like to say: Your cat, your responsibility.

Soon, all of the Hargreeves siblings are sitting around the table in the living room. Cariño is currently sitting on Klaus‘ lap. He was already greeting Vanya and Five, the others will be cuddled later.

Diego sets the last bowl of food on the table, and they start to eat. At first, silence fills the room but then the siblings as well as Diegos girlfriend start to get each other better.

“When we were ten he hid every piece of my clothing in one night. I never found my favorite skirt thanks to him.“

“Don‘t forget the one time he murdered all of my plushies with his knives!“

“What about the time he stole dads monocle?“

Laughter fills the living room and the people in it feel more comfortable and at home. Even Diego laughs although his siblings make fun of him. Cariño is sitting on his lap while he holds hands with his girlfriend under the table. The soft touch helped him calm down at first, but now it‘s just feeling their shared love.

“I would have never taken you for a cat-person, Diego“, Allison says as the cat walks from lap to lap and finally cuddles against the female. It makes her lips form a smile.

“Well, I found him in an alley injured and scared. He probably was a stray“, Diego tells and watches his sister pet Cariño. Allison starts to caress the cats broken ear which makes him purr.

After a few more minuten in which everyone agrees on how cute Cariño is and that Diego got a softie, the man stands up and starts to clear up the table. (Y/n) wants to help him, but he shakes his head and places a hand on her cheek, kissing her forehead. Then he snaps his fingers and Luther, Klaus and Five help him.

“What did you do to our brother?“, Vanya asks. If there wouldn’t be a smile on her lips, Diegos girlfriend would have thought that she was mad at her.

“What do you mean?“, (Y/n) asks with a confused expression and watches Cariño jump from Allisons lap. He walks under the table and presses his head again and again against (Y/n)s legs.

“He is so...soft“, Allison explains and looks up startled when the men return.

The group decides that they should continue their conversation on the couch. The moment (Y/n) wants to stand up, Diego is already at her side and picks her up bridal style. Together with his love in his arms, the man walks to the armchair and sits down with her on his lap. Cariño follows them a little jealous.

The Hargreeves siblings watch their brother and his girlfriend cuddle in the armchair and happy smiles appear on their lips. They are happy that Diego is happy finally.

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego x reader #diego imagine #the umbrella academy

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years

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Hello!

I‘ve been struggling to decide on my type for over a year now and I really don‘t know how I could determine my type, but I thought that an outside perspective from someone who‘s well-versed in the system might be good – please just ignore it, if it‘s too much to ask. Thanks! I‘m probably a 4 or 6 and I also type as an INFP.

[Mod: I'm going to take out what isn't 4 and isn't 6, to see what remains]

Type 4: I usually focus on what‘s missing, both in myself and in the external world, which is why I‘d generally describe myself as pessimistic... I over-identify with what I don‘t have and often envy people for the things, that I‘m not able to have, and when people, who are close to me, suddenly develop an interest in my interests or get better at the things, that I think I‘m pretty good at, then it feels like they‘re taken away from me... I‘ve also seen myself as different from others because it often seemed like there was something other people were just naturally let in on, but that has been denied to me and that I would never be able to see... tell me what‘s wrong with me because I could never actually pinpoint what it was, even though I knew that I have qualities, that other people don‘t have...

What I don‘t resonate with is feeling like I need to be authentic and always express my emotions, because even though I admire people who are able to be authentic and true to themselves to others, it‘s not something that I personally do or strive to be able to do because it matters more to me that I see myself the way I am...

Let me ask you this. If someone were to walk up to you and tell you there's nothing wrong with you, you are normal, and everyone else has the exact same problems as you do... how would you feel? A 4 core would absolutely hate that, because being broken and different is part of their identity. It can't be fixed. It makes them unique.

But a 6 core would breathe a sigh of relief, because they don't want that kind of separation, that kind of negative self-differentiation, or to think they can't be fixed. They want to fit in and be accepted, or find other "freaks" and befriend them.

Type 6: I‘m often aware of dangers in the external world and I‘d generally describe myself as an anxious person, especially when it concerns other people (in the sense that I don‘t want them to judge me and I don‘t want to be vulnerable to other people). I‘m also pretty indecisive and insecure about certain things, which is why I often second-guess or doubt myself, so I often don‘t trust myself to handle things in a sufficient manner. When I was younger, I was really aware of authorities, both in the way of knowing how the power could be abused as well as knowing when I should abide by it. Sometimes I tend to over-analyze things. I can also relate to a need to be supported because I don‘t know if I'd be able to take care of everything on my own and even though I try not to, I still ask people for advice when I don't know how to do something and sometimes place their opinion above mine, if I think that they're knowledgeable.

This is 6w7 all right.

I feel like I can often see too many gray scales and am unwilling to label something as "good" or "bad" because of that, instead of the black-and-white thinking, that‘s usually associated with 6s, which causes them to be completely loyal and trustful of whatever it is, that they‘ve put their trust in. I also can‘t relate to "going down with the ship" because I usually know when it‘s time to let go, i.e. when I should reconsider a long-term friendship.

NP = not blind acceptance and not black and white thinking, everything has a second side to it, we evaluate everything. And Fi-dom: when I've had enough, I leave.

I'd guess 6w7 with a 4 fix, but keep working on it and self-evaluating. Start noticing your daily internal reactions and what they're telling you. Are they mostly over-thinking or are they focused on pushing away from everything to over-identify yourself?

Listening to the Enneagrammer 4 podcast might help (it's on YouTube under Big Hormone Enneagram) along with the 6.

#question #enneagram

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jbbuckybarnes · 3 years

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Concerned Parents

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Desc: To get the child back after it was taken from you, Din has to remove the helmet to get into a place to find out where he was taken. He didn‘t think you‘d have to see him AND kiss him to keep the cover up. Warnings: flirting, sexual references, not proofread

„They won‘t let you into that place with your helmet on. It‘s like the Hutts but worse and more uptight.“ Fennec had explained about the shady looking hut you were all looking at. „I‘ll go in alone, you‘re my backup.“ Din looked at you, Fennec and Boba. Your eyes widened but you kept your mouth shut. You all wanted the baby, whatever it takes. Everyone agreed to his plan. Fennec and Boba would take long range, you‘d be close enough to barge in, just in case all hell broke loose. He left his visible armor in Boba‘s ship, put something on over his chest plate and hid his face under a cloth wrapped around his face, a thinner material around his eyes that he could look through. „Let‘s go.“

Fennec went on her position, Boba on the opposite hill. You followed a couple dozen steps behind Mando You saw him starting to remove his headwrap that he put on for around all of you. Out of respect you looked around instead, but you could stop letting your eyes wander past him, noticing brown fluffy hair. You wondered how it looked this good after all these hours under a helmet. You sat down under a lamp in earshot of the hut, noticing his deep voice talking to get into the place. A grunt of agreement came back. With a touch against your ear you started hearing out what was going on inside. „I heard you could lead me to any imperial ship.“ You finally made out his voice out of all of them. „You heard right. For the right price I‘ll be able to locate almost any ship.“ A scratchy voice answered. „I only have this amount of credits, but I know the ship has cargo worth more than two dozen times of it.“ You heard a grunt and a commotion. „You take me for someone taking upfront payment and leaving with the rest?“ He asked in a calmer voice. „I never break my part of a contract. I‘m a bounty hunter.“ „Oh?“ You sighed and got up, „You‘re an idiot. That‘s what you are.“ The weird tentacle guy at the entrance looked you up and down and then nodded to let you in. „We don‘t really like your kind here.“ „I‘ll be gone and back with more. I‘m not here for a bounty. I‘m here to get something that was stolen from me by a Moff.“ You saw the big man look him up and down hesitantly, „Which one?“ „Moff Gideon.“ Now the man looked angry. „Are you kidding me? That man is dead!“ „He isn‘t, he has recently appeared on Nevarro and took someone from me.“ „Someone you say?“ „My child. And I know it isn‘t dead.“ „You‘re making stuff up, my friend.“ The guards around the man tensed up. You came closer, throwing on your charm, „Heard you talking about Moff Gideon.“ On the table in front of the guy you put down the disc with the holo message. The whole message from the Nevarro base played off. „That‘s from about a week ago.“ You looked at the guy, still trying to respect Din‘s creed. „And who are you?“ He smirked at you, looking you up and down. „A concerned mother, one could say.“ You winked at him and sat down next to Din. „You a bounty hunter too?“ He looked between you both. „Nope. Actually used to be a bounty. Let‘s just say I‘m good at stealing.“ „Odd pair. Hm.“ He looked between you both again and you put your head on Din‘s shoulder and put your arm around him. „2500 credits up front for someone that wants to take on Gideon. That‘s...I don‘t have to tell you that is a low amount of credits, but I hate that guy as much as the next person. I‘ll help you, but you‘re gonna have to give me your code, because I will put a bounty on you if you don‘t pay up.“ The man didn‘t account for possible death, but you didn‘t mention that error of mind. „Kakiu? You know what to do.“ A small thin man nodded and ran off into a backroom. You felt Din tense up under your temple and gently went over his other shoulder with your hand. „Why would he keep your child alive?“ The man was nosy, but he had a valid question. „Our child has some specific mutation about his blood that they want to experiment with. Tried to hunt us for it for a while…well, and last week they got him. Now we‘re just trying to get him back any way we can.“ The man‘s face softened a bit, „Concerned parents, cute. But do you two really think you can breach a ship that big? That‘s wishful thinking. I‘d like to see you try tho.“ „You haven‘t seen him in his element. Never seen so many dead Imps in the vicinity of one man.“ Your head went up and you went to give him a kiss on the cheek, closing your eyes for the duration to not break his creed. „Kaiku will take a while, so why don‘t you tell me about it?“ The guy leaned back. „Which time? There were like, three.“ „The best one.“ „Well, last week it is, Gideon really wanted this kid, so he sent two ships full of Imps for us. Probably 120 or more. I shot some, a friend of us shot some, but this one probably took care of two thirds of them alone. He looks pretty good in a field of dead Stormtroopers with his blaster still sizzling.“ You felt his hand grab into your thigh and put your hand on his. „You took out quite a few yourself, don‘t sell yourself too short.“ You heard Din‘s warm voice next to you. You looked into your lap, „I really just want the kid back.“ You felt his lips on your temple, „I know, darling. I know.“ „Boss, Kaiku is having a bit of trouble.“ A guard came over and the guy in front of you grumbled and excused himself. You felt a thumb caress your hand and took the arm you had around him and snaked it around his arm to have it snug against you. „D‘you think the dude wants to secretly kill us?“ He chuckled. „I wouldn‘t be surprised, sadly.“ You mumbled back. „Didn‘t have to make me look this good in front of strangers.“ He whispered to you. „I didn‘t lie for a second, you know that damn well.“ You felt his other hand under your chin. „Looking down makes you look submissive around this folk, don‘t want that, we’re getting the kid back.“ You sighed in agreement and fluttered your eyes open slowly to see dark brown ones reflect back soft, concerned and determined. „I‘m sorry.“ You whispered, he knew what you meant. „It‘s okay. Don‘t beat yourself up over it.“ He offered a small smile. The guy came back after a while, „He‘ll be done in a while. Get yourself drinks and enjoy yourself, yeah?“ You nodded and dragged Din out of his seat towards the little bar. With your hands you ordered two small drinks while he put a respectful amount of distance between the both of you again. Not too long after you were in your thoughts sipping your drink. Not noticing the man on your left. „Hey sweetpea, you here often?“ A tipsy man of another species looked at you. „Nope.“ „Wanna change that?“ You felt an arm slinging around you from behind protectively. „Nope.“ You answered with a sweet smile and leaned against the broad chest behind you. „Aww, c‘mon.“ He didn‘t give up. Usually Din would have his scary demeanor in his beskar armor, but that wasn‘t his out card this time. „Does that man make you uncomfortable, dear?“ Your heart beat a little harder at the affectionate name. „He surely doesn‘t know how to treat me right.“ You sighed before unexpectedly being turned around. You let out a giggle and put your arms around his neck, „Now this guy is way better.“ He softened at your slightly tipsy behavior, not that he didn‘t enjoy the whole front of being partners in the first place. No. He absolutely didn‘t like that. At all. It was horrible. Super bad. „Oh, is he?“ The drunken guy was still commenting in. „Yeah.“ You whispered and Din didn‘t quite know which god put him into this situation, but suddenly his lips were on yours and he hated himself for liking it. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was just a front. He knew he just broke his creed for his child. He hated that he liked what his brain just decided to do. Someone cleared their throat next to you and you went apart, looking at the boss here. He handed you a data stick, „Gonna put it right on your ships control panel. Now I‘d like your code.“ Din obliged to the terms and gave him his code, you didn‘t know if it really was, but he gave one. You hoped it was just one of his old bounty‘s code. „See you again when you got the rest of that money.“ He nodded at the helmetless man and got a nod back. Not too long after you were dragged out of the hut by him. You helped him with his headwrap, not saying a word. He saw the guilt written on your face, but didn‘t say anything. „Say it.“ He whispered. „I hate that I broke your creed and liked it. I hate that I liked any of it.“ You said short and firm, as if you were scolding yourself. Silence. There was nothing else you could add. That‘s all you felt right now. „I feel the same.“ He answered after a while of you walking towards the rendezvous spot. „I mean, my god you look beautiful.“ The words burst out of your deepest soul and he came to a hold to look at you with his thin cloth for his eyes removed. „And I made you look.“ He sighed, „So please don‘t put this on yourself. You were just trying to help get Grogu.“ More silence between you for the way back. „I‘m sorry for flirting with you.“ You mumbled and looked away. You were just playing your part to de-escalate. „Ouch.“ He commented. „No, no, it‘s just. I. I don‘t know. I wasn‘t supposed to do that. It wasn‘t necessary for the mission.“ You stumbled over your words. „I‘m sorry that I kissed you.“ He answered and that felt like he just put a vibroblade through your heart. „I didn‘t mind. I think.“ You didn‘t even know what was and wasn‘t okay anymore. „I‘m sorry I‘d do it again.“ He chuckled and looked over to you as you walked. „Me too.“ You smiled back at his shimmering eyes and then back to where you were going. „I would do all of this again.“ He whispered with a sigh, more to himself than you. „For someone with a tin can on your head since your teen years you kiss pretty good.“ You grinned. No comment. „And you‘re kinda more fun when there isn‘t a visor between us. I can actually see your reaction. That‘s groundbreaking. I love it.“ You chuckled. „I have a lot to think through with my creed and what I just did.“ He added. „You‘ll make the right decision.“ You said calmly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it before letting it go as you stopped at the meeting point. „The decision might be led by what you just did to my mind.“ He laughed lowly, it sounded beautiful. You looked around for Boba and Fennec, nobody in sight, so you went to his back and kissed the sliver of exposed skin there. „Cyar‘ika!“ He said with a warning tone. You didn‘t know what that meant. „I‘m sorry, I like teasing when I know I have an effect.“ „Oh, have I awakened something in you?“ „If you didn‘t notice by the way I talked about you killing Imps, yes.“ „Well, good that we‘ll have to kill some more.“

