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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Ahem-Anon reporting for duty 🫡

I have come with a mighty need. The need is called: dragon miguel and mermaid reader. I mean hmmmggh? So cute? he a firey dragon, she a pretty lil mermaid? He totes call her his sirenita. Total opposites and kinda a forbidden love? A romeo and juliet thing, minius the tragic death ending. And they always secretly meet in a cave (miguel build it so his sirenita can swim there) they decorated it together and it’s just the best of both, their own little world and happy place. And i can’t help but wonder how do they do the 👀👀👀👀 and omg what if he gets her pregnant and all? Like he was away for a few months to defend his territory and she surprises him with her baby bum and its all dragon nest building and him being protective as f. Also scared because damn? This is a first since the beginning of time. Baby Gabi would totes be the first waterdragon 😂

Can I have your imagination borrowed for a second? Please? HOLY fuck. When I read dragon Miguel only reminded me of that beautiful fan art of him as a dragon I saw on Pinterest ♥️♥️. A bit long if you squint.

Crimson. His hands were covered in little crimson stains that oozed from his side. He was... injured.

Impossible.

A dragon? Like him? The King of Dragons. Foolish. But as much as he wanted to shake the measly pain that pulsated every time he moved forward, to the rocky cannon on the forgotten beach, it remained there, etched and oozing.

The cannons were used as his lair, his home. He collapsed on what seemed to be his bed, a l shaped stone that was a few meters away from a small entrance from the sea. Like a secret entrance.

The splashing as he collapsed alarmed him, red eyes shone in anger as a low growl echoed through. And then, his eyes settled on you. Burning eyes softened in curiosity as he saw dainty fingers peeking behind a stone, your eyes settled on him, watching his every move.

Was he hallucinating? No.

He certainly wasn't because the creature stared at him, more specifically to his wound. You went back on the water, long fish-like tail, shining softly, like if the rainbows had decided to adhere in your scales.

A mermaid?

He believed them extinct. Humans had surely haunted everything they could lay their wretched hands on.

A few moments later, the splashing returned, this time you weren't hiding behind the rock. You were before him, naked torso, wet hair stuck on your back. Hands holding what it seemed to be a moss-like plant within a shell. You offered. He frowned.

Why would he trust her? for all he knew Mermaids were also wretched creatures that lured men to death. But your frown matched his, like you had you just read his thoughts.

"Your blood will only attract other creatures that won't be as kind as I am" You mumbled. His eyes widened slightly. Of course you could speak. His blood dripped on the water and you scrunched your nose, pushing the shell further near him.

"You're welcome" you giggled and went back from where you came.

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Ever since that encounter, Miguel would certainly find subtle ways to lure you back to him. He surely wasn't inmune to mermaid beauty, his trust issues however made always to look past your looks, he wanted to find out what your intentions were, why you were always willing to just stare at him, expecting to something to happen, why would you always come back.

"Im just curious as to why I have been forbidden to mingle with the creatures above. You aren't that bad."

You'd smile sweetly at him to look back at the water.

"I gotta go. Will I see you again?"

He'd just nod and you disappeared.

His injury had been long healed. A couple of hours after you had offered the moss actually.

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He'd see you again and again, almost every day, a weird sort of fear settled in his chest whenever you didn't show up for more than three days. You had created this sort of routine where you would just show up, staring at eachother until one of you, (you mostly of the time) asked for questions.

What was up there on land? Was there a lot of humans? Who was he? Why was he hiding? Patiently he'd explain through short answers just to see the glint in your eyes at every word that came from his mouth.

Three days had passed, no sign from you, until you'd appear again, cuts and wounds covering your body, sweet scented blood oozed from your cuts, too tired to remain conscious.

Humans. They had tried to hunt you.

He'd pick you up and put you to safety, your torso resting in the sand. A few droplets of his blood wetted your lips. You'd be fine when he'd return. He turned on his back, rage boiling as the beast within him roared to be set free. He flew away with a new target on sight. The docks.

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You were his adoration. Despite the world trying to hurt you, you remained kind, ever sweet and curious. You were his Sirenita.

He'd burn entire ships for you. The world itself if you asked him nicely enough. Dragon's nature prevented him to share with others. Not that he wanted to share you with anyone else anyway. It was only you and him.

The first kiss held so much passion, sweetness and longing. You couldn't lay in his lap without feeling dizzy by the lack of water after a few minutes. A trouble that seemed a big impediment to completely have you for himself.

He disappeared with the promise of coming back.

Was he?

You didn't know but hope set in your heart. He had never broken a promise so far.

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Upon his return he gave you a small potion jar, you drank it after he explained what would it do. Bit by bit fins and scales were shedded from you, melding into humanoid like features, only to finally reveal supple and unmarred human legs and feet.

You were now also part human. He kissed you, cradling your wobbly body on his strong arms.

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You mated almost every night, the once hidden cannon on the beach, forgotten, as he had taken you to his real home. Hidden away in the mountains, but close enough to the sea to sate your need of swimming and dive. You could shape-shift at will. But preferred to be with him, nesting in his arms.

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You'd notice your belly expanding and getting rounder by each month. He had noticed too. The urge to devour and crush anyone who trespassed in his home had only turned stronger, making his dragon form to become more vicious to the outside, yet careful to not being discovered.

Miguel would feed you, take care of you until a baby was born. It was a girl.

He was The Dragon King. And now a father.

A clueless one if you might add.

He'd flinch when tiny baby arms would flail to take a hold of him. He'd growl whenever said baby wailed at night, interrupting his rough mating with you. Strangely enough, his daughter only quieted down when he held her or you nursed her.

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He'd marvel with pride as his daughter swum through the waters, faster than a ship could ever do. But of course the three would remain hidden from the world. Away from prying and wretched hands that could hurt you.

You both were his treasure. The things he held dear the most.

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floppydiskettess · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the valorant agents: Gekko, Neon, Yoru, Phoenix with sova and chamber or whoever you feel with an s/o that when they’re in danger is able to kill whatever or whoever’s endangering them wether it’s like 15+ people or so (like Millie with moxie from helluva boss)

hi anon! tysm for the request!!!! this was a blast to write ahhh!!! :D (also i love helluva boss omg)

but i hope i wrote this right!!!

Gekko

the two of you were on a mission at bind, it was simple. you go difuse the spike while he was assigned to watch your back.

he had to walk a few feet away to pick up wingman for five minutes, you would be fine right?

once he picked up wingman, he heard a loud bang behind him and a loud celebratory woop

"oh fuck."

he turned around and saw the familar wild colours from raze's showstopper.

"no no no! shit you good?" he called through the smoke

he hated the silence he recieved back. as the smoke cleared he saw your paint covered and burnt body.

"...cariño?...shit, wingman, go get the others. i got these guys."

he pulled out his customized spectre as he prepared to fight. he detained as many as he could before swiftly wiping them out one by one.

when the team arrived with wingman, sage quickly rushed to your side to aid you.

once he finished taking care of the enemies, he ran to your side

"i am so sorry...i thought i could go grab wingman but you got hurt...i am really sorry.."

Neon

a/n: this is small bc i wrote a whole ass essay for neon and it deleted....im so mad...im just trying to summarize it

"HOY! IM PISSED."

that was the last thing before you felt a sharp pain in your stomach as your vision went black.

you don't know what happened, but somehow yoru had gotten behind you. it was supposed to be a quick and simple mission. neon took A-site and you took B-site. unfortunately, right when neon approached B-site to check on you. she saw it.

red. the snow was covered in a beautiful shade of red. and it wasn't from your attacked. neon could feel electricity enter her fingertips as she lost control of her abilities.

you felt neon carrying you before falling uncomcious.

neon carried you to the jet and brought you to sage.

"im sorry...when i saw them like that i just...lost control of my abilities.."

"its ok, you did it to protect them. you saved them."

Phoenix

he was just returning from his "run it back" when he opened his eyes to see the enemy phoenix staring back at him, aiming his ghost at his own forehead.

he went to grab for his ghost but he found an empty holster.

"ah shit."

"you really thought i wouldn't just take your weapon? i'm not as foolish as you are."

phoenix braced for impact as he heard the gun fire, but the shot never came. he nervously opened his eyes to see you standing infront of him, a gunshot hole through your shoulder as you pushed the enemy phoenix away.

"dear?! what the-"

he watched as your limp body falls to the ground, feeling worry and rage overtake him.

"oh fam...your gonna regret that." he says to the opposite phoenix as the rest of his team approaches for backup.

when skye arrived at the site to treat you, she did not expect to see 5 charred bodies sprawled across the ground.

"mate...what happened?!"

"they ambushed us. (name) saved me cause i made a dumb mistake. go heal them, i am fine." he said with a dark tone to his voice

when skye healed you and you awoke, you were immediately greeted to the smell of burning. you turned your head towards phoenix as you saw him crouch beside you.

"thank god...why would you do that?! i'm sorry if i had checked my surroundings better you would have-" he rambles

you cut him off with a kiss as you feel his tired body begin to relax.

"no. i should have thought of a better plan. i am sorry i worried you."

for the next few days of your recovery, he will be by your side assisting you with anything you need. both of you content to try and ignore what happened that day.

Yoru

prior to meeting you, he was an extremely anger filled person. he still gets angry easy, but not as badly as before. you taught him how to control his emotions

but if he were to see you ganged up on in a mission, he would just lose control.

he was over at A-site at haven preparing to extract the radianite, before hearing your frantic voice shout through the comms for backup.

his heart dropped, he realized why his site was so empty along with the others. they had five-stacked onto one site. you had gone to C-site all alone. shit.

he immediately threw the spike towards Astra who had accompanied him to the A.

"stay here. i will go provide backup."

"alone? alright...stay safe."

he quickly teleported to your C-site to be met with a shocking sight. your battered and blood covered body lying down on the rough ground. burns and scratches littered your arms and legs. phoenix..

he looked up from your body to see the enemy phoenix, jett, chamber, astra, and skye staring at him with bloodthirsty gazes. they had teamed up on you because you were alone... how fucking sick could they be to attack a helpless sentienel.

he felt himself snap as he caught the enemy phoenix's cocky smirk. the cunt was proud of what he did.

when you regain conciousness, you are lying on the ground surrounded by the shredded corpses of the omega agents, a stained red yoru standing above them with his famous butterfly comb stained.

"...ryo?"

he turns around and immediately runs to your side.

"shit...thank god you are awake. don't move. help is coming ok?" he softly whispers while carressing your blood matted hair.

"are they...?"

"don't worry about them, you are safe now darling..."

when you make it back to base, you find out he took them all down on his own. when astra arrived at the site she had to practically tear yoru off of where he was mauling the corpses of the omega agents bodies.

he was ordered to talk to sage about his anger, but he never regretted what he did. he did it to save you and all that mattered was he had you back with him.

Cypher

he is used to killing to protect those he loves, this is nothing new to him.

he might be a cold killer, but you always knew he would never hurt you.

if someone was threatening you, he would keep them away using blackmail, but if it was more serious, he was prepared.

he sat waiting at the doors for the agents who had gone on your mission to come back. he was ready to greet you but he never thought he would have seen KA/YO holding you slung over his shoulder covered in blood.

he immediately freezes as he watches KA/YO rush to Sage's office. but he quickly recovers and follows quickly behind silently.

when sage caught sight of your body, she grimaced knowing it was bad. she ordered everyone out and allowed her space to work.

cypher was left with no answers as to what happened, as he sat anxiously outside Sage's office he hears KA/YO's robotic voice informing Viper of what happened.