— Time Jump to End of Chapter 16

You didn‘t think someone was still coming for Grogu from the Jedi Temple. Now you stood here with no child, but a dumb saber that Bo-Katan won‘t take. Seeing him broken, helmetless, exposed, but with all this armor and that saber. That reflected your feelings somehow. You knew this had to happen, but it broke a part of you anyway and made you vulnerable. You turned to look at Din, took his head into your hands and let his forehead gently fall against yours. „It‘s okay.“ You felt him shake and pull you close to his chest. „You‘re the only thing left.“ He whispered as the rest went ahead to meet Boba. „I won‘t leave you unless you ever want me to.“ You whispered back before he grabbed your face and put his desperation for home into a kiss. „We need a new ship.“ He murmured. „I might know how to steal one.“ You chuckled and caressed his cheek. „That‘s my girl.“ His thumb went over your lower lip. Where did he learn that? Was that allowed? „You look even better when you wear everything but the helmet.“ You bit your lip. „Is that your version of distraction?“ He huffed and you nodded with a chuckle. You liked flirting too much. With that you flew back to Nevarro and got a neat little ship, stolen by you and Greef. You made sure to fill it up with cozy things, reminders of what was and signs of hope for the future. For now you‘d stay a bit on Nevarro with it. He searched the whole thing for trackers after the horror of what happened to the crest, but after a couple days he finally settled in and removed his helmet around you. „Oh, hey good-looking man in beskar, are you here often?“ You grinned from your cot when he walked into the center room of the ship. „Depends on what you want from me.“ He chuckled and shook his head. „You look pretty tense, I‘m sure I could change that.“ Now he blushed at the possibilities crossing his mind. „I‘m intrigued, cyar‘ika.“ He smirked and came closer. „I was thinking cuddling, but judging by your face you have other plans.“ You laughed and stood up to knock against his chest plate. His armor was gone shortly after, „I love this.“ You scrunched your nose and hugged him close, you really did like this. He looked so human, so warm and huggable. His gloveless hands wandered down your back, stopping for a second, before wandering where they really wanted to go. You betted with yourself that he was secretly a grabby man after what happened in that hut. Turns out you were right. With a swift motion he hoisted you up to have you wrap your legs around him. „I like this,“ He mumbled and felt you smile against his neck. „Me too.“ Your hands wandered through his hair and you felt him relax even more. He sat down on your cot with you still wrapped around him. „You, um, have nice thighs.“ He pointed out sheepishly. „You know you can grab them anytime, right?“ You asked him. „Now I do.“ He huffed and gently caressed them before giving them a squeeze. „You can touch me all you want.“ You reassured him and felt him grab you by your hips so you untangled and he could fall back onto your cot with you on top of him. „That goes for you too, cyare.“ He pulled you closer by your chin. „What does that mean?“ „Beloved. Darling. Something like that.“ Now he was the one watching you get flustered and grinned. „Oh.“ You blinked a couple times, „You‘ve been saying that a lot.“ „Of course,“ he murmured and went through your hair. „Have you ever thought about settling on a planet?“ You mumbled, laying on his chest and looking up at him. „Once or twice. I think a lot of things would catch up to me.“ His voice hummed in his chest below you. „And creating a family?“ You whispered and saw him open one of his eyes. „I had one for a while, didn‘t I?“ You smiled at him and nodded. „You still have me. I wouldn‘t mind adopting another one.“ A chuckle escaped both of you. „Maybe one that isn‘t chased by the empire.“ He laughed lowly and went over your head gently. „We could make one too one day.“ You added as casual as possible and felt him tense under you. „Not like I have that many years left to do that.“ He pointed out with a huff. „Who said it would take many years?“ You whispered and crawled up on him to nuzzle into his neckline. „Where‘d you wanna settle?“ His arms snaked around you. „Preferably somewhere that isn‘t attacked every two years.“ Your muffled voice answered. „Now where‘s the fun in that, cyar‘ika?“ You kissed his neck and heard him hold his breath. „More than enough fun to have.“ You grabbed into his hair gently and felt his fingers grab into your hips. „I see.“ He murmured and closed his eyes again to enjoy your warmth. „Home is wherever you wanna go, my dear.“ He sighed and slowly dozed off.

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bandaged-writer · 4 years

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Hi! Can I request some falling in love headcanons for Dazai and Mori (seperately) with a fem reader? What would take for them to love someone? How will they react when they realise that they do? Thank you!

I hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Warnings: mentions of suicide, because it’s Dazai

Dazai Osamu

➤ Dazai said it himself that he likes all women, therefore he doesn’t exactly have a type when it comes to appearance. What’s more important to him are your intentions, the way you think, what makes you tick – everything that makes up the constellation of your mind.

➤ Someone who’s genuinely kind would probably draw his attention the most, similar to Oda and Atsushi who Dazai also feels drawn to. Kindness is easy to read and has no ulterior motive other than making people feel appreciated or to spread some positivity in such a negative world. It’s so interesting for him, because Dazai was probably raised by Mori for the majority of his life and was taught to always find some kind of profit or gain something from the person opposite of him. But you? You don‘t want anything but a simple thank you, although these words are of no use to anyone.

➤ Please, care about him and for him. Dazai has probably never received the care a normal child or teenager usually experiences and even as an adult, everyone is so used to Dazai being reckless that no one actually cares if he disappears, drowining in the river, etc. It’s easy to catch him off-guard when you scold him for another suicide attempt and tell him that he does mean something to you, ask if he’s recently changed his bandages or just bring him something from the Uzumaki coffee shop below the Agency. Dazai will definitely appreciate it, although he doesn’t understand why exactly you react so differently compared to everyone else.

➤ Talking of not understanding other people: You don’t have to understand his train of thought or his plans for missions, he doesn’t expect you to. But you have to put your entire trust in Dazai even if his strategy sounds like pure suicide.

➤ Realizes he’s falling for you when he stops asking you for a lovers‘ suicide. Yes, Dazai is still hung up on the idea of committing a pure, cheerful and energetic suicide that doesn’t bother anyone and preferably with a pretty lady by his side. But you’ve told him about your hopes, dreams, past and said all these factors with such pure trust that Dazai can’t find it in him to let you die. He’s responsible for a lot of crimes and tragedies, but he doesn’t think he could stand the responsibilty of having taken away everything you are. And so, his request stops. Towards any woman, for that matter. Why should he flirt with anyone when his heart was already drawn to someone else?

➤ Dazai doesn’t say anything about his feelings right away, though. He analyzes if you perhaps feel the same way about him by watching you a bit more intently, learning your body language and sees if your gaze towards him is any different, if your touch lingers longer than before, if you blush around him or whenever his name is dropped in a conversation.

➤ Possibility of falling into denial. He used to be a mafia executive, is a man with the blood of many on his hands and committed countless of crimes in the past. Not only that, but Odasaku did tell Dazai that there was nothing which could fill that lonely hole in his heart, so why should you be able to change that? Could you change it at all? Odasaku was an incredibly perceptive man who was the first person to understand Dazai, so why should Oda be wrong about his last words? Dazai denies himself of the possibilty of letting you into his life.

➤ Whines Kunikida’s ear off of wanting to date you, but giving ridiculous reasons why he can’t bring himself to do it. “If you complain about wanting to court [Name] one more time, I’ll sew that mouth of yours shut so you’ll never get to do it at all.“

➤ “Kunikida, I can still write it.“

➤ If he falls into denial, you need to confront him about it and do not let Dazai joke it off. You noticed that something about Dazai was off when he stopped his flirting attempts or quit shoving his reports to someone else and did them himself though slowly and with still some dramatic whining. When you don’t let him off the hook, Dazai will eventually spill the beans.

➤ “Spit it out, what’s wrong with you? I promise I won’t tell anyone.“

➤ “You, my belladonna, are giving me such an incredibly hard time by making me want to take you out on a lovely date, but what kind of mere man could dare to court a beauty of your caliber?!“

➤ Despite Dazai’s theatrical act, you know it’s his way of being somewhat vulnerable and confess your feelings as well. It’s at that moment when Dazai drops the dramatic facade and properly asks you out with a soft smile on his face, seeing the chance of the lonely hole in his heart slowly being filled.

Mori Ougai

➤ Is definitely attracted to someone who has her own head, knows what she wants and carry through with her words. Mori has no interest in someone who he can use like a doll whenever he wants, but wants someone who can think and dares to talk back to him, make suggestions on how to run the mafia and bring good arguments on why certain things should be changed, why supplier xy could harm the mafia, etc.

➤ Mori quickly takes a liking to someone with rational thinking, but also questions it, searches for several solutions to a problem and choose the one with the least casualties and the most profit. It takes some self-reflection and courage to disregard your usual way of thinking and admit that maybe the solution you don’t like is the most optimal one. It shows that you’re capable of putting your own ego or even desires aside for the sake of something bigger.

➤ You have to be loyal to the bone. No questions asked.

➤ Grows a soft spot for you when you play with Elise and she actually gets along with you. Mori is an absolute sucker for Elise laughing and being happy, so whenever the girl laughs because of you while drawing or playing some game while he’s busy with paperwork, Mori admits that you must be an interesting person. After all, Elise doesn’t pay everyone much mind or ignores their presence. However, Elise seems to really enjoy your presence.

➤ Falling for someone is something curious. Feelings develop before one can notice they grew, and so Mori sees you in his office more often and finds your presence to be surprisingly pleasant. Instead of talking about the mafia’s business, the conversation becomes more personal and you let him in on your private life, not thinking too much of it.

➤ Conversations vary between the two of you. It can be something as trivial as Mori complaining about his coffee tasting funny to more philosophical questions such as why people are born without their consent, why death is important, why people are so humane although the brain is built like a computer filled with data. It keeps Mori’s brain going and he likes the change of pace of not having to talk in a business way all the time.

➤ Mori’s out shopping with Elise and finds himself stopping at a sun dress for women, not girls. It catches Elise’s attention and she immediately knows what’s up. She personally witnesses how much time Mori spends with you and how he stopped using you as a mere pawn for his chess games. “Are you seriously thinking about another woman while I’m here?!“

➤ “Elise, it’s not like that, I swear!“ Mori tries to defend himself, but she caught him redhanded.

➤ He has never seen you wearing a dress, so Mori is curious to find out how the article of clothing would suit you and the more he dwells on the thought, the more he realizes he’s falling for you. Usually, only Elise was on his mind during their shopping trips, but now someone else interfers with that routine and he doesn’t mind it too much. Mori does feel sorry for Elise though. He had planned on buying her so much, yet here he was, thinking about getting you something as well.

➤ Unlike Dazai, Mori doesn’t himself of a relationship, although he knows it could tarnish your image at the mafia. He’s well aware of women being accused of sleeping their way up tot he top, although they have to work twice as hard as men to get the position they aim for. Naturally, he doesn’t want it to happen to you. How dare someone speak such vulgar assumptions about his [Name]?

➤ “By the way, I got you a dress when I was shopping with Elise.“

➤ “You WHAT?!“

➤ You still try the dress on and Mori finds himself wanting to buy you more, wanting to spoil you like Elise and wanting to see the rare blush on your cheeks. But that sight was only for his sight to see!

➤ “You should wear that dress for our date.“

➤ “This would sound more convincing if you didn’t say it with such a straight face, but I’m definitely not refusing.“

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Goodbye my lover 2/?

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: After you and Chris got a divorce you tried to move on but what will happen when you get confronted with all the things again that lead to him leaving you

Part 1

,,I cannot believe that you said yes to this. After everything he‘d done to you, you want to sit in a room together with him?!“

Your were sitting together with your big Brother Finn in his car as he was driving you to Scott’s house. After you told him about your plans he insisted to drive you there just in case Chris would say something and he could finally punch him in the face.

,,This day is about Scott and Zach. And not about Chris and me. Besides he said that Chris knows that I‘m coming and we both probably will ignore each other the whole evening.“

Finn sighed as you suddenly felt his large hand move over to grab your smaller hand and squeeze it lightly.

,,I‘m just worried about you that‘s all. It‘s your life and you can do whatever you want. All I want you is to be happy.“

You turned your head towards the window and watched all the trees and houses passing by until you reached Scott and Zachs home.

,,If you need me just call and I‘ll be here as fast as possible.“

You gave him a small kiss to his cheek as you nodded and stepped outside of the car, heading over to the huge door. Before you could even press knock it was already opened and Scott welcomed you with a huge grin on his face.

,,Y/N! I‘m so happy that you‘re here. Come in!“

He moved away so that you could step inside. The smell of a barbecue went through your nostrils and as you followed him to the garden it only got stronger till you saw Zach standing in front of the grill, wearing an apron that said Best fiancé #1

,,Well hello there!“ she said as soon as he saw you, giving you a quick hug before turning back to the burger patties on the grill.

,,Your mother is probably in the kitchen right? I‘ll go and greet her real quick.“

Scott nodded as he watched you head back inside to the kitchen and indeed there was Lisa standing together with your sisters in law Shanna and Carly, preparing the salads.

,,Oh my god! Y/N!“ Carly shouted as soon as she spotted you, jogging over to you and embracing you in a tight hug.

,,How are you doing love? We haven‘t seen you in ages!“ Lisa and Shanna were the next ones to give you a hug as you leaned against the kitchen counter a small smile playing around your lips.

You loved Chris family so much because the second he bought you home with him to introduce you as his new girlfriend they treated you like you were already a part of the family.

All of you kept chatting about your job and what you did the past five months after where you moved out and got yourself your own apartment.

,,I‘ll head to the bathroom real quick.“

You walked upstairs walking through the long hallway as you suddenly heard a voice that was just too familiar to not know immediately who it was.

Slowly you stepped over to the guest room and peeked through the small gap between the door and the doorframe to see Chris sitting with his niece Stella on the floor, playing with her Barbie dolls.

,,No uncle Chris! She can‘t wear the red t-Shirt. She has pink hair it won‘t match!“ the little girl shouted as she grabbed the doll from her uncles hand and removed the shirt that he just had put on her.

,,Well I thought it really suited her but you‘re the future fashion designer.“

Chris chuckle filled the room with happiness and you felt your heart flutter all over again. You loved his laugh and seeing him together with his little niece made a small smile appear on your lips.

You were so focused watching them play together that you did not notice how you leaned more against the doorframe, causing the door to open up completely.

,,Aunt Y/N!“ Stella jumped up and ran into your arms, hugging you tightly. She was always really clingy when you were around and always used to draw you pictures or craft you some small gift.

,,Stella why don‘t you go downstairs and get that little surprise that grandma promised you today.“

The little girl grinned happily and ran downstairs,leaving you and Chris alone in the guest room.

,,What are you doing here?“ he asked with his eyebrow raised a little bit and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

,,Scott invited me. I thought you knew that I would come.“

,,Does this look like the face of someone who knew that his ex girlfriend would join their family dinner?“

He walked past you as you felt the rage building up in your body. How could he behave like that even after 5 months and treat you like total shit.

,,So you‘re just going to ignore me the whole evening? Do you really think I wanted to come here and see your face after everything that happened? Why can‘t you behave like an adult for once and pretend that everything is fine. Do it for your brother if he means something to you!“

You left Chris in the hallway, walking downstairs where everyone was already waiting for you. They gathered around the table as you saw Scott pat the chair next to you wanting you to sit next down next to him.

,,Why did you lie to me saying Chris knew that I would be here today?“

You whispered into Scott’s ear as he grabbed your hand and looked at you with pretty guilty facial expression.

,,I‘m sorry. I knew you wouldn‘t come so I lied to you...I really wanted to have you here with us.“

You sighed and turned back to the table to start eating like everyone else did. Chris was sitting a few chairs away from you, talking to his father and his mother his gaze sometimes meeting yours.

*3 years ago*

,,I‘m so exited for the two of you!“

Lisa stood in front you as Chris had his arms wrapped around your body, pressing you against his chest.

,,I can‘t believe we‘re finally doing this. After all these years it will finally be happening.“ Chris placed a kiss to your cheek as you heard his father calling for his mother and she left the two of you alone in the kitchen of their house.

,,Do you have any idea how much I love you?“ he turned you around and made you look into his beautiful eyes by holding your face in his big hands.

,,Mhhh I don‘t know. Why don‘t you show me?“

A huge grin appeared on his face as he pulled you closer and kissed you with all the passion he had. There was something about Chris kisses that made you long for more every time he pulled away.

Even after your marriage he made your legs jiggle every single time and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. He was the greatest man you could ever wish for and you felt that this was made to be for forever

The evening carried on as the sun slowly set and you were sitting together with Carly on the bench in the back of the garden drinking a glass of wine together.

,,You still love him don‘t you?“ she suddenly asked and caught you staring at Chris again who was playing football with his nephew Miles.

,,I don‘t really know what I feel to be honest. The last couple of months just had been horrible for me.“

,,Y/N I‘ve known you for a couple of years now and I can tell that there is more that is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?“

You took a zip of your wine staring into the distance, just shaking your head. You were so in thoughts that you did not notice that Chris walked over to the two of you with his hands in his pockets.

,,Y/N can I talk to you for a second?“

Part 3

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kyouxa · 4 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 12)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too!

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Yui: Why are you and Ayato-kun attacking us so abruptly again… ?

Kanato: Such a thing is not worth worrying about. We will not repeat to make the same mistake as we did previously.

Ayato: This time I‘ll make sure to find a way to make Eve mine.

*they start running*

Yui: (They are directly running towards us now… !)

Yuma: All their brains helped them for, was just to force their way through the window.

Ayato: Hah? Any type of work is fine as long as we‘re taking her with us this time.

Besides, other than last time it seems as if it‘s only you two facing us in the fight.

Yui: (Nn, he‘s not wrong about that… !)

Reiji: Oh my, I do not recall inviting the two of you to our tea party. However, it would be a shame if I would not offer you anything for trying to attend.

Here is — something to drink!

*Reiji throws his cup*

Ayato: Yikes, that‘s hot!!

Kanato: So hot!! The tea got in my eyes… !

Reiji: While you still can, bring Eve to a safe place!

Yuma: Leave her to me! Hey, Eve. Grab onto me!

*Yuma picks her up*

Yui: Uwah… Yuma-kun!? Why are you carrying me on your shoulders… Nn

Yuma: Having you run with your fatigue legs would make it easier for them to chase after us.

As things are now, we have to keep running without stopping! So keep on holding tight!

Yui: U-Understood!

*they run off*

Ayato: Shit, that dude! Come back here!

Reiji: Stay right there. I cannot possibly allow for people with those manners to step into this house as they please.

Ayato: Heh, bring it on then. Assholes like you are people I strike down with barely one hit in the face!

Kanato: It‘s truly impertinent to arrange a tea party without even having any sweets to enjoy while drinking. I‘ll make sure to have you repent that choice.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Hallway

Yuma: Haa, Haa… as long as we make it straight through the hallway, we‘ll reach the basement!

Once we got there, our enemies won‘t be able to invade so simply anymore!

Yui: (I‘m thinking about Reiji-san, Ayato and Kanato-kun… they must be fighting each other once again after all)

Yuma: Don‘t make such a face. We‘re talking about Reiji, no need to worry about him. He‘s still the eldest son of this family, right?

No matter how strong those two are together, they‘re nothing more than small fish for him.

Leaving that aside, you should be the one mainly worrying about yourself right now

Yui: O-Okay...

Yuma: ….. !

Yui: What‘s wrong?

Yuma: Someone‘s hiding over there.

Yui: Eh… someone… ?

*footsteps approach*

Laito: Nfu, how disappointing. We were trying to give you a surprise attack while you‘d be passing by.

Subaru: Tch… no need to talk about our planned actions anymore, we can still crush them eye to eye.

Yui: Laito-kun! Subaru-kun!

Yuma: Hah!? Why are those guys from violet here too!?

Yui: (Our path is being blocked by them. Even if we try to go back, Ayato-kun would still be in the living room…)

Laito: Tsk tsk, looks as if Eve is with a completely different man now, as she was some time ago.

That means you really are a bitch.

Yuma: Tch… it‘s impossible for me to get away with those two as opponents and you on my shoulder.

Hey, I‘ll have to let you down.

*Yuma puts her down*

Yui: Yuma-kun, what will you do?

Yuma: Hah? Isn‘t that obvious? I‘ll have to bring them down.

Laito: I understand your passion and all, but you‘d have to fight two people all on your own though.

Yuma: The number of my opponents doesn‘t matter. I‘ve made a promise to Shu about her.

I‘ll protect her no matter what.

Yui: Yuma-kun…

Yuma: Hey, you assholes better come at me right away! I‘ll make sure to take both of you out, even together if needed!

*Yuma draws his sword*

Subaru: Heh… bring it on. I‘ll take the opportunity to return what you‘ve done to me the other day then.

*Subaru draws his sword*

Subaru: I‘ll slice you open with one hit.

Laito: Eve will become mine at the end of this.

*door bangs open*

Yui: ….. ! What was that sound?

Ayato: You, wait right there!

Kanato: We won‘t let you get away!

Yuma: Reiji!

Yui: Reiji-san!