"they went to go flank A alone, but their cypher must have seen her coming. when we arrived at A-site they were gone with the spike, they must have ambushed y/n and left her there for us to find...it was..bad. skye was able to help a little bit but...when we got there, they were missing their hand. im pretty sure they were awake when they did it."

"bastards..."

cypher could feel his blood BOILING. it was one thing to knock someone out, it was another to mutilate someone while they were awake. that wasn't fighting, that was mere torture.

he knew in this job people would get hurt. but he never thought they would ever go this far.

he was greatful you had lived, but he felt a burning feeling in his body.

as viper walked by, she stoped and turned to simply say.

"i know she was special to you Cypher, but don't do anything stupid. we don't need two people to revive."

he stood in place before walking to his room, he would make sure they couldn't hurt you. EVER again.

at the peak of night, he slipped out of his room and headed towards the armoury. he grabbed a ghost and a phantom before quietly walking towards the loading dock. he would make them regret ever hurting you.

.......

in the morning, you were awoken to a tired looking sage.

"welcome back my child. you sure gave us a scare there. how do you feel?" she smiled wistfully

as she filled you in, you couldn't help but wonder where your partner was. typically he was by your bedside until you woke up.

"Ling...where is Cy?" you softly asked

she grinned at the nickname "don't worry, he is in brimstones office. your little boyfriend pulled a stunt to avenge you."

"oh god, is he ok? what did he do?" you sigh

"oh don't worry, he is fine! the agents who ambushed you on the other hand.."

you and sage converse for a while, before you see cypher nervously walk into the room

"my darling! how are you feeling? do you need anything?" he asks worriedly

"i feel good amir. don't worry. sage is taking good care of me!" you chuckle

he sighs in relief, he may have gotten a lecture (and maybe some cleaning duty...) but it was all worth it to see your face again.

☤ Sage ☤

full battle sage mode

she would grab an odin off her copies body and just start spraying.

"you will not kill my allies!"

the second the enemies were down, she rushes to your side to heal you.

she will work all night if she has to, as long as it brings you back to her

"please wake up dearest...i can't live without you."

sorry idk what to write for sage HELP

a/n: aaa tysm for the support on my last posts!! im so glad that people are enjoying these! :) im currently working on some other requests so stay tuned ^^!!

also i apologize for the delay!! i have kinda had a lack of motivation lately so i struggled to finish it...

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uglypastels · 2 years

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Request:)))

Eddie being shocked when he saw reader (cheer captain) with her own tattoo's on her bare back and shoulders at a random store.

AHHHHH OMG please I love you.

i hope you like this!!

warnings: swearing, Eddie being a bit... idk, he stares a lot (but not in a super creepy way)

Never, in a million years, would Eddie have even imagined seeing you here.

Miss Perfectly Tight Ponytail and Pastel Leg Warmers. Lady Cheer of the Highest Order of Hawking High… it could not possibly be you he saw looking through the rock record section in this dingy little music store.

He did not mean to stare, but he also could not get himself to look away.

At first, he thought he was dreaming. You had entered the store, the light from the entrance wrapping you up in sunbeams like a halo. You practically sauntered inside, with your head held high, that damn ponytail swinging from side to side like it always did in the hallway, making your way over determinedly to the back of the store. His eyes were glued to you like to a car crash at the side of the road– although, perhaps, he had been the one that totalled.

He tried his best to get his attention back to whatever he was doing—right, looking for a new amp cable since something had bitten through his old one.

Doubt you ever had to deal with those kinds of problems, he thought. Probably lived in a big, nice house– two stories, picket fences, a double-door garage and probably a tiny dog to yap at anyone who dared near—one of those neighbourhoods where he would be put on a watchlist just for walking by.

His mind should have been on those damn cables, but he couldn't concentrate knowing you were standing behind him. His curiosity was taking over him, wanting to know what you were looking for. Was it a specific song or album? Were you trying to find something you had been looking for already or wanted to explore something new? For yourself or as a gift? Weren't you dating someone? Yeah, that dude Tony from the football team… why was he even thinking about this?

From the corner of his eye, he saw you flip through the records, one by one, barely giving them the time to read the titles. So, no, you knew what you were doing. Hunting for that one specific thing, the image already clear in your mind. Maybe he could help you? He knew the store basically like the back of his hand… better even, since he usually forgot the stuff he would scribble down with pen or marker on it when lost in his ideas.

Done with one row, you searched through the next one, bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrated. Now a gross feeling was coming over him. He should not have been looking for this long. It wasn't right. Shaking his head, he looked away, back at the amp chords. He had already narrowed it between the two–

'Hi, excuse me,' he heard your voice speak up, and his attention flew straight back to that other side of the room. You had walked over to one of the employees of the store, asking for help, 'do you guys have any Mötley Crüe?'

Eddie listened on in shock. He had never been the one to dismiss someone's interest because of their appearance, but… there was no way you would be into that? At this point, it was with fascination and admiration that he watched as the store employee led you to the racks of records you had just been next to. He saw how you patiently waited for the clerk to went through the stock, finding the one item you had somehow glazed over. He noticed that beaming smile that appeared on your features as you thanked the person, the Mötley Crüe record now in hand.

But you weren't done. You kept on searching for something. With a huff, you turned around to the opposite side of the aisle, and that is when Eddie Munson felt his heart get stuck in his throat.

It was nearly visible, at the edge of your shirt hem, a dark line across your lower back, stretching over your skin– that was a tattoo, no doubt about it.

y/n, cheerleader captain y/n, had a secret tattoo. Who would have thought?

Eddie couldn't contain the smirk at that thought. He was seeing a whole new side to you. One that was dark and gritty, apparently. And so many more thoughts started harassing his brain.

What was the tattoo of? How many people knew about it? Certainly, your cheer friends couldn't have– that shit is definitely against school regulations. Hell, the number of times he had gotten sent to the principal's office wearing sleeves short enough to show his bat tattoo… and he had never encountered you there. No, we wouldn't want that kind of scandal on your permanent record.

He occupied himself with the record in front of him– country gospel, whatever that was– as you walked over to the counter and paid for your haul. With the sweetest smile, you thanked the clerk again, and with the purchase in hand, you made your way over to the door.

But you did not take the shortest way to the exit. You walked around, through another aisle. You walked right towards him.

'Hey Eddie,' you said, more cheerfully than anyone had ever said his name before. It made the hairs at the nape of his neck stand up.

'Uhm, hey–' he choked, so you filled in the gap.

'y/n.'

'No, yeah. I know.' He didn't want you to think he didn't know his name. Although, maybe that would humble the queen of Hawkins High a bit, huh? If one of her subjects didn't even know her name. But it was too late for that. He cleared his throat, suddenly unable to look you in the eyes. 'What, uhh, what are you doing here?'

'Just doing some shopping,' you held your new records close to your chest. 'You?'

What was he doing again? He couldn't think straight. The only thing occupying his mind there was that ink over your back. Would you have any other secret tattoos? Of course, they would have been just as well hidden as that one, with how small your cheerleading costume is and all…

'I'm just–' c'mon, for fucks sake, what was it?' 'looking for a new amp chord.' He finally pointed back to the display of things behind him.

'Oh, do you play?' You asked enthusiastically.

'Yeah. Guitar. I'm in a band… actually.' He should just shut up before he made it worse, 'Corroded Coffin.' Too late.

'Ooh, cool.' Those words could have sounded cheap and condescending, but you had actually sounded interested. 'Do you guys play anywhere?'

'Yeah, yeah. At the Hideout. Every Tuesday night.'

'I might have to go and check you out then.' You started walking, passed him right by. When you were standing chest to chest in the narrow aisle, you stopped, however. 'You know, get my fair share in this time.'

'What?' Eddie blinked slowly.

'Nothing.' You flashed your smile and continued walking. Almost at the door, you turned around. 'It's a dragon, by the way.' With your hand on your hip, fingers placed in a way that when you walked out of the door, Eddie could see you pointing at what he now could see was the tail of the mythical creature on your lower back.

When the door behind you closed, Eddie fell to his knees, biting his cheek, cringing at his own stupidity, but also really hoping he would see that upcoming Tuesday.

The End.

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darlingggdearest · 10 months

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Genya and fem!reader who thought his fighting style and determination was really admirable and cool and wants to get to know him more, but everytime she tries, he's just too flustered

Genya with Fem! reader who thinks his fighting style is really cool

OMG I love this so much! thank you for requesting.

WARNING: None! enjoy!

+ You were a demon slayer, just one rank lower than Genya. Genya had always caught your attention, from the way he looked to the way he held himself. One thing in particular caught your eye though, the way he fought.

+ You had tried to become friends with him a multitude of times. Finding him cool and admirable for the way he fights, but whenever you tried to walk up to him to introduce yourself, he'd walk away.

+ At first you thought he hated you, what you didn't realize is that the exact opposite was true. he'd run away from the sight of you not because he hated you, but because he really liked you. He liked you a bit too much, and in the world of the demon slayer, liking someone in a sense more than friendship is emotional suicide. He knew this, so it was ok right? He just had to keep his distance and- DAMN IT- you are too damn persistent!! He saw your figure emerging from the trees again. That damn perfect figure. With that damn perfect smile. And that damn perfect hair. And- he stopped his thoughts. BE GONE YOU AND YOUR PELVIC SORCERY. (I really hope people get that reference)

+ You waved your hand in the air. "Hey, Genya! What are you talking about?"

+ His face heat up, great- he accidentally said it out loud. To save what was left of his dignity, he turned around and hightailed it out of there. And that's what he kept doing, for a while.

+ Until you guys got paired up on a mission.

+ Now he couldn't run away, so instead, he came up with the best option he could think of: staying perfectly silent. That lasted about 15 minutes.

+ You started the conversation by telling him your name (he already knew because he asked his older brother about you) and he mustered up the confidence to shake your hand. Your skin felt so soft and warm to the touch, he defiantly held onto your hand a good 2 seconds longer than he should have, embarrassed, he overthought it the rest of the day.

+ The mission went well, after a few hours of fighting, the demon's head came off with a satisfying slice. And you got to see Genya fighting up close, which is always a good thing.

+ You felt overexcited from all the fighting, adrenalin most defiantly still flowing through your veins. So without thinking you let all of the things you had thought of Genya out. The way you thought he was so cool for fighting with a gun and a sword, the way he holds himself, and of course the "I am so honored to be able to fight by your side Genya!" At the end of your rant you had to take a big deep breath, realizing you hadn't been breathing through any of it. You look up, Genya stares back.

+ He is in complete shock. He had no idea that you thought these things about him. He feels proud? Embarrassed? Happy? Flustered? oh yes most defiantly flustered. His blush has not only causes a sheet of sweat across his face but it also stretches down his back and chest, even his fingers are blushing a bright crimson glow. His stomach is doing cartwheels. He can't quite focus on anything but you. Right now. Right in front of him. One side of him would do anything to not be in this moment, and the other would do anything to be in this moment forever. Both are fighting to the death inside of him. And before the second side could claim its victory, Genya faints.

+ He wakes up in a bed at the butterfly mansion with you sitting right next to him.

+ "Oh! You're awake!" you exclaim. "Shinobu said you'll be fine, it was just a tumble, she thinks that you stretched yourself too thin during the battle and you just need to get some rest."

+ That's it. He's excepted his defeat. He loves you. And now he's in trouble.

Should I post a part two??