Reiji: ….. ! Why are you still here in this place!?

Yuma: There was no other option, these guys were hiding and blocking our way!

Reiji: I truly believed it would be possible to evacuate her this way, but it turned out to be a failure. When it comes to a pincer attack like this...

Yui: (Does that actually mean both families seriously joined hands with each other?)

(If that‘s really true, without Kino-kun and Shu-san with us, our chance of winning in this situation is ridiculously low—)

Ayato: Hah? Why did Carla send those guys over to this place!?

Subaru: Why would Ruki make the choice of only sending those idiots over here… !?

Yui: Eh… ?

(Everyone‘s state with each other feels suspicious. Was this all really just a coincidence?)

Kanato: What is this all supposed to mean… Ayato!?

Ayato: Hah? I don‘t know either! Don‘t ask me about that!

Laito: Does that mean while we were hiding here, those other two guys were attacking this mansion by chance only?

Subaru: Tch… as if I‘d let those idiots take Eve just because they‘re here too!

Ayato: Hah!? This woman is gonna be my possession!

Subaru: We‘ll have to settle this here and now then!

Ayato: I was the first one to find Eve in this mansion, so it‘s obvious she‘s gonna be mine. I‘ll easily win her over you guys.

Laito: Even though you say that, weren‘t we the first ones to hide in the mansion before you came here? Doesn‘t that make us the winners?

Kanato: Ahh come on, shut up, shut up! It doesn‘t matter who was first, let‘s just hurry up and catch her.

Otherwise I‘ll be missing out on today‘s treatment again, and I‘ll not allow such oppression to happen.

Subaru: Hah!? Why are you talking about between-meal snacks all of the sudden now!?

Ayato: That‘s why it would be an easy settlement if you‘d simply approve the fact that I‘ve been the first one to see her after all.

Yui: (W-What do we do… ? Ayato-kun and the others are starting a whole new dispute by themselves…)

Yuma: W-What the hell‘s going on… ? Should we take this chance as long as we can to get away?

Yui: S-Shouldn‘t we wait to see how this might turn out? After all, everyone seems to be a little confused right now!

Ayato: Anyway, I‘ve got hold of this information someone sent, so it‘s obvious I‘d follow it.

This evening, due to Reiji‘s stubbornness, this mansion will be short of hands. Therefore, this could be the perfect chance to aim for Eve.

Yui: (A letter!? Who would do that to us…)

Ayato: With this, it was incredibly easy for me to find a method to break in!

Subaru: ...Hey, I received the same kind of letter as you did.

Ayato: Hah? Why would anyone sent the same thing to you guys too!?

Subaru: How should I know this bullshit!?

Yui: Does that mean both of your families received the same letter… ?

(Then someone explicitly chose those four to come here?)

Kanato: This talk has become totally insignificant now. All I want is to obtain Eve and afterwards return back to our mansion.

Yui: Nn… !

Ayato: If I‘m thinking it over, you‘re right. We won‘t let you have her either way!

Subaru: Laito! We‘ll also start moving!

Laito: Of course, I didn‘t plan on handing her over.

*Laito draws his sword*

Yui: (Now everyone is aiming for me all at once… !)

Yuma: Tch… they‘re really coincidence attacking synchronously will benefit them.

Reiji: ...Ngh.

Yui: (They‘re really doing it. What are we going to do… !?)

(If only Shu-san was here with us—)

Nn… Shu-san… !

Reiji: ...He still has not come back.

Yui: (Huh, Reiji-san… ?)

Ayato: C‘mon, hand her over now!

Yui: (It‘s useless, there‘s nothing we can do anymore… !)

*Yui closes her eyes*

Yui: (I‘m sorry, Shu-san…)

???: ...Even after already having your memories removed, you guys never change at all.

Yui: ….. !

Ayato: Hah!? Who‘s speaking!?

Yui: (No way… that voice just now… !)

Shu: Don‘t start crying. There‘s no need to make a stir now.

Yui: ….. ! Shu-san!?

Yuma: Shu!?

Shu: You guys, hold your breath for a bit.

Yui: Eh… ?

Reiji: You, turn your head this way!

Yui: Reiji-san… uwah!?

(He covered my mouth with his hand!?)

Shu: Make sure to take my advice seriously… Ngh!

*Shu throws bomb*

Ayato: What did he throw? Some ball? As if this would do anything.

Laito: Hold on, there‘s some sort of pollen dust coming out… Nn...

Kanato: Unexpected… powers… came out…

*Kanato collapses*

Subaru: Shit, what‘s… this...

Ayato: Nn… sleepy...

Yui: (.....!? Everyone who inhalled the powder collapsed… ?)

Reiji: The mineral dust appears to have calmed down. It should be okay for you to breathe now.

Yui: Haa… Reiji-san, as for this...

Reiji: Before that, would you not want to celebrate your reunion first?

Yui: Ah…

Shu: Are you okay?

Yui: Shu-san… you seriously came back here… ?

Shu: Yes. I‘m back now, Yui.

Yui: ...Nn… Shu-san...

Shu-san!

*Yui hugs Shu*

Shu: ...Ngh. Don‘t come cling into me with all your strength like that. What would I‘ve done if I missed to catch you?

Choices

1) My heart couldn‘t hold back anymore (black)

2) It‘s good to see you‘re safe (white)♡♡♡

— My heart couldn‘t hold back anymore

Yui: My heart simply couldn‘t hold back anymore...

No matter how long you left this mansion for, you came back… you really… came back...

Shu: Yes… you must‘ve been worried

Yui: I kept thinking about all sorts of things, but mostly about what I‘d do if someone encountered and even attacked you...

I told you not to leave from the beginning, and despite me saying that you still left...

Shu: ...Sorry about that.

Yui: (Shu-san, he now embraced me even tighter…)

Shu: I‘m here with you now, and I‘ll make sure to never leave you again.

Yui: ...Yes. Please never leave me again…

— It‘s good to see you‘re safe♡

Yui: I‘m just glad to see you‘re safe… I‘m really happy you came back with no injuries whatsoever…

Shu: ...I already figured you‘d be worried and concerned about my coming back. Sorry about all that.

But did you seriously think I‘d go off letting anyone finish me off while I have you waiting here? There‘s no way I‘d dare to leave you behind.

Yui: Yes… I was worried, but I kept believing you‘re safe…

end Choices

Yui: (My vision is already getting blurry from my tears, but I want to look at Shu-san‘s face for a little longer…)

Shu: Your face will look all soggy if you don‘t stop crying.

Yui: I‘m already trying...

Shu: That‘s not it. Such a thing as your tear-stained face, is simply not part of my prefered likings.

So stop crying already… Nn…

*Shu kisses Yui*

Yui: Nn...

(This kiss felt as if it has been forever since we last met. Shu-san‘s cold lips are easily taking away the entire sadness I beared within me until now…)

*time passed*

Shu: Did you calm down now?

Yui: Yes...

Welcome back, Shu-san.

Shu: ...Yes.

*Shu backs off*

Shu: Looks as if you all managed to successfully stay safe till now.

Reiji: Good grief, your arrival was already overdue. How long did you intend on keeping us waiting?

Shu: Don‘t you think I‘ve had the perfect timing with my arrival? It was all a make-or-break game anyhow.

Yui: Eh? Um… did you know that Shu-san would come back here, Reiji-san?

Before that, the fight you had...

Shu: Ah, about that. Explaining it would be rather difficult...

Reiji: Let‘s leave this talk aside for now. Before anything else, we should capture Ayato and the others first.

Shu: You‘re right. We should tie them up, so they wouldn‘t be able to get up and cause trouble again.

Hey, Yuma. You should also help—

Yuma: …..

Yui: Ah… Yuma-kun?

Reiji: He appears to be sleeping...

Shu: Haa… he apparently inhaled the eruption of smoke as well. And he even did so after I explicitly warned you all not to.

Yui: But he still tried his very best while protecting me. He carried me on his shoulders and also tried escaping with me.

Shu: I see. Seems as if he diligently tried to protect you as he swore.

It‘s thanks to you that she‘s safely staying here then. Thanks for that, Yuma.

Yuma: …..

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fullsunalicia · 4 years

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hi!!! if requests are open can you write a crazy rich asians au with renjun ? thank u 💗 u write so well !! hope you have a great day !!

rags and riches - HRJ

renjun has always avoided talking about family with you. but when he jokingly drops to one knee and asks you to accompany him to a wedding after scaring you to death, you are led into the prosperous world of the huangs - you are just not sure if you‘re actually welcome there.

kind of mixed au, renjun is an idol but his family is still wealthy and they expect him to take over the family business when his career is done!

thank you so much for your request! it sounded so fun, and i loved writing it, though i’m kinda unsure on how it turned out! had to change lots so it wouldn’t be exactly like the movie, but i hope you will still enjoy it! 🤍

Huang Renjun loves you with all his heart. Always has, always will. There is not a moment where his eyes don‘t seem to sparkle as he watches you, his touch always careful and loving as if he was afraid of breaking you. Nonetheless, Renjun has never spoken about family with you, since it was a sensitive topic to him. And you have never bothered him, because you know there are families in the world that don‘t quite work as nicely as yours for example.

So when he begs you to accompany him to Dong Sicheng‘s wedding, where his entire family will be present, you are suffice to say, very shocked. (Not only did he scare you with a fake proposal, but he also topped it off by wanting to introduce you to his parents. Renjun should be glad you didn‘t pass out on the spot.)

„You‘re impossible,“ you mumble, though Renjun still hears you over all the noise in the restaurant. He filters it all out, all of his concentration and attention on you. It makes your heart flutter, and it makes it very hard to stay mad at him. „Absolutely impossible. Now I don‘t want to marry you, ever.“

„So harsh.“ Renjun scoops up a little bit of the dessert you both ordered and offers it to you. It‘s a little silly, but you like being fed by him, because this way you can ignore him and also still enjoy your food. He snickers as you welcome the fork in your mouth with a glare. „I‘m sorry! I like being dramatic once in a while. If you want me to, I‘ll get you a ring and make you Huang (y/n) right now. My mother is going to love you anyways.“

„No, absolutely not!“ Alarmed, you look up, fingers moving on their own accord to clasp around his wrist. Renjun drops the fork on his plate and cups your chin with his now free hand. The admiration in his eyes makes you feel a little dizzy, and you wonder how you‘ve managed to find the perfect man despite being having your heart broken so many times. With Renjun, you‘ve hit the jackpot, and you don‘t want to gamble your luck with him by marrying the man without his mother‘s blessing.

„So against marrying me? Ouch.“

„I‘d love to marry you, you big idiot.“ The words make a big grin appear on Renjun‘s face. So cunning. He knows exactly what to say to have you do his bidding, casually masking the fact that he‘s just as whipped for you as you are for him. You kiss his thumb when it swipes over your lower lip. He beams. „But I think if you‘re going to introduce me to your mother, we should wait with the marrying. Otherwise, she‘s going to disown you.“

You don‘t notice the way Renjun‘s face drops, because you‘re busy scraping the rest of your shared dessert from the plate. When you look up again and hold it to his lips, the grimace is already gone, replaced by a smirk, and you blush when his tongue swipes off the cream that remained on the offered fork. „What for? I‘m bringing her the perfect girl back home.“

As you both bicker back and forth as to how his mother would react, someone who knows Huang Renjun‘s face from their home in China passes you both and sneakily takes a picture. They don‘t know who you are, but they‘re going to find out - after all, the famous Huang heir is head over heels in love with you.

And nothing stays a secret long in the world of the rich.

❀ ❀ ❀

„This is a joke, right, Renjun? Renjun?“

Your boyfriend tugs you along, and you want to kiss the stupid smirk off his face. It‘s really infuriating that no matter what he does, it‘s attractive. „Come on, (y/n), we don‘t want to miss our flight.“

„Our first class flight? The one we can‘t afford?“

Warm fingers interlock with yours so Renjun can pull you to him. The moment he wraps an arm around your waist, you‘re putty in his hands, but you still crane your neck to look at him in confusion. This wasn‘t what you expected when your mother and you packed snacks for your expected economy flight so you wouldn‘t waste money on the ridiculous expensive ones. „I‘m an idol,“ is the only thing Renjun says. „Why wouldn‘t I be able to afford it?“

„You don‘t even fly first class with the Dreamies. Why would you be able to fly it now..?“

Really, you don‘t know what you‘ve gotten yourself into. But you can‘t complain when Renjun cups your face and kisses you like his life depends on it, even though you know he‘s just trying to distract you right now. And it works.