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aakaneeee · 3 months

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✮⋆˙beside you feels so right˙⋆✮

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 featuring! dan heng and gn! reader

words: over 5k

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 contents! fluff, slight hurt/comfort

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 warnings! spoilers of Dan Hengs past

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 songs I recommend for this fic:

❀rises the moon

❀sweather weather

❀the other side of the Paradise

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 akane's thoughts: omg akane made a long fic?!?! unbelievable.. all jokes aside, I think this came out prettyyy cute! Dan heng is such a softie bro someone give him a hug. (how are the two men I like most polar opposites?? talking about Dan Heng and Luka from ALNST)

the tea you wanted to drink already went cold, steam no longer rising from the green, transparent liquid. you circled around the painfully empty room of yours. you joined the Astral Express Crew only recently, not enough time passed for you to decorate the place you received, but definetly enough to get attached to everyone. especially a certain someone.

you got a text, a horrid one, short yet to the point: enough to make your stomach churn. "the mission took an unpredictable turn. a bad one. we might come back later than anticipated."

Dan Heng was always a dry texter. That wasn't what made you so worried. But the Xianshou Luofu was a dangerous place. There were mara-struck people, who knows what kind of 'companions' and you knew well they would have to do dangerous stuff, like they always did. They came back with scars more often than not and it made you sick.. because Dan Heng would never admit something went bad.. You knew it was worse than what he said.

So, now he is a dragon? long, dark hair with turquoise ends stayed smoothly on broad, bare shoulders. Greenish blue eyes that almost seemd to pierce trought you. Teal, translucent horns.

It was Dan Heng, but it also wasn't.

"this might be unexpected for you. I was quite.. worried to come back to the Express. to you..." a pause. "And Himeko, and Pom Pom." He never repeated the same word again and again in the same phrase, it was obvious he was nervous.

"there's no need to be. sure.. this is a lot to take in and process. But it would never change what I think about you. You're still the Dan Heng I know." You smile awkwardly, trying to make him feel better, to an extent where you weren't sure if what you were saying was okay. "And I know you had a reason to hide that from us. I understand you." Did you really?

"Thats good to know." He nodded slightly, a pink, rosey shade brushed on his cheeks, almost barely noticeable. "I'll just.." he sighed, something he did oftenly, for many reasons too. "I'll go to my room..."

The moment just turned even more awkward than it was before, which was a hard to achieve point. Both of your gazes were averted to the side.

"Okay.. I'll.. see you?" You respond.

He simply nods before turning away and going right, back to his own cabin. You closed the door, leaning against it and sighing, just like he would have done. It was a gruesome experience, one that would swim back to the surface before falling asleep. You try to calm yourself down, and tell yourself it was all okay, even though you knew it wasn't.

02:37 AM

Turning again and again in one's bed seems to not work. You get up, sighing just like Dan Heng would, and stretch. Your eyes were drooping sleepily, unkempt hair falling on your shoulders. Your baggy pajama was not staying right, but it didn't matter that much. Your foggy mind couldn't forget what happened between you and the one you got way too attached for your own good. You were a bit frustrated he kept all that under the rug, even for you, and made you feel a little upset, even though you understood his reasoning. Sliding your door open, you stepped out, pacing quietly until you are in the lobby.

Cooking yourself some simple Diet fried rice, you sit down at one of the tables and stare at it, waiting for it to cool down. Atleast if you focused on the white grains of rice, then thoughts wouldn't lurk as much.

Not even Pom Pom walked around the empty halls of the Express. It was all peaceful and tranquil, optimal for watching the stars and the beautiful constellations they create. And yet, even with a breathtaking scenery before you, you still felt oddly.. empty. Like a certain something ended way too soon. Like something finished abruptly even though you could've stopped it. You couldnt help but imagine that he didn't see you the same way, even though he was the one that changed. Perhaps it's because you stared, pure shock on your face. Or perhaps he just felt guilty for not telling you, and wants to distance himself. That sounds like something Dan Heng would do. And yet, you still felt like it was somehow your fault.

You take a mouthful of the food you made, and even though it was nothing special or that good, it was enough for such a late time. You felt like the only thing that wasn't enough right now, was you. You wanted to apologize for staring and tell him how much you like him, maybe even be honest and say the truth, that it was in a more-than-friends way. It would be awkward. A relationship would never happen between you two. You couldn't pin point if he felt the same or not, but it didn't change much. A relationship on the Express would be a nuisance. You know that teasing wouldn't even be the worst part, but rather, the fact that you would worry more than needed, and the whole system would be deregulated, just because of mutual romantic feelings.

And so the bowl emptied.

Walking slowly to your room, you stumble on your own steps, even the Universe wanting to tell you 'go and apologize!'. You stop in front of his cabin, reluctantly hold your hand up, but before knocking, you pull it back. Your hesistance continues for a few seconds that felt like the whole world stopped in place, but then you finally do it. Knock once. Twice. Shortly, almost intentionally made to not be heard so you could tell yourself that you tried and calm down, atleast a little bit.

To your dismay, or happiness, because you weren't really sure at this point, the door slides open. A sleepy version of the normal Dan Heng you know stands behind it, looking at you.

"Did you need something?"

Your gaze averted to the side.

"No. I just wanted company, and you're the only one that stays awake this late." A white lie and you know it. It's not company you wanted.

"come in, then." He replies after a short pause that yet again felt like an eternity.

This felt even worse, and it was almost pressing on you, like a glass wall. You enter the archives room after the taller man. The bed was not made, like usual, but now the scenario seemed to be more like: "he just got up to open the door because he is too nice to not do it". It all smelled vaguely of a bitter kind of tea, but it's was so subtle you didn't manage to pick up what tea exactly. Something close to green tea, you concluded. Small lights from the multiple devices scattered around the makeshift room flickered, and they were the only things that didn't leave the whole place in complete darkness.

Your gaze went back to Dan Heng, who stretched his neck and arms, then sat down, looking at you intently.

"so, what are you doing up so.. late. or early, perhaps." He asked you, voice a little different than usual. Maybe because you woke the poor guy up at an unholy hour of the night, but it was deeper and somewhat raspier.

"i couldn't really sleep. thoughts were clouding my mind and dragging all kinds of tiredness from me."

"what kind of thoughts?"

He asked that because he cared, or because he knew the feeling too well. He usually was very focused on the topic of discussions, but many times you caught him zoning out, eyebrows furrowed as he seemed lost in deep thought.

For a bit, you were reluctant to tell him the truth. It probably was very weird, and sudden, even a bit saddening. You didn't want to ruin his mood, but you were already there.. and it felt only right for him to know.

"I am so sorry for staring earlier." You start, voice cracking slightly. "I didn't want to make you feel bad, like I probably did. I know it must've been hard to keep something so upsetting like this and my reaction wasn't good. I deeply apologize.. I guess I just stared because I thought you were beautiful, and didn't realize I made you uncomfortable-" Wait. Rewind that.

The always so neutral Dan Heng looked at you with slightly widened eyes, a pale rosy tint on his cheeks.

"I just made it worse didn't I-"

"No. No, you didn't." He interrupted you, maybe a bit too eagerly for it to sound like he didn't enjoy the compliment. He sighs, something he did very oftenly, trying to find the right words.

"You are right, it was hard for me to keep all of that away from everyone. I felt bad for doing so. And I did get quite worried that you didn't.. see me as the same Dan Heng you know. But I never blamed you. I get it, it's weird for someone to come back and look like someone else-"

"No! It's not weird- You aren't weird." It was your turn to stop him a little too eagerly. "Youre an amazing person and everyone knows that. Especially me.. well, I think. The others probably know you better than I do.. but I'd like to know more about you. So, so much more."

"You do."

"I do."

You two looked at eachother for a second, not breaking eye contact. In the middle of the day, you were sure you both wouldn't have that kind of courage. But at about 4 AM, I guess even your brains turned into mush. A guilty one too, it seems.

"With what would you like to start, then?" He broke the silence with a more than bold statement, as you saw it.

"What?"

"With what would you like to start? You said you wanted to know me better. Then what would you like to know?"

"Oh, there are a lot of things, I can't just pick one..." "Then I'll start. I'm Dan Heng, and..." he pauses, clearing his throat as if trying to gain courage, his cheeks turning darker than rosy. "..and I like you."

Seeing your shocked expression, he tried his best to suppress a smile. "I mean it." Even though the words came out a little stuttered, they still, in fact, impressed you.

"Dan heng, I.. dont even know what to say..

"If you dont feel the same it's okay."

"No, I mea-"

"And even if you do but are not ready for a relationship, it's also okay."

"I wanted t-"

"And if you won't want to ever talk again I-"

"Dan Heng!" You interrupted him, your tone slightly amused. You never knew he could talk so much. "I like you too."

His eyes widened as he opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it as if nothing came out. You lean in to give him a kiss on the forehead, to which he responds by gently cupping your face and kissing you. All living beings froze around you, and all the air seemed to have gotten stuck in your lungs. It felt like your lips were meant to be there. Like life can finally continue because two halves found eachother again.

When you had to pull away for air, you smiled, he smiled. The course of life started again. Flowers were blooming, the Sun was shining. All leaves were green again, or atleast that's how it felt for both of you. And why stop nature? If it's fueled by kisses, then don't mind if you do.

It never felt so right to be next to someone. It never was so amazing to know you are loved and cared for, however you might look. Not all halves match perfectly, but you two do. And that's why being beside you feels so right.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #dan heng × gn reader #dan heng #hsr fluff #star rail #honkai fanfic #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #hsr #writeblr #writing

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atlasnessie · 1 year

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Hello, I looked through your work and I'm in love with how you write the story. Anyway, can I get a story of Chuuya x GN!Reader? The reader is a high achiever, perfectionist, ambitious, and competitive person. So maybe Chuuya forces the reader to rest because he knows how tired the reader is and the reader is fighting with him and then giving up. Tbh, I'm going to have a middle exam that starts at the end of the month I already did it by now but it's hard because I also have an organization.

HIHI OMG TYSM FOR LIKING MY WORK 😻🙏‼️ i’m not used to requests so i’m sorry if this isn’t the way you like it .. still hope you enjoy !! (GOOD LUCK ON EXAMS OMG THATS SO STRESSFUL AND ANNOYING)

“ARE THEY WORKING AGAIN .. ?”

chuuya has just come home as the clock read a late 11:29 pm. you didn’t hear your lover come in, and you not greeting him from the door made him question where you were. cracking the door to the large shared room, he saw you with stacks of paperwork, pen, highlighters, and pencils scattered around. this wasn’t the first time chuuyas seen you like this, though.

he sighed, knocking on the door as you turned your head, studying his slightly disappointed face.

“oh, chuuya, your home ! i’m sorry i couldn’t greet you at the door, i had to study this and finish some paperwork …”

pushing the desk, you got off your chair and walked over, trying to greet him. you were tired, but promised yourself not to show it. he stopped you, oddly enough. a hand extended out as he continued to stare you down.

“how many times do i have to tell you ? your killing yourself with all this non - stop work.”

you took a nervous chuckle. his tone was on edge and an argument is the very last this you want, especially with chuuya.

“i’m alright. look, if i really do drain myself out, i’ll take a break.”

“and how would you know you’re tired ? you always seem to ignore it and never really take a proper ‘break.’”

you frowned at his words. you didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. you were tired to the bone and wanted proper rest, but this - all of this work and studying - it meant way to much to you. you knew nakahara understands, but it seemed as if he didn’t at the same time.

“you sound sorta hypocritical, chuuya. you act like you take breaks from work.”

“of course i take breaks ! i take them at work now and then. i even call you !”

“sure, but you always complain how tired and stressed out you are. you even told me at one point you don’t even get that many breaks !”

the bickering went on for about another ten, fifteen minutes at the door before you took a breath, clenching your teeth. and of course, like most arguments, chuuya left you speechless. it was obvious he was pissed off, a whole lot more than he has been at work. you opened your mouth and exhaled.

“look, i’m too tired for this. i’ll listen to you? ok ?” both you and chuuya glanced at a clock. the male took a peek at his phone while you shifted your head to the glowing digital clock.

11:48.

“i‘m going to bed.” you turned around and made your way to the bed, climbing in and putting your head down on your pillow, look at the opposite way from where chuuya was. your lover grumbled, going to the bathroom to take a wash, throwing his coat on the bed.

the water didn’t stop coming down until 12:10 and you couldn’t fall asleep. just as the doors of the bathroom opened, you hastily closed your eyes. the other side of the bed weighed down, the rustling sound of the blanket allowed you to sigh deeply, air filling your lungs to the max. the lights were off and the room wasn’t cold, but goosebumps still grew around you.

“i know your not sleeping.” the ginger played with your hair. you didn’t respond.

“‘m sorry for yelling at you. i know you hate me right now.” chuuya whispered an apology, something he does after every argument.

“i really do hate you.” turning your body, you looked at his outline, your eyes met his in the dark. the man giggled lowly.

“i know. i’ll make it up to you tomorrow. but promise me you’ll take a break.”

a bit hesitant, you agreed, saying that your not ‘not - gonna - work’ for the whole day, and chuuya shrugged, even suggesting to help you.

“alright, sure. goodnight, chuuya.”

“mm. goodnight, love.”

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs drabbles #bungo stray dogs imagines #atlas writes !

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saigonharrington · 2 years

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Hi! I was reading your “movies” fic and it was soooo good! I had actually been listening to the album a couple days ago and was thinking how good a bestfriend!Steve Harrington fic would be based on the song “Yours”. Like maybe they’re best friends and reader has always had feelings for him and Steve never notices. So she has to watch him date and break up with Nancy and is always there for him whenever he’s going through something. She has to watch him constantly date around when all she’s ever wanted was for him to see her the same way… omg it’d be like super angsty, maybe end it with them ending the friendship or getting together even though the song doesn’t end that way !

Hi thank you soo much!

yours - steve harrington

Here's your bestfriend!steve, hope you'll like it

Wordcount: 3,2k more or less

Category: angsty angst 🤪

There might be some mistakes since I’m writing on the phone and dont have the access to my laptop rn but i will correct them soon!

Enjoy!

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The smell of strawberries filled your nose as you started zoning out. Suddenly your head was full of flashbacks from childhood days. Your best friend, Steve, was almost in every one of them. He was always around, because you were neighbors. Every up and down, he stood by your side. He was there when your first tooth fell out, when you learnt how to ride a bike, when you got your first A and when you got your first D. There was always a spark of fear inside you that everything will change when you go to high school. He got popular very quickly, with the reputation of being a womanizer. You cared about him a lot and during the years of education you sacrificed many friendships just to save the one with him. Scared that he will find better, funnier and more popular classmates to spend time with, you made sure that no one will come between you and Steve. The same couldn't be told about him, but even though he had larger group of friends, you still were his favorite. You weren't bossy or obsessed with him, just afraid of what might happen if he left you.

When he made more friends you just kept quiet and tried to befriend them too, but spending time with him only was your priority. He couldn't understand your point of view, because he was much more of an extrovert than you. He loved to be surrounded by people and liked larger companies than spending time with just you. It was hard to reach an understanding, but both of you willed to work out on this problem. There were certain days and events when he made you accompany him and his mates, but also days when the two of you were having fun just by yourselves. And today it was the prior one.

"What are you thinking about?" Steve asked you out of nowhere, having his arm around Nancy on the opposite side of the table.

The two of them were going on and off for a couple of months and you were sick of this situation. You liked Nancy, she was a good listener and included you sometimes when she was spending time with Steve. But you also saw how she gazed at Jonathan and wasn't focusing on your friend. It hurt, since you knew how serious Steve was treating her. Once, when he stayed up all night with you, he revealed to you his future plans, Nance, and the kids beside him. It sounded insane to you, but as a good friend, you approved this idea adding that you would try to be the best aunt possible.

"Regular stuff. What I have to do when I come back home, you know." You replied, sipping the milkshake.

"Actually, that reminds me that I have something to do with Jonathan. See you later?" Nancy got up and wanted to walk out of the bar, but Steve grabbed her hand.

"I think we have something to talk about." He said, sounding a bit angry.

You weren't sure what to do, leave them alone or just sit there patiently? But the two of them went out of the bar, and out of your sight to speak in private. You didn't know what was going on and waiting for Steve to come back seemed to get longer and longer. Staring at the clock on the wall certainly didn't help and you got bored easily. The waiter stared at you curiously, probably waiting for the payment but Steve said that the milkshakes are on him, and now he wasn't there and you started to get nervous because you didn't bring any money with you.

"Sorry it took so long." Your friend appeared out of nowhere, sipping his milkshake as if nothing happened.

"Well..." You started, waiting for his explanation.

"Well what? The fact is, I'm single now. And I'm okay, thanks for asking. No more Nancy for me, I saw her with Jonathan last week."

Your head exploded from getting this information. Hearing this made you almost sure that Steve won't come back to her so quickly and that maybe it's the perfect time to slowly reveal your feelings towards him.

The truth is, you have fallen in love with him when you were younger, an innocent childhood crush slowly turned into one-sided love. You were having internal battles with yourself for years now, wondering if your feelings were wrong, because he was like a brother for you all the time. Was it right to fall in love with a friend? Or did you do it just because you were bored and he was the only boy who actually wanted to spend time with you and listened to you? You had so many questions that haven't been answered yet. But since things with Nance started to look worse and worse, you were getting prepared to finally talk to him about your feelings. Of course, now wasn't perfect, since he was single for only a couple of minutes, but you had to change your mindset — you have to wear your heart on your sleeve, or he will finally meet the woman of his life and all your chances will be lost. You can do it. What could possibly go wrong? Losing your best, one and only friend, with whom you spend all your life together and who is the only person that you talk to in school? No big deal, right? Right?

"By the way, as I was entering the bar, this hot chick asked me on a date. I'm the embodiment of the magnet, clearly. But no wonder she asked me, I mean who would want to miss the opportunity to date me? No one. And I need a rebound after this shitshow with Nancy that somehow existed for way too long. I've been blind. From now on, your Steve will be wearing glasses 24/7. No more blindness from this guy." He pointed his knuckles at himself while letting his sunglasses fall from his head right on his nose.

The player that you knew was finally back, and it broke your heart a little, afraid that there will never be a chance for you to talk with him honestly. On the other hand, did you really need to express your emotions? Being friends with him was fine. A bumpy road, to be precise, because sometimes you were hurt, and the other times you were the happiest girl on earth. But in the end, it's better than nothing. And there's no chance he would admit that he might love you back. I mean look at him, look at me. We're opposites. Steve likes his girls confident, which sadly you were not. Maybe having him as a friend would have more perks, and be more steady. Maybe you should wait til he's like 30 or something, and then if you are both single, ask him to marry you just not to grow old alone? It seemed like a decent plan. And you've heard about that theory, the rebound theory, that in Steve's case was right. After breaking up, he needed to have a date with a girl whose role would be a consolation prize. So maybe you should wait after things with what's her name will be over? Hopefully this time you are right.

"Great, so when's the date?" You asked, putting your fake smile on.

"We're going out tomorrow. I'm in desperate need to have fun, and then to think things through. About my future, you know. But first a date with... wait I remember her name...Mary! Yes!"

"Good luck with that. Make sure not to forget her name while talking to her. By the way, could you drive me home now? We've finished our milkshakes and I have some duties back there."

"Of course, sun. See you in two days. I can't be mourning my relationship alone, can I? Will you bake that special cake you always bake to cheer me up? I would love to eat that one with you. Soo?"

You couldn't say no to these puppy eyes. So the day after, while he probably was kissing another girl at the cinema or at the park, you tried to keep your mind busy by making a whole feast for the next day. It was great. The day has passed so quickly thanks to your tiredness after baking for the whole day. You did not only bake a cake but also cookies and got everything prepared for potential dinner before eating the dessert. Being in the kitchen for that many hours made you fall asleep easily, ready to face the next day with Steve.

For a second, during the day, you had hoped that he might call after the date to tell you how it went and mock some awkward situations that happened, but at 10 pm you officially gave up and went to sleep. Sure, you fell asleep quickly, without having the chance to overthink Steve’s date, but your subconscious mind made sure to have weird dreams about it. You saw a happy couple, now more vivid, as you were approaching them like a ghost. It was Steve and the girl of his dreams. Having fun, dancing on the field full of flowers, taking about ideal future. And then suddenly you saw yourself as you argue with him and slowly become non existent part in his life. Watching him from afar, spending the whole life in loneliness. Will it really look like that? These scary thoughts woke you up, still tired and confused about what was happening.

You looked at the clock, positive that it’s the middle of the night and you still have time to get some rest, but unfortunately it was noon, meaning you have less time to prepare the dinner than you have originally planned. You stood up frantically, trying to dress up and brush your hair at the same time. Still feeling dizzy after sleeping, you almost stumbled upon the corner of the rug which would make you fall. Looking probably like shit, you stormed into the kitchen to rush before your friend comes.

“Oh my, what’s the rush? Is it the national holiday today?” Your mother appeared out of nowhere - at least you thought so, but she was sitting down beside the table, reading her magazine and you just didn’t notice.

“Steve’s coming in an hour or so and I promised I would make us a feast.” You explained quickly, grabbing the ingredients from the fridge.

“Well if he wants a feast then he should at least help you with cooking. You’re not a restaurant or a catering company for some party. Wait til he comes and I will teach him a lesson.” She replied confidently.

“No mom you don’t understand. He finally broke up with Nancy. I need to cheer him up, with dinner and his favourite cake.

“Good for him, good for him. But actually I do understand. I think you’re still doing a little too much than a friend would do. Come on, cooking for the whole day and then waking up the next day, having your t-shirt on the wrong side and half of the hair brushed, but already continuing the mess in the kitchen? I’d say you’re a wife. The kind of wife that her job is being a wife, staying at home, taking care of the kids, cleaning and cooking all day because that’s what you do. Don’t you think it’s crazy? I sometimes think that you are obsessed with him, I swear, from what I’m seeing, he’s the only person you’re talking to and spending time with. Get a life, girl.”

She finished her monologue like she always did, reminding you that she is an extrovert too and wants you to have more fun during the teenage years than she managed to have. But it wasn’t that easy.

After receiving silence and glares from you she added: “But honestly, he’s quite a catch. And he has money. Maybe I shouldn’t stop you, maybe it was your plan from the beginning to chase him and make him fall in love with you so you would inherit some goods, that’s smart.” She made a joke and you chuckled a little, only then to realize what you might look like in others’ eyes.

The girl who is quiet, everyone barely knows her, but they remember her as being Steve’s „plus one” in almost everything, everywhere. Maybe it looked like chasing him and not giving the air to breathe? Maybe you looked like a lost puppy or a kid that he had to hold your hand and lead you through life. You wished it didn’t look like that. After all, Steve wasn’t complaining. At least to you.

“Mom, do I look like I’m glued to him?” You asked, afraid of her her response.

“I think people know that you both come in a package. No one could split you, even if then tried. But it’s good, and hey, you are beside him since childhood, it’s not like you appeared next to him when he became popular. It’s okay honey. I was just joking. I’m glad you have a friend. But I won’t complain if someday you marry him. Just so you know.”