You want to kick him.

The rest of your power walk to the plane is spent silent, since the airport is packed with people and you wouldn‘t understand each other anyway. Your jaw almost drops when the flight attendant offers you champagne, but thanks to Renjun guiding you along, you manage to take it and follow him quietly into the private suite. Yes, you read correctly. Private. Suite.

„Please don‘t tell me you‘re secretly a yakuza and that‘s why you suddenly have so much money.“

Renjun laughs, but he doesn‘t allow you to sit in the seat that was reserved for you. He pulls you on his lap and buries his face in your neck, weirdly affectionate. You blame it on him trying to get out off this without sparing too much details. But there‘s no turning back now - he‘s already let slip too much, and you‘re getting kinda nervous at what you‘re being confronted with right now. „I‘m not part of the yakuza, baby,“ he answers, and you sigh in relief. He pinches your thigh as punishment that you‘d actually believe that. „My family has connections to this airline, friends they‘ve known for a long time. Really, I got the tickets for cheap.“

Hopefully, this ridiculous suite would cover you enough so nobody would see you guys clinging to each other. Renjun lets you take his face in between your hands, head falling back in obedience as you try to make him look you in the eyes. He looks like a prince straight out of the many paintings he creates in private, the flawed perfection of someone who was human, attractive and real. Renjun is what you call ethereal.

„You never told me what your parents do,“ you say, guilt already pooling in your stomach because you mentioned his parents. Bothering him is the least thing you want to do, but you‘re going to meet his family and you don‘t even know what they work as, what their life consists of. How they raised Renjun. Obviously, they must have done a very good job, because to you, Renjun is stunning. A good heart, with good intentions. Respectful. With humor. Confident.

Renjun hums. „Nothing interesting. Just... investments, real estate, that stuff.“

Your heart drops. Suddenly, the man who‘s lap you‘re sitting on doesn‘t want to look you in the eyes anymore, a fake yawn tumbling from his lips. „We should sleep. When we wake up, we‘ll already be there.“

„Your family‘s rich?“

He shifts below you, your waist suddenly his anchor. „Well, we can‘t complain.“

„That‘s what rich people always say,“ you respond almost immediately. „Oh, my god, Renjun. Why didn‘t you tell me? I mean, it doesn‘t matter to me, money‘s not everything... but it would‘ve been nice to know what I‘m getting into. What I should be expecting.“

He sighs, dejected. At the start of your relationship, Renjun had pleaded you to not ask much about his family because he preferred telling you stuff on his own accords. You‘ve heard lots about his favorite cousins and you remember sleepy retellings of things that happened in his childhood, but never ever had Renjun mentioned that his family was well-off. The thought makes your chest tighten. What if they were the stuck-up type? What if they didn‘t like you because you were still a student in university, barely submitting your essays on time?

The plane stutters in the air, champagne sloshing against your glasses dangerously close to the rim. Renjun grips your waist tighter. Almost as if you were apologizing for the intruding question about his parents, you lower your face to his so you can kiss his cheek, but Renjun moves his head and kisses you properly. The sound of suprise you make is drowned out by him pulling you closer, warm hands you‘ve known for many years moving to rest on your lower back and push you against him. Your own hands abandon his face so you can press them against the wall behind him and prop yourself up. Renjun tastes like alcohol and the chewing gum he had popped in his mouth earlier.

You part from each other when the glasses of champagne tip over and ruin the seat that was supposed to be yours, but Renjun only laughs it off and chases your lips again. This time, he doesn‘t stop until you‘ve forgotten your own name and the lingering shock of learning about his family‘s social standing.

❀ ❀ ❀

After a very warm welcome from Sicheng and his soon-to-be bride, they take you guys out to have dinner. You find out that her name is Yijie, and she‘s just as affectionate as you. The only difference is that no matter who it is, Yijie showers them with love and praise, while you need a while to warm your engine up and get to know others. That must be the reason Sicheng has fallen in love with her. She‘s so kind and cute, you almost want to coo at her.

Your dinner is spent on a streetfood market, where Renjun shows you around. A lot of people recognize him and start chatting him up, and the tips of Renjun‘s ears turn red when they speak to him in dialect and compliment him on having grown up well. The atmosphere is great. Before leaving the plane, you had been terribly afraid of not fitting in, but now, it‘s like you‘ve always been a part of their little group. Yijie rests her head on your shoulder while you feed Renjun and Sicheng feeds her, your boyfriend conversing with his childhood friend happily. It makes you happy, aswell. Happy for him to be home. To reconcile. To have family to come back to.

„You know,“ Yijie whispers in your ear. „I‘ve never seen Renjun so happy before. He hasn‘t stopped smiling since he walked out of the check-out.“

It‘s your turn to blush. Yijie giggles as you reach for your beer to cool down, and she sits up so she can look at you properly. „He‘s just glad to be home,“ yo mumble, but you can‘t deny that your heartbeat seems to speed up. You love Renjun. With every fiber of your being.

Your new friend waves you off. She seems absolutely sure with her assumption, and Yijie even nudges your shoulder as if to tease you. „Look at him!“ she tells you. „I‘m so glad he found you. You both seem like a perfect fit. Both Sicheng and I have been waiting for this for a long time, so thank you for blessing him with your existence. He‘s a lucky guy.“

The words make tears prick at your eyes. You hadn‘t expected such a warm welcome, so afraid of being rejected by people Renjun treasures and values. Silly you. They‘re accepting you with open arms.

But his friends are only the warm-up. You‘re yet to meet his mom.

❀ ❀ ❀

You‘re woken up by sneaky fingers dipping beneath the stolen shirt you‘ve plucked from Renjun yesterday, just seconds before the alarm rings that mentioned man set for himself. He groans and decides to ignore it, just like he ignores your „Get up, Sicheng‘s probably waiting for you“ so he can bunch up your shirt and leave kisses on your stomach.

Both of you had plans for today, and the next time he‘d be seeing you was in the evening to join him for the party his mother was holding. While Renjun would be busy fulfilling his duties as a best man, you‘d be paying a visit to a good college friend of yours who‘s been begging you for a long time come stay at her residence in China. Renjun‘s alarm continues to ring as he makes his way down to your hips, but you stop him just before you‘re unable to say no.

„Stand up, you fake friend.“

„Oh, come on.“ Renjun raises his head to look at you with a pout. The sunlight hits him just right, making his features look angelic, surreal. You wish eyes would be able to take pictures; you‘d want to capture this moment forever. „I‘m able to get you off and still be punctual to my meeting with Sicheng.“

„Go get ready before I kick you out of bed.“

„So bossy.“ Without warning, his fingers dip into the waistline of your panties, and he lets it snap against your skin, a loud laugh escaping his lips when you tackle him and pull him into the warm sheets. Laughter morphs into screams when you dig your fingers into his pretty waist to tickle him, hands grabbing your wrists to hold them together and pin them against his chest. „Rude,“ he gasps out.

You straighten your back and straddle his waist. His eyes roam over your curves, the wish to put his hands on them and grip them tightly evident in his eyes(he‘s weirdly infatuated with them), but he can‘t let you go without being tickled again. You grin. Game over.

Renjun rolls his eyes. „I‘ll get you back for this another time. Now, get off. I have to go be a best man.“

„Oh, really?“ Your wrists feel featherlight as he lets you go and you roll off, grabbing the sheets to cocoon yourself into them again. The mattress dips beneath Renjun as he stands up and stretches, the muscles in his back feathering after every move. „You should have told me. I thought that alarm was your daily reminder for morning sex.“

„Oh, shut up,“ he snickers, and you watch him get dressed. „When are you visiting Yuqi?“

Yuqi and you didn‘t share a single class, but you‘ve managed to bond over your addiction to coffeine. Over the span of two years, you guys had grown as close as sisters, and she‘s already been to several family gatherings of yours. She‘s your best friend in the entire world, and that‘s why she‘s been begging you to come meet her parents aswell, as they‘ve been eager to meet the girl who‘s been saving her daughter‘s ass before every exam. Though, she’s only met Renjun briefly. He didn’t visit your shared dorm often and Yuqi rarely accompanies you both when you hangout, because she hates thirdweeling.

You close your eyes. It‘s way too early in the morning, and you silently curse out Renjun‘s alarm for waking you up. „I don‘t know. I think I‘m invited for lunch..? I‘m pretty excited. I‘ve never ever seen Yuqi‘s parents before, so this is pretty new for me.“

„Just use it as practice,“ you hear Renjun say. The blankets are pulled off your body in a matter of seconds, and your boyfriend leans over you again for a goodbye kiss. You giggle into it as Renjun caresses the side of your face. „You‘ve never met mine, either. This way, you can atleast be a little bit prepared for this evening.“

You later learn that meeting Yuqi‘s parents was indeed good preparation. The gates of the Song reside open to reveal a giant mansion, and your tiny best friend rushes out to fling herself into your arms. You wrap your arms as tightly around her as you can, welcoming the immense warmth Yuqi always seems to emit.

„You came!“ Yuqi beams, slipping her hand into yours. Her dogs followed her outside, and they were now excitedly jumping and clawing at your knees. You want to reach out and scratch them behind their ears, but someone whistles as a signal for them to return. When you look up, you catch a glimpse of Yuqi‘s mother, who‘s as excited as her daughter. „There she is!“ the elderly woman cheers while she lifts her dogs onto her arms. She looks exactly like Yuqi, who now tugs you into this giant house. „I‘m so glad to meet my daughter‘s hero. Without you, she‘ll never be able to finish university.“

„Oh, thank you for the encouragement, mom. You‘re so kind. Is there anything else you‘d like to praise me on? My taste in friends, maybe?“

You giggle and card your fingers through Yuqi‘s hair. Both women are grinning at you heartily, and the scent of freshly cooked food lures you into the room at the end of the golden-decorated hall. Everything here screams expensive. Speaking of, you‘re pretty sure that just one of these jade lamps would be enough to pay off your rent for the month. Maybe it shouldn‘t suprise you that Renjun didn‘t mention his family‘s money, just like Yuqi did. After all, they are not their family, but their own person. Even though Yuqi‘s parents seemed to represent wealth, you know Yuqi pays everything herself, picking up more shifts than she can to be financially independent and make herself proud. You definitely are.

The food melts on your tongue, and Yuqi keeps loading more dishes onto your plate. Apparently to the Song parents, you‘re way too thin, and it‘s good that you came to eat. They‘re the perfect people to gain weight with. They laugh at that, but Yuqi just rolls her eyes.

„Well, (y/n), I don‘t see a ring on your finger!“ her father exclaims as he passes you some dumplings. Chinese food is the best, and even though you should probably slow down, the food‘s just too good. „You‘d be the perfect wife for our Yukhei. Isn‘t that right, Xuxi? These are the kind of women you should be pursuing. Smart and confident! Not those silly dancers you bring home every weekend.“

Yukhei doesn‘t seem to hear you. He‘s too concentrated on his phone, and you think you can see him swiping through Tinder. Yikes.

„Dad, I already told you,“ Yuqi reminds her father, and she opens her mouth to accept the raddish you‘re offering her. Obedient, she follows your order of chewing before talking. „She‘s here with her boyfriend. The boyfriend she‘s going to accompany to his friend‘s wedding, remember?“

„Doesn‘t matter! No ring, no problem.“ The elderly man nudges his son‘s shoulder, who only looks up quickly, furrows his brows at the sight of you and pays attention to his phone again. „I suppose it would be good to know the competition, Xuxi. Who‘s your boyfriend, little (y/n)? Maybe we know him. Word spreads fast in cities like these!“

„Yeah!“ Yuqi‘s mother chimes in, in the middle of feeding one of the dogs a nugget she took from the younger children. „We‘ve got some connections. There‘s not a family we don‘t know of!“

„Oh, well..“ You set your chopsticks down, smiling a little awkwardly. This situation was rather weird, but her parents were still very nice, so. „His name is Huang Renjun.“

At the mention of your boyfriend‘s name, suddenly the entire table‘s attention seems to be you. Yuqi drops fork and spoon loudly, and even Yukhei seems to have abandoned his phone in shock.

You scratch your head. His family doesn‘t have a bad reputation, do they? Maybe he does belong to the yakuza..

„The Renjun you‘re dating is Huang Renjun?“ Yuqi is the first to find her voice again. She sounds like she‘s in awe. You nod, confused. Shouldn‘t she know that? You speak of him like, always. But come to think of it, they‘ve never talked properly and maybe you didn‘t use last names. „Yeah...“ you trail off. „I‘m going to meet his mother at the party today. Why, what‘s wrong?“

„And you‘re wearing that? Oh, my god, (y/n), I can‘t believe you.“ Yuqi stands up, her precious meal forgotten. „I‘m going to have to take care of you, you lost cause. You should have told me this in advance!“

„The Huangs are the richest family there is!“ Yuqi‘s mom finally explains, and all the blood rushes into your cheeks. „They‘ve built their own empire here in Jilin. I can‘t even count the many buildings that belong to their company! The Huangs have lived here for the long time, and they have business branches in Korea, China and Japan. Do you know what old money is? They basically invented that term. There‘s rich, super rich, and then lastly the Huangs.“

All the information that‘s being poured onto you just makes you kind of want to vomit. Not a single word of that was ever mentioned to you by Renjun, and now you‘re terrified of stepping into that dinner party. After all, you‘re just (y/n), a part-time waitress and full-time student in Seoul. You and Yuqi are barely able to cover rent. You‘re lucky to get some free time in between studying and working. And the Huangs... You breathe out, your breath stuttering in your lungs out of nervousness.

Your best friends notices almost immediately, a glare etched into her eyes as she leads you away from the table and towards her dressing room. „Hey!“ she yells, breaking you out of that dark cloud in your mind where you had started to doubt your worth. „Just because they‘re filthy rich and you‘re not doesn‘t mean you‘re not worth of seeing them. You‘re dating Renjun, not his parents. If they‘ve got a problem with that, they can suck my dick. Renjun loves you. That‘s what matters.“

„Thank you,“ you mumble. She flicks your forehead. „Ouch!“

„Drop the emo-mode,“ she deadpans. „I‘ve got like two hours to make a miracle out of you. Why didn‘t you take that backless dress I bought you for your birthday? That would‘ve been perfect to flaunt your goddess body at that party!“

„I didn‘t want to meet his parents half-naked!“

„Why?“ Yuqi pinches your stomach. „You‘re hot.“

As you sit down on an armchair, she digs through the many dresses and clothes for the perfect outfit for you. Everything in here seems to sparkle, and you wonder how many gifts Yuqi has made you that were secretly really valuable without you knowing. Now you feel guilty about the stuff you‘ve been buying her... even though they were expensive to you.

Every now and then, she asks you about Renjun, or your spring break, and you‘re glad she doesn‘t mention his parents again. She spends the afternoon dolling you up like you were her favorite barbie, and she claps excitedly when she‘s done. „Oh my god, please cheat on Renjun with me,“ she begs you, and you jokingly punch her shoulder.

You do feel really good right now, though. The dress fits nicely, with a cleavage that didn‘t reveal too much. Most of your attire was discarded by Yuqi as she redressed you, but she left Renjun‘s necklace alone. He had gifted it to you on your third anniversary.

The drive to the party seems to wake up all the nerves in your brain again, nervousness flooding your entire consciousness. Even Yuqi seems to fidget, because „the Huangs are just that kind of intimidating“. That doesn‘t really help you.

„Oh my god,“ Yuqi mumbles under her breath. „Are you sure you entered the right address? I feel like someone‘s going to jump us out here and I‘ll die without ever seeing the legendary Huang residence.“

„Yuqi, your house is enormous.“

„Yes, it is. But my house and the Huang house? That‘s like comparing it to the fucking Queen‘s palace. It‘s not the same!“

„Will you stop dwelling on the fact that you‘re all rich?“

„You wanna be my sugar baby, (y/n)ie? I pay really well.“

„Shut that mouth or pay our rent, Song Yuqi,“ you tell her, and she laughs out loud. The laugh suddenly comes to a halt though when she yells out in suprise and you flinch in your seat.

„That‘s a guard“, Yuqi screeches as she looks out her window. Lo and behold, there‘s an intimidating man standing there who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Is... that a gun in his hands?... „Right. A guard. A guard for the Huangs. Very normal. Yeah.“ She breathes in and out, opening her window just an inch so the mysterious man can talk. „I, uhh, I‘m bringing Huang Renjun‘s girlfriend? (l/n) (y/n)? Tiny and really easy to embarrass? I mean Renjun by that.“

The man seems unfazed. He leans back from Yuqi‘s window and checks the list in his hands for your name, before he waves you guys along and the gates open, though you can barely see that in the darkness. Yuqi squeaks out a thank you and quickly gets the car moving.

„Oh, my god,“ you gasp and lean forward. Yuqi was right. This really is the Queen‘s palace.

A few moments later you finally reach the entrance, and you almost pass out at the sight Renjun presents you. Dressed in a suit and his hair styled, he approaches the car with a big grin. The door‘s already open when he reaches for you because you couldn‘t wait to get out and fall into his arms. He pulls you out of the car and right into his arms, lips finding yours on instinct. „You‘re beautiful,“ he whispers, all his love and honesty poured into the words. „Absolutely stunning. If I could, I‘d grab my brushes right now to paint you.“

„You kiss-up,“ you respond, accusing him in a joking manner, but really you‘re too busy admiring him. As if they were acting on their own, your fingers grip his tuxedo. „You clean up really well, I‘d say.... Rather ravishing.“

„Eat me,“ comes the instant answer, and you slap his shoulder. Idiot.

A cough is heard from inside the car. Renjun lets you go temporarily to peak his head through the door. „Fancy seeing you here, Song,“

„Fancy finding out that you‘re a Huang after you‘ve been dating my best friend for years,“ she huffs, but she‘s not being serious. Nonetheless, Renjun scratches the back of his head. “Should‘ve known something was wrong with you, Renjun. But anyways... I‘ve brought you your princess.“

„Thank you for taking care of her and driving here.“ Your boyfriend sounds serious, sincere. Yuqi laughs. „You‘re welcome, mate,“ she hums, „It really wasn‘t a problem. Then, I‘ll be on my way...“

„Would you like to stay for dinner?“

„Oh, I actually have dinner plans, I wouldn‘t like to impose...“

„You know you‘re always welcome, Yuqi, any friend of (y/n)‘s-„

„Of course I‘ll stay for dinner, what kind of question,“ interrupts Yuqi and slides out of the car, dropping the keys in some butler‘s hand who‘s going to park the car for her, and Renjun breaks out into laughter. That was to be expected. While Yuqi digs through the trunk of her car, Renjun turns to you, excited smile on his lips. “Are you ready to meet my mom?”

You try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, fear eating at your heart. “Of course I am. I want to thank her for blessing me with you.”

❀ ❀ ❀

You take everything you said about Yuqi’s hands back. This place is too big. You feel like you’ll get lost the second Renjun lets go of you, but there’s so many things you want to see and try. Desserts, finger food, alcohol. Lots of people came to attend the gathering, laughing, chattering away. No matter how focussed they were on a conversation, the second you stepped into a room, all eyes were on you.

“Come on,” Renjun whispers into your ear. “My mom’s probably in the kitchen. She wants everything to be perfect.”

The closer you get to the kitchen, the faster your heart pounds. If this continues, you’re going to die from a heart attack the second you look Mrs Huang in the face. There’s no turning back. You’re already here.

Mrs Huang is easily recognizable. Straight back, the same sharp eyes your boyfriend possesses. She’s dressed in a very beautiful gown, and it glimmers in the flickering lights of the kitchen; the light of the lightbulbs isn’t very strong. Her eyes meet yours only briefly before she firmly sets them onto her son and smiles at him, not looking at you again.

Uh oh.

“Renjun,” she says, and when she leans back, you see the pride in her eyes. Every mother would be proud to have such a perfect-picture son. The knowledge that he was perfect and adored by enemies and friends. Both mother and son’s smile is dazzling. Now you know who he got it from. “I’m so glad you could make it. You’re a year late.”

“Mom,” he laughs her off, hands holding hers tightly. Not for long, though. As always, an arm wraps around your waist to press your body against Renjun’s, and he drops a featherlight kiss to your temple. His mother doesn’t react. Not a smile, not a glare. But the second he looks at her again, a smile is plastered onto her lips. You lower your eyes. She doesn’t like you. “I’m busy. I know you expect me to take over dad’s work right away, but I like my job. And you like hearing me sing. Isn’t this a win-win situation?”

“Your dad’s not getting any younger, Renjun.” She reaches out to hold his shoulder. Since you walked into to the room, the woman hasn’t looked at you again. “You know we’d love to have you home.”

“I want you to meet someone special to me.” An honest smile spreads on your lips, but the one on hers isn’t very real. For Renjun, you still offer her your hand. “Mom, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is my mom. She’s been waiting for me to bring someone back home for a very long time, and I told her I was waiting for the right person.”

You don’t deserve Renjun - he’s too kind. While your cheeks heat up, you still never look away from his mother, and she grips your hand a little bit too tight. “I’m so glad to finally meet you,” you tell her.

“I’m sorry Renjun’s father couldn’t make it,” she responds. You try to ignore the way it stings that she doesn’t seem to accept you as her son’s girlfriend. “He was caught up with some work in Osaka, but I’m sure he’ll greet you next time. Renjun, could you go check on the dumplings while I get to know your girlfriend better?”

Renjun rolls his eyes and leans forward to kiss his mom on the cheek. “Please give her back to me in on piece,” he says. The sentence itself is supposed to be a joke, but Renjun sounds too serious. With that, he slides past her and disappears between the many cooks who are working in this heat.

You feel like you stepped into a lion’s den.

“So, (y/n).” Renjun’s mother crosses her arms in front of her chest, the pleasant smile wiped away from her face. “I’ve heard you’re still studying at an university. What are your plans for the future?”

“Oh, I’d like to become a teacher or a professor,” you explain. Though you’re not sure how this is going to work out if your grades don’t start to pick up soon. “My mother is one, aswell, so I always wanted to follow in her footsteps. She’s always working so hard. I aspire to be someone like that.”

“And your father?”

You gulp. “My ... father died before I was born.”

“I see. I’m very sorry to hear that,” Mrs Huang says, but she looks more disinterested than sorry. “Miss (l/n)... I’m sure you’re aware what kind of daughter in law I expect for the Huang family, don’t you? You must. You know my son.”

Your heart seems to freeze over. You wish Renjun would return already, but time is going by so slowly. You breathe in deeply. “Yes, I do.”

“Them you also know that I would never accept someone of your standing and upbringing. I’m sure you’re a very pleasant girl, but you know next to nothing about the world Renjun was brought up in. Not about the values we preach and not what is expected of us. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Exactly, my child.” The woman in front of you smiles, tight-lipped and fake. Tears are already forming in your eyes, but you refuse to do that in front of her, so you lower your head. “Please do yourself the favor and go before you get your heart broken. You know that this is the best thing for Renjun. If you were to stay, that would just be selfish.”

Selfish. Renjun’s shoes appear in your vision, and you quickly look up and smile at him, hoping that your eyes weren’t as glassy as they felt like. Mrs Huang gives you a last look.

“It was nice to meet you, (y/n).”

❀ ❀ ❀

You never want to leave this bed again.

After yesterday, you had crawled beneath the sheets, ashamed of how you had been treated. Like someone of low value. Cheap and tacky. Worthless. Renjun had tried over and over again to ask you what’s wrong, but it was kinda hard to tell your boyfriend that his mother seemed to hate you and that doesn’t really make her your best friend. You let him kiss your neck and your eyelids, but you don’t budge. At last, Renjun had sighed and wrapped you into his arms before heading to sleep.