She patted your shoulder with a smile and left the kitchen. Her words made you feel a bit better, and what the whole school was thinking didn’t matter, because they didn’t know you and you didn’t know them too, so why would you care what they gossip about?

Everything was ready when your friend chimed in through the kitchen door.

“Guess what?” He asked and you were afraid that he will tell that the date went amazing. “You didn’t answer the call yesterday! I called to tell you all the details, but your mother said that you were sleeping. Liar!” He laughed.

“I really did sleep. Yesterday was tiring to me and I went to bed embarrassingly early. Take these plates, won’t you? I think we should eat at my balcony since the weather is amazing and I haven’t seen the sun for two days.

“Sounds like you had fun here without me. Considering that amount of food in front of me… wow, I can’t thank you enough. Shall we start our feast?”

„Yeah, of course. And please do tell me how the date went, I’m curious.”

„It was okay, I guess. I was chatting, as always, but she acted bold. Like, all the time she encouraged me to do something weird and crazy and if I wasn’t eager to do this, she constantly mocked me and after some time it sounded like she was insulting me! A weird night is all I can say about it. I mean, I don’t regret it, at the beginning it was fun, but I don’t want to have a date like this ever again. I think I’m no match for crazy women.”

“If I were you I would run away from her and lock myself in my room forever. She sounds creepy.” You replied, trying to hide a smile that was appearing on your face after hearing that the date wasn’t as much of a success. “And how are you? In general and you know, after Nancy thing.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if yesterday’s date did what it was supposed to do, which is setting me free. I guess I will know when I meet the right girl.”

“Speaking of…” you started nervously, feeling that it’s the right time. “I wanted to talk to you, for like a really, really long time. We know each other since we were babies and we spend lifetime next to each other. I couldn’t imagine not being friends with you. But there is something more. I feel something more. I don’t know how it happened, a couple of years ago I noticed that I act a little different around you. I love you, Steve. I was there when you became popular and started flirting with every girl around you, when you were with Nancy and faced all the ups and downs of the relationship. I was there, for you, like every fucking second. I need you to know that sometimes it hurt me, even more than a little but I managed to hide my feelings only for you to be happy. But I think I can’t do that anymore. I know that you are after a breakup and you have to sort things out, I promise you I can wait. Yet I’m here, sitting right next to you, and asking you an important question. Do you love me? Even a little? Do you feel something that could tell you that we can be more than friends? I need to know, not knowing kills me and makes me overthink everything, like the sense of our friendship. Please say something.” You finished your monologue and looked at Steve who had a plate with cake in his hands, but wasn’t able to take a bite thanks to the shock that you gave him.

“Damn. Y/n… what do you expect me to do? I have just broken up with Nancy. I don’t know how I feel about anything, except for the cake that I wanted to eat, but now I can’t. What do you want to hear? Wait, I know what you want to hear. But I’m afraid I can’t say it. I’ve always had a friend in you and I appreciate that so much. There were times when it was only me and you against the world. And sure I imagined spending my life with you, since I clearly have no luck in relationships, but I can’t do that to you. I’m still confused about my feelings, I loved Nancy and I had to let her go. I can’t imagine letting you go. I know you longer than I know her and I can’t imagine how much damage losing you would make. I just can’t do this. Not right now. I don’t want to lose a friend less than 48 after I lost a girlfriend. I’ll be left with nothing. I’m sorry, I need time to think about this. Lots of time.” He left a plate with the cake that he barely touched and left your room. There were tears in his eyes, and in yours too. What was now going to happen? Did both of you lose a friend?

Watching him leave your house was the worst part. Because you didn’t know if he will ever come back and if there’s a chance to fix the mess that you made with one speech. And how would you look him in the eyes at school? Everyone will notice that something happened. And now you weren’t his girlfriend, weren’t even his friend. And he wasn’t yours.

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luffysus · 2 months

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I need to talk about Cross Game - Part 1

Lately I've been feeling a bit nostalgic of the old anime/mangas I used to read, so I decided to re-read Touch by Adachi Mitsuru and that not being enough i needed to re-read Rough by the same author. And just like that I was like fuck it I just can't get enough of this author so I decided to give another one of his mangas a try and OMG I am floored. Btw I have some issued with the tropes Adachi overuses in his storytelling and his artstyle but that's for another post. Anyway, Cross Game is absolutely brilliant, this is Adachi at his best dealing with emotions, grief just like he knows. I actually haven't watched the anime adaptation so I'm just going to focus on the manga for now. I'll try to keep it short but I don't think that's even possible cause I have a LOT to say...

While looking for opinions on the series, I came across lots of reviews but mostly from anime watchers and I was often confused because a lot referred to Wakabe as Kou's girlfriend and I was just sat there like huh ??? Did i missread something in the manga that the anime captured lol ? I mean Kou did love Wakabe but the author from the very beginning of the manga went out of his way to show us their relationship was a bit one-sided. Wakabe loved Kou (mind you they were just like 10 year olds at this point in the story so i feel a bit weird calling it "love" lol) but Kou on the other hand was always more interested in her sister Aoba.

The instances are subtle a la Adachi but there are almost in every chapter. It's the way he sets up his panels, the dialogue or silences that sometimes can be so mundane but highlight obvious human emotions, like longing.

Starting from Chapter 1, Kou and Aoba are the first two characters we are introduced to and already in that introduction we have Kou staring at /taking interest in whatever it is Aoba is doing.

And mind you right before this, is a page of Kou staring at bathing suits, and when his father scolds him he basically replies he is a maturing boy so staring at things regarding the opposite sex is normal...almost like the author is outright showing us the what interests this hormonal pre-teen...

The first part of the story being focused on Wakabe and Kou's relationship actually highlights and cements the fact that Kou always liked Aoba differently. It's in the way he wasn't really intereted in keeping that tradition Wakabe wanted of them buying each other gifts every year.

It's the way he would almost always mention Aoba while with Wakabe (I started taking screenshots of the different instances but there were actually like so many I gave up lol I can't post all of them). I will however just touch upon imo the biggest giveaway depicted. It is when they are exchanging birthday gifts and Wakabe spots a newlywed couple. She's obviously emotional and she mentions how the couple will definetely be happy since they got married on a special day (her and Kou's birthday). When I tell you Adachi has a way of setting up his panels...because what comes next is kind of a brutal hint that only Wakabe was in "love". As she is mesmerised by the bride and imagines herself in that position...one day most likely with him... Kou is not listening and is basically thinking about Aoba and trying to emulate her pitching. You can't make this up...

Now this could absolutely be my head canon, but Wakabe being the very perceptive young girl she was, imo figured out Kou liked Aoba that's why she tells Aoba not to take him away from her when he grows up to be the kind of man she knows Aoba will like (aka a pretty damn good baseball player).

When Wakabe tragically dies at that young age, Aoba could never forget that request from her late sister. That's what makes Aoba's struggling to come to terms with her feelings for Kou as they grow up so poignant. Not only does she have to come deal with the grief of losing the sister she was closest to, she also has to fight her growing attraction for Kou so she literally forces herself to exgerrate feelings of hatred him because falling for him meant betraying the late sister she loved so much.

Kou too has some internal conflicts he has to deal with before accepting that he loves Aoba. While he was not romantically interested in Wakabe, he still loved her very much. She was the only constant in his life, always pushing him to become a better person. It's a love that's in a way so much deeper than romantic love. It's the kind of love you feel for a twin (and knowing Adachi this is exactly what he was going with, by setting their birthday the same day and place). Plus like I said because their relationship was bit one side he felt that much more guilt, that she was the one always loving him, always doting on him during their time together. On top of that his feelings for sisters just kept growing...

This is what makes Cross Game so damn heartfelt. The emotions the characters go through are so complex, so human it tugs at your heart. Seeing these two heartbroken people try to cope with the death of loved one while coming into adulthood and dealing with their survivor's guilt, growing emotions... Damn.

I titled this part 1 because I still have so much more to say lmao. I'll stop here for now. Well done to anyone who manages to read all this and if you did I hope this makes you want to watch/read Cross Game.

#cross game #Kou Kitamura #aoba tsukishima #adachi mitsuru #I might not recover from this for a while #sorry to my OP followers for this random post lol

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luckyqueenreign · 2 years

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Hi!!!!! I've read "Come Back home x jade" and "First Impressions" and I love it so much!!! and I've read in your first impressions that you'll make a POV of Suresh! I was wondering if you'll ever make it!!! Oh! Thank you so much for the scripts btw!!!

Thank you so much 🥹🥹

I had the blueprint but went back and actually finished this today because of your kind words!! hope you enjoy!! Also if you ever want to be tagged on future Suresh fics let me know!

@fujiihime

First Impressions – Suresh POV

TW: Aggressive Sexual Behavior

Suresh closed his eyes and rubbed his temples together with his hands.

“You look like, you could use a drink,” Simon said.

He opened his eyes and his coworker Simon stood at his office doorway.

“This McCarthy case…there’s so much to do,” Suresh said shuffling papers on his oversized mahogany desk.

“Come on, it’s my birthday! We’re going to your favorite bar, The Social, and the McCarthy case will still be waiting for us on Monday.”

“OK, give me 30 minutes, I just want to wrap up a few things here.”

“YES! See you there.”

---

As Suresh walked into the swanky cocktail bar, he could feel the usual stares and attention that he normally received from women. Two blondes and a brunette sat up a little straighter as he walked past and gave him the tell-tale “bedroom eyes,” he flashed a wide smile at them and made his way over to the bar.

Before he was able to place a drink order the bartender came over and placed a drink in front of him.

“Here you go, Suresh!” said the bartender.

“Tommy, I didn’t order a drink yet,” said Suresh confused.

The bartender then pointed to two girls who were sat on the opposite end of bar. Suresh lifted his glass and mouthed a thank you.

Well I should go over there and thank those two properly then.

“There he is!” Simon shouted excitedly behind him.

Suresh turned around to greet Simon.

“Hey Simon, You know I wouldn’t actually miss your birthday!” He moved closer to Simon and whispered “I have to go thank those two ladies at the other end of the bar for my first drink.”

“Wait! Before you do that, because I know that will take you away all night, come meet my girlfriend, Chloe. She’s at the that table over there with her friend Gemma.” Suresh followed where Simon was motioning and then he saw her. Gemma. An absolutely stunning woman in an emerald green dress, her light brown hair was styled in soft waves that landed right above her breasts. Her tanned legs glistened as she adjusted one leg over the other. She was laughing at something Chloe said, God he loved the way she laughed. Her smile, the way her eyes were crinkling at the sides.

“Suresh?”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go meet the girls.” As he walked to their table, he realized he was nervous.

Wait, what just happened? Why is she getting up? Is she leaving? Oh, looks like she’s headed to the toilets. OMG Suresh relax.

“Chloe - this is my friend Suresh! What happened to Gemma?” Simon said.

“Oh, Hey Suresh, pleasure to finally meet you in person! We had a little accident; I spilled a little wine on her, so she went to the bathroom to clean herself off. She’ll be back in just a bit.”

As Suresh sat there making polite conversation with Chloe and Simon, he kept glancing at the door to the bathroom.

Get a grip Suresh. She’s walking to the bar. Now’s my chance to go meet her and buy her a drink. Play it cool. Pretend you don’t know her name.

The bar was much busier than it was when he first arrived, he was relieved to notice the two women that bought him his first drink were now gone. Gemma walked over to the only empty stool at the bar and set her purse on the seat. Even though there were more people now at the bar, it was still only staffed by one overwhelmed bartender, Tommy. Suresh noticed Gemma trying to get his attention a few times but was failing to do so.