The morning sun warms you up, like a warm blanket that was wrapped around your body. It cheers you up just so slightly, but the moment Renjun rouses, you’re sullen again.

You wish you had stayed home.

You’re turned around against your own will. “Please, talk to me,” Renjun mumbles, and when he cups your face with his hands, you sigh and close your eyes again. “What did my mother tell you? No matter what it is, you can tell me.”

You hide your face in Renjun’s neck. Falling in love with Renjun had been beyond easy. He treats you like the most precious thing in the world, and he drops everything and anything to be there for you when you need him. You remember once when you were laying in the hospital because of a cyst, he had immediately asked to have the rest of his week off so he could stay with you and take care of you. He had known that you were scared of being operated on and spent hours to calm you down.

He was just perfect to you. He was the cure you needed after years of swallowing poison. And now, you were on the verge of losing him, because you weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

Lips meet your temple in a calming manner, Renjun’s fingers loosening up the knots in your hair. You wish he would do the same with your heartstrings. “Renjun, we can’t be together anymore,” you mumble, heart shattering in your chest.

Renjun freezes below your touch. It doesn’t stay that way for long, though. He forces you to look at him and searches your eyes, and he makes his confusion evident by furrowing his brows. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You breathe in shakily. “I’m not good for you. Not... good enough.”

“You’re perfect to me.”

“But not to your mom,” you say quietly. Renjun sits up, and you do the same. As you look into his eyes, you realize how angry he’s getting by the second. “Is that it?” he exclaims. “I don’t care about what my mom thinks, (y/n). I’m ... I’m sick of having to apologize for my family. And that’s why I’m asking you to forget them and be with me. I’m not staying in China. I’m an idol, and I’m your boyfriend.”

You find his hands. They’re trembling from his fury. “Renjun, your dad isn’t getting any younger,” you repeat the words his mother had said to him. “And I don’t want to make you choose between family and me... I’d.. never forgive myself if it was my fault you can’t talk to your parents ever again.”

“(y/n)”, Renjun says, voice deadly serious. It snaps you out of your sorrow, as if you’d been drowning and he was tossing you a life ring. “Marry me.”

You roll your eyes. “Renjun, this isn’t funny.”

But your boyfriend isn’t joking around right now. He reaches beside you, fiddles with the nightstand and returns to you with a box in his hand. When he opens it, you gasp loudly and clap a hand over your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding.” He doesn’t even wait for your answer; Renjun tugs the ring out of its’ box and slides it on your finger, kissing it afterwards. “I’ve known from the start I was going to marry you. How couldn’t I? You’re so good to me, (y/n)... You love me for me and take care of me. You let me spoil you and spoil me rotten in return, even though I always tell you that you shouldn’t be wasting money on me. I can always be myself with you. (y/n), you.. You’re the first person that looks me into the eyes and sees me, my soul as bare as it is, and you decide to love that version of me with everything that came with it. My mother doesn’t get to decide who’ll walk down the aisle - you do. Even if you reject me.. If you don’t want to marry me..” He clutches your fingers, because his own are shaking and his voice is breaking from having to hold his tears back. “The ring is still yours, just like my heart. I’ve been keeping this for a long time. Whether you break my heart or cherish it is up to you. Because I love you.”

Some people meet in life by accident, and nevertheless the most beautiful relationships can blossom due to this little mishap. Loyalty and love will always be a good basis for those who maintain healthy contact with others. But some souls are meant for each other. They were intertwined with each other because of the universe, long before you even gave these strands names. They become family, friends, lovers, brothers in arms. A long time ago, someone in heaven had decided to have mercy on you. They had taken your rusty strand of iron and connected it to the most beautiful golden strand that has walked this earth, and that was Huang Renjun.

You cannot see the goodness of heaven, you can never grasp it. But you can feel its’ traces; in a warm hug, a loud laugh, into which you break out together, a happy memory. But it is always there - constant and forever. It’s right here, in this moment, captured forever in the silver ring wrapped around your finger.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Renjun,” you whispered. “Because I love you more than anything else in this world. And no one can hinder me from that, not even your mom.”

He breaks out into laughter at that, and now Renjun let the tears stream over his face. They flow as quickly as yours and you both scramble to hug each other, fitting together like missing puzzle pieces. Renjun cradles your head against his shoulder while you press him to you as tightly as you humanly can, whispering love declarations to each other in the golden light of the sun, making this the most perfect morning you’ve ever woken up to.

And there are thousands more to come.

#this is the longest thing i’ve ever written and it’s barely a third of the movie hhhh #dont hesitate to critize or give feedback; it helps me lots !!#i love u guys 🤍#huang renjun #nct dream #nct #huang renjun x reader #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #huang renjun fluff #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #huang renjun scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 2018

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There Are No Rules (1/3)

Keanu Reeves x Reader (The Devil Wears Prada AU)

A/N: This is my entry for @toomanystoriessolittletime birthday writing challenge and I’m so grateful for this AU idea, because I have so much fun writing it. The story should have 3 parts, and if everything goes according to the plan, the remaining chapters will be posted over the next couple of weeks. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Reader applies for a job in a fashion magazine where Keanu is editor-in-chief.

Warnings: insults, anxiety

Words: 1.9K

There she was, standing in the bustling lobby of a skyscraper, ready to go up to the highest floor for the interview at one of the biggest magazines in New York City. A small town girl, desperate to become a world-renown journalist, writing stories she was passionate about. But this had to wait, at least for now. Y/N needed a job, any kind of job, just to make ends meet, and working within a publishing industry, even if it meant she wouldn’t be writing for some time, felt like a good compromise.

The elevator ride appeared to take ages, Y/N was nervously stomping, grasping her petty resume in her hand and repeating her words of introduction. Finally, the door opened, and she stepped into a loud corridor crowded with people rushing back and forward, all kinds of perfumes mixing in the air.

Y/N looked around, finding the reception desk to be empty. Having no idea where to go next, she just stood still startled by the chaos surrounding her. Even though these people seemed ignorant and unwilling to help, Y/N still felt observed, like an exotic animal at the zoo, and completely out of place.

“Are you lost?“ A stunning red headed woman popped up in front of Y/N’s eyes. She was elegant and sophisticated, with an immaculate style, so perfect that it made her seem intimidating. The fact that she was scowling, while examining Y/N with a judgmental look, didn’t help too.

“Uh-I I‘m Y/F/N, I‘m here to meet mister Reeves.“ Y/N’s words seemed to make the woman even more puzzled, and she squirmed crossing her arms with a suggestive hostility. “For the job of assistant,“ Y/N added, feeling her hands getting sweaty and drying them on the sides of her skirt.

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?” the woman pointed to the huge sign on the wall spelling Vogue, and Y/N’s enthusiasm was dissipating with every second spent here, she was already questioning her choice.

“Yes, I’ve been told to ask for Emily, where can I find her?”

The woman lifted her brows looking rather agitated, “Oh God, okay, that would be me,” she sighed rolling her eyes. “After me.” Emily gestured for Y/N to follow her, and an awkward silence settled between them.

Y/N was observing people through the glass doors, every single one of them looked like they were professionals of their craft and it definitely didn’t help Y/N to calm her nerves.

“Listen, I’m just curious, you are clearly not into fashion, so why Vogue?” Emily finally spoke, and she seemed genuinely interested how someone like Y/N could end up in a place like this.

Y/N knew it was probably better to lie, but at this point, she was convinced the job would never be hers, no one from Vogue would ever even consider her. “I saw a position open online and just thought why not, I mean it was either Vogue or TV guide, so…” Y/N hated herself for coming here, TV guide would have worked just fine for a temporary job, and now she felt like she was going to end up unemployed again.

“Oh, just great, that’s exactly the spirit we’re looking for” Emily’s voice was full of ridicule, “Well, good luck!” Another scoff left her throat as she watched Y/N sheepishly approaching Reeve’s office.

“Good morning, Mister Reeves?” Y/N knocked on an already wide opened door, finding a man in an elegant suit sitting behind a desk full of stacked issues of Vogue. He nodded slightly arching his brow, and Y/N understood that she was expected to explain what she came here for. “I’m Y/F/N, I’m here for the assistant’s position, human resources sent me.”

“Hmm,” Reeves hummed eyeing her from head to toe, like everyone here did. “Okay, sit.” Y/N stepped forward placing her resume on his desk, and carefully positioned herself on the edge of a chair with her back unnaturally straight. She was extremely uptight but she couldn’t help it, especially when everyone here was pitch-perfect, and she didn’t feel so. “And call me Keanu, please,” he said opening the folder, beginning to look at her resume.

Y/N sat there looking at him flipping through her portfolio, she was analyzing every little frown settling in Reeve’s face, but frankly, there weren’t any clear emotions showing, he seemed stone cold, and Y/N didn’t know what to think of it. Did he like what he saw? She wasn’t so sure about that.

“What do you know about fashion?” Keanu leaned back in his chair, pushing the folder away. In that moment Y/N got really scared, she didn’t know what she had expected, it was stupid of her coming here in the first place. Sure she knew what Vogue was, she had heard of a few fashion names before, however, Y/N couldn’t tell what exactly was trending right now, and it showed.

“I don’t know much yet, but I’m willing to learn, I graduated from…” Y/N was trying to come up with something, but she got cut off by Keanu raising his hand up, gesturing her to just stop talking.

“Listen, it’s great you’re educated, you resume is impressive, but I need you to show me some character, you know. Vogue is fierce, thousands of girls would kill for this job, and I have to be sure you can withstand it.”

“I-I can,” Y/N stuttered, feeling like this was the end of it all.

“I’ll be honest with you,” Keanu sighed, fixing the loose strand of dark hair falling over his deep gaze. “You’ll hear a lot of crap from me and maybe even more from others working here, I just need to know you won’t be a whiner about that and you’ll do the job exactly the way I tell you. If you don’t like it, that’s fine, turn around and go.” There was something petrifying about how unbelievably calm he spoke those words, just as if it was the norm in this world of Vogue. Given the way Y/N was welcomed today, it probably was.

For a second Y/N doubted herself, she couldn’t understand why Keanu just hadn’t rejected her yet if she was clearly unfit for the job. Yes, Y/N wanted this more than anything, but she was also getting a little afraid that these people were going to eat her alive.

Before Y/N could say something, the conversation got interrupted by another man storming into the office with his hands full of colorful drafts. Keanu immediately stood up shifting his attention away from Y/N, leaving her with unsettling thoughts. That was when she noticed how tall Reeves actually was, and it only added to his intimidating image.

Y/N could hear everything they were talking about, it was mostly colors and patterns for the upcoming shoot but some gossip slipped in too. Of course it did, it was a fashion world after all, still Y/N couldn’t help but think that it was kind of rude. What kept nagging Y/N the most was the fact that this new man was constantly glimpsing at her, and his glance was judgmental too.

“Who’s that?” he murmured to Keanu, ignoring that Y/N must have heard him as well. Never in her life had she felt more objectified than here at Vogue, but it didn’t matter since she was ready to get going soon.

“That’s, Y/N, my new assistant.”

Y/N couldn’t believe Reeves had just called her that, she was certain that the interview was going south and there was no way she could get the job. But there she was, Keanu Reeves’ new assistant, working at Vogue. Y/N had to gather all her strength trying to play it cool, but the corners of her lips were giving the excitement away.

“I’m Nigel, art director.” He came closer to shake Y/N’s hand, still a little confused whether that was some sort of a silly joke.

He then immediately turned to face Keanu, who had already gotten back to his chair. „Reeves, don‘t worry, I have a new line from de la Renta, we‘ll find something to make her look... umm, well... presentable,“ Nigel exhaled looking at Y/N over the top of his glasses. „Not sure if I have her size, but I‘ll make some adjustments.“

“Leave her the way she is,“ Keanu said in a strict tone, giving Y/N a slight smile. „I like how she looks, it‘s authentic.“

The office stood still. Nigel gulped, failing to understand what was happening, and Y/N was flushing, trying to wrap her head around the fact that Reeves, the editor in chief of Vogue, had just said she looked authentic.