“Hey Tommy, can we get the lady here a drink?” he asked.

She turned back to look at him and just nodded and said, “Thank you.”

Suresh flashed her an inviting smile, “My name is Suresh. I couldn’t help but notice you having some trouble from across the room and had to come to the aid of a damsel in distress.”

Gemma rolled her eyes. OOF an eye roll.

“Does that line actually work for you, Suresh?”

Suresh chuckled, “Just trying to show you chivalry is not dead.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“I think we have some mutual friends. I went to law school with Simon and we’re working at the same law firm now. You were just sat at his table with his girlfriend Chloe, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Before he could ask anything else, Tommy returned with a new glass of wine and placed it in front of Gemma. Suresh went to pull out his wallet to pay and Gemma blocked his hand and said “No, thank you” as she handed the bartender cash.

She grabbed her drink and turned towards him, “I’m not a damsel in distress and I’m perfectly capable of ordering and paying for my own glass of wine.” With a smug look on her face she started to walk back towards the table.

“Hey wait!” Suresh said as she continued to walk without turning back.

“Your purse!” With that she paused. With a self-satisfied smiled on his face, he started to walk towards her and held her bag out to her.

Finally something she wants.

She motioned for him to give it to her, and he swats it out of her reach.

“What are you doing? Give me back my bag.”

“I will gladly hand over your purse for your name,” he says smiling.

She rolls her eyes. ANOTHER EYE ROLL.

“Gemma” and she motioned for him to give her, her bag back.

“Gemma, Gem, lovely name. Can I ask you Gemma, why do you hate me so much when we’ve only just met?”

She sighs. “I don’t hate you, Suresh. I’ve just seen guys like you all the time. You think by buying me a drink tonight, you’re entitled to more from me. Unfortunately for you, I don’t have hot lawyer guy on my hookup bingo card tonight.” She grabs her purse from his hand and starts to walk back to her friends.

“So, you think, I’m hot then?” he smiles.

She looks back at him, rolls her eyes and walks off.

Third eye roll. She’s driving me mad with these eye rolls.

He watches as she makes her way back to the table and chats with Chloe who makes her laugh. God, I love that laugh.

Simon walks over to Suresh with a smirk on his face. “It’s not every day you see Edinburgh’s Most Eligible Bachelor strike out!”

“I didn’t strike out with Gemma,” Suresh said.

“What would you call that then?” asked Simon.

“Just a first impression.”

---

One week later…

“Fuck! I’m going to be late!” Simon said as he starts to gather the file boxes he was working with on the floor of Suresh’s office. “Can we finish the McCarthy file on Monday?” As he hurries to grab his coat.

“Yes, that’s fine. Mate where’s the fire?” Suresh said.

“It’s Chloe’s birthday! It’s at this club all the way downtown and with the traffic I’m going to be so late!”

“Wait will Gemma be there?”

“Yes of course… mate you’re not seriously thinking of pursuing her when she shot you down royally last time, we saw her.”

“She didn’t shoot me down. I already told you; it was a first impression. I don’t care I’m coming with you. What’s the name of the club? I’ll meet you there.”

---

Suresh and Simon walk into the swanky nightclub, Becky Hill’s “Crazy What Love Can Do” thumps in the background as revelers start to dance as the bass drops. While Suresh scans the club looking for Gemma but doesn’t spot her, Simon sends Chloe a text.

“Let’s get a drink while we wait for Chloe to text me back,” Simon says as he motions towards the bar.

Suresh leads the way, still scanning the club for any sight of Gemma. It’s her best friends birthday she’d be on time for that right?

“Two double scotch, please” he says to the blonde bombshell bartender.

“Who’s the other one for?” She asks.

Suresh points to Simon who’s just a few feet away but can’t hear the exchange.

“How about I give you boys these drinks for free in exchange for your number?” She sexily leans forward towards Suresh’s face.

“I’m flattered but I can’t we both have girlfriends.” Both? Only one of us has a girlfriend. And you’re not one of them.

“First one is still on the house because you’re a loyal boyfriend, and those are too rare.”

He thanks her as he takes the drinks and walks back over to Simon. Fuck I’m an absolute idiot right now. I’m rejecting girls’ advances and Gemma seems to want absolutely nothing from me.

“I’ve found the girls! Chloe!” He shouts over the music.

And that’s when he sees her, she looks stunning in a red dress that hugs every curve. Her long, soft wavy hair bounces as she dances along to the beat. She has a slight sheen from dancing with her friends. As they walk closer, he and Gemma make eye contact and he gives her a small smile.

He’s still about 7 paces away when a guy comes up behind her and tries to dance with her. Gemma gives him a polite no, but he keeps gyrating on her. She starts to push him away, but he becomes more forceful and grabs her back to him. Suresh runs over and with one hand pushes Gemma’s aggressive dance partner away. He stumbles backwards in a drunken stupor and falls on some people on the dance floor. The drunken idiot tries to come back to confront them but Suresh gives him a look that makes him put his hands up and walk away.

He looks back to Gemma, who’s fixing her dress but clearly shaken up.

“Are you ok?” He asks as he searches for the answer in her eyes.

“I’m fine Suresh, I was handling it,” she snaps.

“Are you serious right now? Even when I try to help you, you still have to keep up the ice queen act?”

“Ice queen act? You want a medal for helping with what? Pushing a drunken loser off of me? I’ve already told you, I’m not a damsel in distress, I can take care of myself Suresh.”

“Great, I’ll leave you to it then,” he storms away from her and heads towards the bar.

Suresh didn’t understand how he could be so infuriated by someone but still feel what could only be stirrings of something more. He hated to admit it, but Simon was right, this was now his second strike out with her. She was clearly not interested in him. He wasn’t a gambling man, better to cut his losses now when his heart wasn’t attached. The bar was much busier then when they first arrived, and the cute bartender was taking her sweet time now that she knew he wasn’t an available prospect. Why am I still even here? It’s Simon’s girlfriend’s birthday. I barely know Chloe.

As he leaned his back on the bar looking at the dance floor, he saw her again. She shouted something over the music and her friends just gave her a thumbs up and continued to dance to the music. As Gemma walked through the throngs of people, Suresh noticed that he wasn’t the only one watching her. In the distance and much closer to her was the drunk stranger who tried to dance with her earlier. He pointed at her and high fived his friends as he started following her. It seemed he had something much more sinister in store for Gemma then their dance earlier.

“Gemma!!” Suresh screamed.

“GEMMA!”

It was no use. The music was too loud. There were too many people. Suresh’s heart began to burst out of his chest, he pushed through people a little harder than he should’ve, but he had to get to her. He had to save Gemma.

“No!” he heard her scream.

He ran down the long, dark hallway to the bathrooms.

Gemma.

Suresh rushed through the door. Anger coursing through every inch of his body. How dare this drunken loser try to touch Gemma without her consent not once but twice in one evening. Suresh runs in and easily overpowers the drunk stranger and punches him across the jaw. The drunk guy groans on the floor, Suresh wants to break every bone in his body for even thinking of touching Gemma, but he doesn’t want to scare her. He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over shoulders, her dress strap has ripped and Gemma’s now holding one side up. He grabs her bag and holds her close as they walk through the throngs of happy club goers.

As they exit the club, the overwhelming emotions of everything that just happened come rushing out of her and she starts to cry.

He stops walking and hugs her close to him. He rests his chin on the top of her head as he strokes her hair and says “It’s ok Gemma. I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

She’s safe.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he says.

He holds her tight as they walk to his car, he opens her door for her, and she hesitates.

She doesn’t even know you. She’s not going to want to get in the car with you.

“Gemma, I’m not trying to hurt you, I just want to take you home.”

And for the first time Suresh actually felt she believed him. He looked into her striking green eyes and she immediately softened, gave him a smile and got into his car.

She gave him her address and he input it into his car’s GPS.

“Thank you. If it weren’t for you, tonight could’ve …” She trails off but Suresh knows what she’s thinking.

“You don’t need to thank me. You’re safe now and that’s all that matters.” Suresh goes to take her hand in his and she grabs his hand in return, but when she does, he winces.

“Omg Suresh, your hand.”

As he looks down his knuckles are bleeding, and his hand looks swollen.

“It’s fine, Gemma. I’m ok.” She gently cradles his hand to take a closer look and he winces again.

“No, Suresh this looks really bad. We’re less than a minute away from my apartment. I’ll take care of it for you. You’re not going to be able to do it yourself with one hand.”

With that he agrees. As they arrive at her flat, he swings around to her side of the car to open the door and help her out of the car.

Her building is a two story home that was converted into two apartments. As she opens the door to let him in, he steps into a small foyer that leads him two separate ways he can see to the left is the living room and straight forward is a hallway that leads to the kitchen. The apartment is small but cozy and tidy. She leads him into the kitchen, and he sits at a small table waiting for his “nurse” to cure him.

She moves methodically throughout her apartment to get everything he needs. On her fridge she has pictures of her smiling with friends on holidays, birthday parties and hen nights. She returns with a first aid kit.

“Ok you’re not going to like this part, but we need to do it.”

He grimaces as she says “Up! To the sink! We need to clean the cuts.”

As she cleans his hand he winces “ahh!! AH! ah!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby!” she laughs.

Suresh holds his breath while he lets her clean his hand. She bandages it with ease and the care of a nurse or doctor.

“Are you a nurse, then?” He asks.

Gemma giggles and says “No, I just have a younger brother” she turns to her refrigerator and pokes around until she finds it, a bag of frozen peas. She gently places it on his bandaged hand. “Come with me.”

She leads him to the living room with the peas in hand, and points to her couch. “Sit. Leave this on for at least 20 minutes. I need to shower this night off of me. Don’t poke around, I’ll be right back to check on you.”

Suresh smiles a half smile “thank you.”

In the living room, he noticed a few framed photos one at Christmas with what looked to be her parents and her brother, the family all smiling around a gorgeous, lush tree. Another with her best friend Chloe on a vacation, where she looked tanned and absolutely stunning. The third seemed to be her at graduation but before he could take a closer look she shouted in the hallway “I said no poking! Just lay on the couch!”

“You’re no fun!” He shouted back. He smirked as he headed back to the couch.

Gemma. I’m in Gemma’s flat. I know there’s something here. We have a connection. I feel it.

He wasn’t sure if it was the emotionally charged night or the fight, but he felt drained. He struggled to keep his eyes open and within minutes he fell into a deep sleep.

—-

Suresh awoke with a throbbing pain in his hand, and a sense of panic of when you first wake up in an unfamiliar place. He noticed she covered him with a blanket and took off his shoes, he smiled thinking of her struggling to lift his legs onto the couch. He checked his phone 8:58AM.

He considered two thoughts, the first being his usual and most consistent thought in relationships or as he affectionately termed them, situationships, leave. This girl has shown zero interest in him, has pushed him away at every turn, and clearly doesn’t want to be with him. And the second thought being what If he just stayed a bit longer, she had a hard night and maybe she needs company. Maybe he could cook her breakfast or make her a coffee. There was something different about Gemma, she was special. She wasn’t going to ever take his shit and he wanted to show her and prove to her that he could be a great guy for her.

That’s when he decided to go for the latter option. He got up and headed to her kitchen. He looked in the fridge and grabbed a few things eggs, toast, butter, jam and some bacon. He started the coffee pot while he quietly cooked them breakfast.

“What are you doing?” Gemma asked sleepily as she entered the kitchen.

“Morning Gemma, thought I’d reciprocate your nursing with some breakfast” he said with his back to her.