In a minute Keanu eyed her again, arching his brow as his sight was reaching her feet. “Yeah, but the shoes can go,“ he said in a deep voice, turning his chair away to face the New York skyline.

Well, it couldn’t be too perfect.

“I don‘t think I can find the shoes that go with the rest of her outfit,“ Nigel laughed trying to taunt Y/N a little more, but this time it didn’t got to her heart. She knew Keanu liked what she was wearing and that was enough for Y/N to get her confidence back.

“Then maybe you don‘t have enough talent for what we pay you,“ Keanu told Nigel off without even bothering to look at him. Everything coming from Reeves sounded placid, and it left Y/N wondering whether he ever raised his voice here. She assumed there was no need for him to do so, since his stolid tone was enough to make Y/N shiver.

“Come,” Nigel commanded Y/N, and she was confused, unsure if her conversation with Keanu had ended. For a second she stared at the back of his chair, but he didn’t make a single move, so Y/N decided it was time to follow after Nigel.

Everyone here was extremely fast, nobody wanted to waste time, and especially with her. Y/N had to almost run, trying to catch Nigel’s steps and he wasn’t going to slow down.

“I‘m sorry if you got in any trouble because of me,” Y/N whispered trying to lighten the mood between them.

“Oh honey, you have to grow some thick skin here, that was nothing, trust me.“ Nigel suddenly stopped opening the heavy door leading to a huge closet filled with designer pieces. Y/N had no clue what some of the names written were, but she also didn’t have much time to think about it, since Nigel was already getting away from her.

Afraid to lose him in the labyrinths of garments, Y/N was rushing at Nigel’s pace. “So is he always like that?“ She wondered getting a little breathy.

“No, he seems nicer than usual today.” Nigel handed her classic beige pumps, with label saying Jimmy Choo. Y/N wasn’t sure if that was for real, or Nigel was just messing with her, but she didn’t have the guts to ask again. She would have to see it herself.

“Let’s go, I have places to be.” Once Y/N had her new shoes on, Nigel was hasting again.

She was desperately wobbling after him, her Jimmy Choos were sinking into the soft carpet lining the floor and it left little balance for her heels. “Those are not very comfortable,” she whined, realizing how stupid it was, since nobody cared about her problems here.

Not surprisingly, Nigel only rolled his eyes pushing Y/N out of his closet. “Get used to it.”

-Part 2-

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Hard || Corbyn Besson

Summary : kinda based on wdw’s hard (if you haven’t heard the song yet it’s basically Corbyn likes his best friend, but she’s oblivious and is in a relationship, and one day her boyfriend hurts her so she goes to Corbyn for comfort)

Warnings : slight hint of sexual abuse, but other than that it’s just some Corbyn fluff

Word Count : 1.9k

A/n : Yeah so I really like their song hard, I think it’s nice to have someone who got your back, and gives you a shoulder to cry on, plus I’m a new limelight, so I’m like writing this and waiting for their comeback,,,,

Also this kinda involves their cover of Adele’s make you feel my love, because I went to heaven after I heard their cover, and you should really hear it if you haven’t

~~~

November 25th (as you all know) is Corbyn’s birthday.

He was your best friend, and of course you wanted to be the first ever person to wish him happy birthday, so you called him at 11:57pm the night before even though you were dead tired.

“Heyyy Corbone,” you said to the phone when he picked up at the third ring.

“What’s up y/n? Wait.. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed now?” Corbyn asked, he knew that you take part-time jobs at a nearby cafe after school to support your college fees and he knew how exhausted you probably were.

“Whatttt, and miss being the first person to wish you a happy birthday? No thanks,” You teased.

“Really? Aww,” the boy answered, a bit flustered. You could literally hear his smile over the phone.

You chuckled, and you talk about the most random of things until the clock ticked 12:00.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” You practically screamed to the phone. “You’re 20 now, you dork. Go get a girl or something, don‘t wait till you’re too old for crushes,” you egged him on.

You’ve known Corbyn for your whole life, but have never seen him date any girl. You were the one close friend of him who is a girl, and you were honestly worried about his sexuality as he has not shown any interest to any other girls OR guys, which u concluded after (half) stalking him on the campus, wondering if he was gay, which is honestly super fine if he was, but yeah.

“You say that every yearrr,” Corbyn complained.

“Wait I still haven’t got your birthday present because I don’t know what you want, so just tell me if there’s anything on you wishlist?” you asked.

“Oh, sure thanks,” the blonde boy replied.

“Wait, um do you want to hang out tomorrow?” He continued, crossing his fingers wishing that you’d say yes.

You, on the other hand, oblivious to Corbyn’s wish, rejected politely because you promised that you would spend more time with your boyfriend.

“Sorry Corbs,” you shrugged into the phone. “Right, gotta sleep. See you tomorrow, birthday boy,” you said and hung up.

Corbyn’s heart panged with bitter sweetness. He was touched that you called him to be the first person to wish him a happy birthday, but he also knows that that would probably be the last time he will see you on his birthday, since you two don’t exactly have the same friend group.

You used to hang around with Corbyn a lot, just the two of you, but soon your boyfriend appeared and you had to spend time with your boyfriend too. Plus, college caught up and you were both too busy to spend time with each other.

It wasn’t that Corbyn’s not interested in girls, it’s just that he has fallen for his best friend, who was oblivious to his feelings AND not available. All Corbyn’s ever wanted for his birthday present is you, but who could get him that present?

~~~

The next day, Corbyn hung out with Jonah and Jack. He wasn’t exactly popular in school, unlike the social butterfly you were, making friends here and there.

Right now you were seated at the middle of the cafeteria with a table of friends, your boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your figure. A friend of yours shared something and made you laugh.

“Hey, have you told her yet?” Jonah asked, snapping Corbyn out of his trance.

“W-What?” Corbyn asked.

Jack sighed. “Of course it’s a solid no, or else why wouldn’t y/n be sitting here with him.”

Corbyn blushed at the mention of your name.

“Ugh, I’m just sick of Corbyn always staring at y/n while she doesn’t even notice,” Jonah groaned. “She’s your best friend. How could she be so oblivious?”

“I mean... she has a boyfriend,” Corbyn said, defending you, though his heart sinked a little at the mention of the champion who won your heart.

Jack shook his head in sympathy.

“Hey cheer up, it’s your birthday afterall,” Jonah said, lightening up the mood. “You wanna go to the arcade after school?”

At the mention of Corbyn’s favorite place on Earth, his eyes lit up.

“Sure!” Corbyn replied enthusiastically.

~~~

After spending the whole day at the arcade, Corbyn went back home.

He scrolled his Instragm feed and smiled when he saw that Jack posted a ridiculous picture of Corbyn as his birthday post. He was typing a comment when he heard a knock at his door.

Few people knew his address and it was quite late at night, so he was a bit confused, but opened the door anyway to reveal you. You, with messy hair, and disheveled clothes that seemed to be put on in a haste.

“Y/n? What are you-“ Corbyn started with wide eyes but was cut off by you breaking down. Corbyn’s eyes softened as his heart swelled at your crying figure.

He immediately pulled you inside and into his warm embrace where your sobs shook his frame. You fell to a million pieces but his hands came up and ran along your back to soothe you while whispering that it’s okay.

When your sobs subsided, he led you to the couch while he went to the kitchen to brew some hot tea.

He came back with two steaming mugs and gave one to you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, then took a sip of the tea.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you.

“Better?”

You nodded meekly, tired from all the crying.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked softly.

You opened your mouth, but all that came out was a sob.

Corbyn pulled you in closer. “It’s okay, you can tell me when you’re ready,” he whispered, never prodding you on if you’re uncomfortable.

You sighed into his hoodie. Your tears dampening the fabric yet Corbyn doesn’t seem to mind.

“My boyfriend,” you finally said, avoiding Corbyn’s gaze. “H-He tried to sexually abuse... me.”

Corbyn’s blood ran ice cold. How could anyone hurt such a sweet soul like you? He didn’t understand why anyone would want to make you cry so hard.

Now Corbyn’s blood boiled and his fist tightened. “I’m gonna make that bastard pay,” he said through gritted teeth, and tried to get up from the couch but you stopped him.

“It’s not.. worth the trouble,” you mumbled. “I-I mean I escaped before he began to get into it, but I was just,” you frantically explained. “I was just sc-scared when he pinned me down, he was so strong, and I couldn’t move.. and- and-“

“And it’s not the first time he’s tried that...” you whispered, broken.

Corbyn’s heart teared apart just as he teared up at your vulnerability.

“I-I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this,” Corbyn whispered as tears began to run down your face again.

He wiped your tears away with the back of his thumb. He was angry at your boyfriend for doing such a thing to you, but he also blamed himself for not seeing it in your boyfriend. All he’s ever wanted to do was to protect you, but he failed even at that.

He also blamed himself that if, he wasn’t such a coward, and had actually confessed his feelings for you, then you might have accepted him and avoided dating your current boyfriend.

“Hey,” you said softly, snapping Corbyn out of his thoughts. “Why do you look even more troubled than me?” you teased a little.

“I just... I wish I could’ve prevented it,” Corbyn mumbled. “I hate seeing you cry,” he added softly.

“Oh Corbs, you being here for me is enough,” you sniffed. “God, you don’t even know how much better you made me.”

Corbyn ran his hand down your silky hair.

“I thought... I thought you had a lot of friends to be here for you,” Corbyn admitted.

You sighed sadly. “Well.. yes, but they’re just a facade. No one but you can truly give me comfort,” you said softly. “And frankly I’d rather be with you.”

Corbyn’s heart fluttered at your words as both of you sat in the comfortable silence.

“Corbyn?” you mumbled. “Can you sing me a song?”

Corbyn smiled and started to sing with his honey sweet voice,

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

Oh, I hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

He looked over at his shoulder and saw you sleeping peacefully. He thought you looked perfect, even with messy hair and smudged makeup.

He gently carried you to his bedroom and placed you on the bed, tucking you in. He also used the makeup wipes you left over before to clean your face.

Corbyn sighed as he watched your sleeping figure.

“You know, if i hadn’t been such a coward, maybe you wouldn’t have ended up with him,” he speaked softly to himself.

“Do you know? You look so beautiful when you’re asleep, and I wish I could be the one to tell you that every day, every morning. I wish that I could tell you I get lost in your eyes everytime I look at you, and your laugh is my favourite sound in the world. My heart skips a beat everytime I look at you, but I know that you’re occupied.”

“I never showed any interest in anyone, because you were already in my mind for the longest time.”

“I wish I could be the one to protect you, to love you, to live with you... I wish that I could call you mine, or call you my baby, because that’s- that’s who you are in my mind,” Corbyn confessed, knowing that you wouldn’t hear him.

“Corbyn,” you suddenly spoke up, your eyes fluttering open, for you have been awake for some time now, and heard Corbyn’s confession. “Do you really mean that?” A smile on your face while Corbyn jumped at your voice, cheeks flushing ridiculously red.

“I-I, yeah.. I t-thought you were asleep,” Corbyn stammered, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“You know what, Corbs, I like you too. A lot,” you confessed, cheeks turning pink as well.

“I-I’ve liked you for a long time, but I thought you didn’t show interest in anybody, so I just try to date other people to get you off my mind, but-“ you rambled, but got cut off when Corbyn placed his lips on yours.

Fireworks erupted as both your hearts swelled at the sweetness of the kiss. His lips were softer than you imagined, and his taste- God, you could taste him forever. He pulled away and hid in the crook of your neck, flushed.

You suddenly giggled at a thought.

Corbyn rose up from his position and looked at you with questioning eyes.

“Oh Corbyn, I just realized that the person I’ve spent my whole life looking for, has actually been here beside me this whole time,” you said.

Corbyn smiled as well and kissed you again, this time more passionate than the last.

“I promise to protect you better than all your boyfriends, baby,” Corbyn said, breathless after the kiss.

You smiled so hard at your new pet name.

“Can you say it again?” you requested.

“Baby,” Corbyn replied, smiling at how much happiness he can give you by saying a word.

“Baby, baby, baby, my babygirl...” he continued, kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face, making you laugh at the love he gives you.

Then Corbyn laughed with you, and thought, best. birthday. ever.

~~~

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