As he turned to her, Gemma lazily smiled at him. She gathered her hair away from her face and put it in a top knot. A few strands of hair fell close to her face. She was wearing a weathered band T-shirt with a band name that was barely visible from so many washes, too big, grey sweatpants, but his chest felt tight with want when he saw her.

“Do you need help?”

“Maybe you can grab plates, forks, knives, and mugs for the coffee? I couldn’t find your milk either.”

“I don’t have milk,” she shrugs. “I normally just drink it black with two sugars”

“What!? How do you not have milk?”

“All of this outrage for some milk?” She laughs as she grabs everything he’s asked for.

Her laughter is infectious and makes Suresh laugh as he plates their breakfast. He hands her a plate, and they head to the table to eat.

Gemma took her first bite and looked at him surprised. “This is actually decent.”

“Decent?” He scoffed as he took a bite, “it’s delicious!”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she winked.

“So, you’re not a nurse, you’re not a lawyer, what do you do for work?” He asks

“Why would you assume I’m not a lawyer?”

“I asked Simon at his birthday”

“So, you’ve been asking about me?”

He laughs “I guess you could say that, but I haven’t had much luck. All Simon said was ‘to be fair mate I have no bloody idea’”

She laughs at his imitation of Simon.

“I’m a marketing manager at a record label.”

“Wow that’s a much cooler job than lawyer. Can you sing?”

“Now that would be telling!”

“Come on please, let’s hear a note!”

“Maybe some other time Suresh.” She gets up and starts clearing their empty plates and mugs.

“So you’re saying there will be another time then?”

She places the dirty dishes in the sink and turns to face him. She pretends to be thinking it over and she smiles.

“I guess so”

Suresh beams at her and screams “YES!”

Gemma giggles. Her laughter is interrupted by a call coming from his phone still in the living room. He gets up to retrieve it and he pokes his head back in the kitchen and says “Sorry, it’s my Boss. Let me call him back.”

“Hey James! Sorry I missed your call.” Pause “Yes I’m actually working on the McCarthy file as we speak, I should be able to send you a first pass in a few hours.” Pause. “It’s not trouble at all! Talk soon.”

FUCK.FUCK.FUCK I need to call Simon ASAP. We’re going to need to get these done ASAP.

Suresh runs back to the kitchen.

“Work calls on a Saturday! And lying to the boss!” She giggles.

“Hey! That was a private conversation! And anyways, I have most of it completed.”

Liar.

“I’m just teasing you, but I won’t hold you up any longer.”

Suresh…you really have to go. But her giggle.

“I can help you with the dishes and leave after that,” he offers.

Washing dishes will take no time. McCarthy. Promotion. Raise.

“No, it’s alright I got them.”

Why can’t you just leave. You have so much work to do.

“They’ll take no time at all! Let me help you.” He starts to grab the pans from the stovetop.

“You wash, I’ll dry?”

He smiles at her, “Perfect”

This feels so normal.

They wash the dishes in a comfortable silence, each relishing these quiet moments together. Neither wanting the moment to end. Their hands and arms graze a few times as they wash and dry. He hands her the last pan, “See! I told you it would take no time.”

She smiles, “Thank you”

He smiles back at her, dries off his hands and heads into the living room to grab his things. Suresh heads to the door and Gemma follows closely behind him. He turns around to face her. “Thank you for letting me unintentionally stay the night and for nursing me back to health” he smiles and holds out his arms to hug her goodbye. Gemma happily melts into his arms and savors these little moments. The hug lingers on for a bit longer than it should.

“See you later, Gem.” He walks down the steps and heads towards his car.

SHIT. Her number… I didn’t get her number.

Suresh runs all the way back up her drive and up the stairs, he urgently knocks on the door until she answers, clearly out of breath.

“Did you forget something?” she says as she opens the door.

“Yes. Your number.” As he hands her his phone with a contact card already open for her. She adds it into his phone and hands it back to him.

“I’ll call you” he said smiling as he turned back towards his car.

Suresh bounded down the stairs positively giddy. He’d never felt this way before. He texted her his name so she could save his contact.

S: Suresh

G: Gemma

S: Somehow this is still going better then when I first tried to get your name.

Over the next few days, they spoke constantly. They spoke about anything and everything and Suresh knew he was falling for her. He made a habit of calling her on his lunch break daily and they would eat lunch together over the phone. He would sit outside on the benches outside his large office building. It was becoming his favorite part of the day. Today he tried texting and calling her, and she didn’t answer.

S: Good morning beautiful

S: got a coffee a la gemma today and I hated it. #justice4milk

S: hey u ok?

S: you missed our lunch date and you’re ghosting me now?

S: did I bore you with all my deposition talk yesterday?

….

No response.

He quietly ate his salad and for the first time he really missed her. Today was the day he was going to finally ask her out on a proper date. They’ve been talking all week daily, for hours on end and they were so compatible.

Did I say something to set her off yesterday?

He checked his phone again, no calls, no texts. The only notification was a calendar reminder for a meeting in 30 minutes.

He walked by Simon’s office, he was on a Facetime call and he recognized the voice, it was Chloe. Suresh ran in. “Hey Chloe!”

Simon looked at him confused.

“Hey Suresh!! How are you?” Chloe beamed.

“I’m good, I was just wondering if you had heard from Gemma today.”

With this Simon seemed to understand why Suresh had a sudden interest in talking to his girlfriend and he smirked.

“Actually, now that you mention it, no I haven’t heard from her all day…should I tell her you were asking about her?”

“Oh no its ok! I’ll tell her myself! Sorry to bother.” And with that Suresh rushed out of the office.

What am I doing?

Suresh’s day dragged on. Minutes seemed to take hours, hours seemed to take days. He checked his phone every 5 minutes for there to be no notifications from her.

As he packed up for the day her name light up his screen. Gemma.

He answered within the first ring.

“Gemma! What happened to you today?”

“I’m sorry, I was late for work this morning because I spent the night talking to a certain someone and I forgot my phone charging at home.”

He laughs. “Whew, I got concerned there for a second. But it did make me miss you a lot. I need to see you. Are you free tomorrow for dinner?”

Gemma smiles wide, “Yeah I can do dinner.”

“It’s a date then,” he says.

---

Two bells chimed as he entered the flower shop. The smell of all of the various flower arrangements hit him all at once. The shop keeper greeted him “How can I help ya, deary!”

“I’ve got a first date tonight that I need to impress,” Suresh said smiling.

“Ahh, this might be your last first date ya know! I’ve got a feeling about these types of things.”

She shuffled to the back and came out with a beautiful, large bouquet of flowers, in an ornate glass vase.

“How’s this for ya last first date?” she said smiling.

“I think that’ll do just fine.”

---

Suresh walked up her drive and up her steps and realized he was nervous. Gemma made him feel things he’d never felt before. He’d never had a girlfriend before, Suresh wasn’t the committing type and after three weeks of knowing Gemma, he already knew he wanted her to be his girlfriend. They hadn’t even kissed yet. He hoped tonight that would change, but he would follow her pace.

Three soft knocks. He could hear her rushing to the door.

She’s as excited as I am.

“WOW, Gem you look absolutely stunning. These are for you,” he said as he handed her a large bouquet of flowers. “They’re beautiful, thank you,” she said smiling at him as she placed the vase on her front entryway table.

“Let’s go then,” he said as he held out his hand for her.

As they arrive at the restaurant, Suresh can’t take his eyes off of Gemma. She looks absolutely stunning tonight. He can’t believe that this “dream girl” is actually with him tonight. Suresh checks in with the hostess and she leads them to their table. Their date is what anyone would classify as a perfect first date, they talked about their families, their travels, their hobbies & interests and discovered that they enjoyed a lot of the same things.

“Should we order dessert?” Suresh asked. Anything to keep the date from ending.

“The chocolate raspberry tart looks good,” Gemma said.

Suresh smiles as he closes his menu, “that’s exactly what I wanted too. Let’s do that and two glasses of champagne.”

When their order arrives, Suresh looks at her and says, “ladies first.”

Gemma rolls her eyes.

“Not this again,” she laughs but takes her first bite.

Suresh laughs, “See this is what you get for being difficult. You’ve got chocolate on your face now. Come here I’ll help you, so you don’t make a bigger mess.”

Gemma scoots closer to the table and leans over it, Suresh leans over too and starts to wipe away the chocolate. While he still holds her cheek, they stare into each other’s eyes. Gemma looks down at his lips Suresh wonders if she’s thinking about kissing him.

Not wanting to waste a second longer she leans over the table and kisses him. The kiss starts off slow and tender but soon their want and need take over. She hears something crash around them but doesn’t stop to check what it is. The table next to them audibly gasps, annoyed at the display. But they can’t seem to part from the electricity of the kiss.

Suresh hears someone clearing his throat loudly. Gemma finally parts from Suresh, she’s flushed and they’re both out of breath, her skirt has hitched up a bit, so she smooths it back down. The waiter has also noticed Gemma’s skirt and is visibly blushing and flustered.

“I know it was an accident, but please don’t cause any more trouble,” the waiter says as he drops the check and walks away with the broken glass from the champagne flutes.

Suresh looks at Gemma and they start to laugh. When they finally stop laughing, he reaches for her hand across the table and fondly smiles at her. Suresh kept thinking about what the shop keeper at the flower shop said that afternoon. “This might be your last first date ya know.” And he believed her. Because he couldn’t imagine wanting anyone in the world more than he wanted Gemma right now.

“Should we get out of here?” she asked.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said smiling.

#litg suresh #litg #litg mc #litg ex in the villa #litg s5 #litg fanfic #love island the game #ex in the villa #love island game

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evankelmpp · 2 years

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Superman hcs !!

disclaimer!! autism is a spectrum the way i may experience is not the way we all experience it, im just going off of mine

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SFW, superman x autistic!reader, gnc!reader, fluff, alternative!reader , i am a newer superman fan so that’s it’s own warning, no pronouns used, and alt!reader, mention of allergies (reader has allergies), reader is physically smaller then superman (not like 4,5 petite or skinny, weight isn’t mentioned)

(sorry for the 50 million tags just wanted to include more diversity cause i see none)

• Due to his super senses he’s incredibly understanding of your overstimulation

• since he got used to it he’d give you his old noise cancelling headphones

•everything’s so quiet you think you went deaf the first time trying them (they were made for superpowered senses)

•he would love listening to your SI’s and would casually learn more to add to the conversation

•(he’d also bring it your super causally like he wasn’t researching it just for u)

•he would end up sneaking you to the daily planet to meet anyone involved with your SI

• for example, if you were obsessed with a show/book he would push for the creator to get interviewed just so you could meet them

•if you had trouble putting your hair up in liberty spikes he’d help

• “Y’know i used to use a whole can of hair spray when i first became superman” he‘d tell you, the first time helping you out

• “yea I know you looked like a pomade ad” you teased

• he wouldn’t laugh but for a split second you think you saw a smirk

• after months of convincing he’d let you put guyliner on him

•THE HUGS THIS MAN WOULD GIVE OMG

•if you are like me and love deep pressure he would 100% deliver

•it’d put all weighted blankets to shame

• “are you sure this isn’t too much i don’t wanna hurt you”

• “i would be so happy to die like this Kal”

• if you even slightly joke like that he would be so worried and fussy over you afterwards

• (he’d secretly use his vision to make sure there was no broken bones)

• this is the bare minimum but he would never judge your style nor you stimming around him

• your guys place would look hilarious half of the house would look all country and fall and your side would look like a haunted house

• opposites attract 100%

• he’d be a regular at all of your safe food places and hide snacks around his place (before you moved in with him) just to always make sure your able to eat at his place (made myself sob with this one)

• he didn’t want you to feel anyway abt that so he’d lie and say they just conveniently… were… at his… place

• he’s a shit lier

• he’d also carry a epipen with him just incase

• after you had a severe reaction and it’s tense because he just had to use the epipen and is still worried about you, you’d joke about how techincally he also has an allergy

• in your drowsy state you’d say “ since kyriptonite is from your home plant and it hurts you… wouldn’t that be like a grass allergy?”

• he’d just kinda look at you like :|

• You guys had planned a date night but after he kicks ass as superman and you have a long day at work/school you decided to just spend time together at home

• You have the wise idea to swap clothes

• You try and fail to not stare at his abs as he basically destroys your rob zombie t-shirt

• You have to tie back your dyed hair and wear a hat and wear a flannel that’s bigger then you so you have to also tie it back

•there’s no way you could wear his pants without rolling up the pants legs 50x so you just wear leggings underneath

• he is half naked with crappy black makeup cause you insisted that he did his own makeup

• you both look stupid but keep pictures to commemorate

• you are practically drooling, like you do not already date this man when you convince him to wear a crop top (it’s not really a crop top he just ripped your shirt trying to put it on but still)

• he is overjoyed when you give him kandi especially when you teach him what plur is and he accidentally breaks them and felt so bad (he looked like a kicked puppy)

• he either leaves them at home or secretly replaces them with stronger material (the elastic band) so he can actually wear them

• he would be confused but very supportive of raves

• we love Kal el in this household

• also you constantly accidentally text his name as Kale because of your autocorrect and it’s the only thing you found out that annoys him

• you abuse that fact

#totally not projecting #not proofread #superman #superman x reader #superman x you

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vicswritingblog · 9 months

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Girls School Problems

My first crush was a boy I met in my church class; his name was Adrian. We were in the same cell group.

Sunday mornings meant long bus rides to church and sitting at the right side of the class. Boys and girls never sat together, so there was a huge gap between the genders like my catechist was crossing the red sea.

I only had a handful of girl friends in the class and never mixed with the boys. You’d think that in a class of 80, I could have at least 10 friends. I was very wrong. The girls from the other schools were always cold and judgemental – I could always feel them staring a hole into my back whenever I sat in the front. Or maybe that was just the beginning of my social anxiety.

“Eh, how is it going with Adrian?” My best friend, Jamie, nudged me in the side. I met her at church class too, but she was quite different from the other girls despite being in the same school as them. She talked to me first and we clicked instantly. We’ve been inseparable ever since.

“We texted a bit,” I whispered as I kept my voice low. “He wished me happy birthday and told me to get well soon.”

The catechist was going on about something regarding that week’s bible reading, but I wasn’t paying attention. Clearly.

“Why don’t you talk to him later when we break out into groups? He keeps looking at you, you know.”

I looked at Jamie in disbelief. Me? Talking to Adrian alone in real life? No way. I shook my head lightly and rolled my eyes.

“I think I’ll burst into flames if I do.”

She stifled a laugh and patted my back. The lights came back on again, signalling that it was time for us to split up into our cell groups. Everyone started to pack up and filed out, leaving my cell group behind to use the room. My group had 12 people, 6 boys and 6 girls.

We gathered in the centre of the class and sat in a circle but there was still a division between the genders. The girls sat in one half while the boys sat in the other. To link both sides of the circle together, our facilitators sat in between the last girl and boy at each end.

While settling down, I was so engrossed with talking to Jamie about our favourite band that I failed to notice that Adrian was sitting directly across from me. When I looked up, his eyes met mine immediately. I shifted my gaze quickly.

I couldn’t look at him or talk to him in real life. I didn’t know how to act around boys. The last time I had an actual conversation with any boy that wasn’t my father, was probably in kindergarten. We were paired with the opposite gender based on our heights, so I always had to hold hands and sit with a boy in class.

That was also the last time I was ever in a co-ed school. Since I was enrolled in an all-girls primary school and then an all-girls secondary school, my interactions with boys were limited. I only met a couple at church and tuition classes for a few hours every week.

The discussion went on as per usual with the facilitators asking and answering the questions while the rest of us continued to talk amongst ourselves or used our phones. We finished our session before the other groups returned, so the facilitators gave us a 20-minute break.

Jamie quickly dragged me up to go for a walk to stretch our legs. Before we left the room, I got a message from Adrian.

Want to go for lunch later?

I stared at the message and wondered how I could reply. Jamie hovered over my shoulder to read it, immediately shaking me hard with a squeal.

“OMG, He asked you out. What are you going to do? You should go! Get to know him more and talk to him. It’s so obvious that he’s interested in you. He texts you literally every day. I don’t think any other guy would do that,” Jamie whispered excitedly as we walked down the steps.

“And besides, his school is known to date girls from your school too. You two would be a match made in the East.”

I snorted. Right. A clichéd romance between a student from an all-boys school and a student from an all-girls school. Who said romance was dead? I picked up my phone and typed in a reply hesitantly.

Sorry, my sister is waiting for me to go home with her. Maybe another time?

That was half a truth and half a lie. Technically, it was true that my sister was waiting for me to go back but she would definitely be more than willing to go home alone if the situation arose. Jamie only sighed.

“Gen, when are you going to talk to him properly? You’re missing out big time.”

“I don’t know la, I just can’t do it now,” I shrugged as I slid my phone back into my pocket. Talking on text was enough for me since I didn’t have to face him or look him in the eyes.

We made it back to class before the break ended and sat at the back this time. When everyone else returned, the classroom became noisy and crowded until the catechist hushed us.

“To wrap up today’s class, here’s a quote I’ll leave you guys with: Love is patient, love is kind. Have a good day ahead, folks!”

My catechist was an odd guy. Did he happen to overhear my conversation with Jamie? I shrugged it off as a coincidence and laughed. Jamie and I were one of the first few to leave the room, feeling happy and free that we had the rest of the day to laze around. I spot my sister at the gate waiting for me and bid Jamie goodbye.

Together, we made our way to the bus stop opposite the church. I hated Bus 14 since it always took forever to come.

On this day, however, it felt like it took an entire lifetime. I scrolled through my Twitter account while my sister kept a lookout for the bus. All was well, until I felt a pat on my head.

I looked up only to find Adrian laughing at me.

“See you,” He smiled, giving me a wave before walking off with his friends. My jaw dropped internally and my sister gave me a questioning look. At that moment, I wished the ground would swallow me whole.

I opened my messaging app and stared at my chat with Adrian, wanting to type something to start another conversation. My mind went blank.

Wow, I really didn’t know how to interact with boys.

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motzgurke · 2 years

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Omg your domestic Shoto imagine killed me 🥺 plus it gave me an idea. So you know how Shoto is a touch starved baby boy/loves attention by his love, but what if he son is also? So it’s husband!Shoto and his toddler working together as a perfect pair to get cuddles and attention from the wife!mom!reader? I hope this made sense

I’m such a sucker for fluffy content that I needed to answer this request. But I hope you forgive me for changing it slightly, I just love the headcanon of Shoto having twins that resemble his appearance and personality 🥺

Words: 2782

Tooth rotting fluff for the pro hero Shoto, reader as his wife, and the cutest little beans my brain could come up with

You dragged your feet back into your office, throwing your gloves on your desk and collapsing exhausted into your chair. You were heaving, sweat still trickling down your forehead as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for the adrenalin to dissolve from your veins. The villain you chased was more agile than you anticipated and so you found yourself nearly running for a whole hour until you finally managed to corner him in an alley far from the place you were supposed to capture him. And so you had to wait even longer until the police arrived, taking the villain from you, excuses for being late washed away with a flick of your hand.

The whole last week has been like that, nothing seemed to work in your favour as every day something else went wrong, starting with a load of wrongly filled reports you had to rework all by yourself and ending today with this horribly planned capture mission.

You huffed and took a look at the clock hanging on the wall opposite you and as you realized what time it was you groaned. Shoto would have your head for being late again leaving him alone with the kids. You felt sorry as you thought about your husband. This week was his first longer break for months and now he had to keep up with your alternating schedule and two four-year-old boys probably occupying every little spare minute he could offer.

As you thought about your twins you couldn’t help the small smile spreading on your lips. You loved them, but you knew for sure how hard it could be to handle them. Not necessarily Yukio, but your energetic firstborn Koichi was an unstoppable force if he had set his mind on something. The idea of you Yukio watching calmly, clutching his plushie of your husband in his small hands as Shoto ran through your apartment, chasing after your red-haired fireball made you laugh happily. You couldn’t wait to come home and spend a nice weekend with your little chaotic family. But until that, you had to finish the last reports.

With a sigh, you stretched your aching limbs and fetched the reports resting at the edge of your desk. The sooner you started the sooner you would be able to leave work and fully enjoy some time with your loved ones.

Or so you thought.

You were already preparing the completion certificate for Deku who would take over your shift in a few minutes when an emergency call made you jump to your feet. Sadly you left behind the hope for a relaxing evening, putting your gloves back on, and hastily made your way to the supposed destination.

In the meantime, Shoto had arrived back, both of his sons holding one of his hands as they walked to your home. As usual, Koichi would blast about every little detail from the time at the daycare while Yukio only spoke up when he felt the urgent need to, content with letting his brother take the lead.

“And then Yukio built little snowmen for the whole group! He was so cool!” The red-haired explained with a wide grin and a cheerful glint in his eyes. Shoto was proud of how his son was so supportive of his shy brother, cheering and praising him whenever possible. “Oh really? I’m impressed.” The pro hero said and made the white-haired boy at his side blush at the praise. Yukio’s personality matched more with his own, while his livelier twin came more after you.

While he listened to the talking of his boys, nodding now and then he remembered the moment in the hospital, when he held them in his arms for the first time. Your beautiful smile was everything to him as he held the little beans in his arms, showing them to you since you were too exhausted from giving birth to them mere minutes ago.

You cried tears of joy, fully lost in your little family. This was everything that both of you had dreamed of and you were looking forward to seeing them grow up, learning what a beautiful world was waiting for them.

A weak tug at his sleeve ripped Shoto from his daydreaming. “Dad, open the door please?” Yukio looked at him with big and warm grey eyes, which came from Reis’s side of the family. If he was honest both of the twins had inherited most of their features from the Todorokis, it was like he had split up and was looking at versions of his mother and father disguised as him.

Shoto feared one of the twins would look like his father, he feared that he might project his childhood trauma onto his son, with his red hair and clear turquoise eyes, but his worry was washed away when the nurse had put Koichi in his arms. He instantly fell in love with the small being, his chubby cheeks, and how he had clutched his finger in those short little digits, not even able to fully wrap around his own. And of course, he loved Yukio just as much with his silky white strands, his face as round as yours. There hadn’t been a day since that he wasn’t thankful you gifted him such a wonderful family.

“Dad!” The boys shouted in unison, and he snapped out of his dreaming again, fishing for the keys in his pockets. “Sorry, I will hurry.” He excused and turned the keys in the lock until the door sprang open the boys dashed inside immediately, only to turn back a few seconds later with a saddened expression. “Mommy is not home,” Koichi said and grabbed his brother’s hand for emotional support. Seeing how your shoes were missing in the entryway you probably were still at work. He knew how stressful the job as a pro hero was, but still, he understood his children’s reaction, feeling a slight down himself at the realization you weren’t already there.

But as a father his heart couldn’t take to seeing his little beans sad like that and he kneeled to them, wiping a tiny tear from Yukio’s eye. “How about we play something until mom comes home? I’m sure she shouldn’t take too long.”

Soon he concluded that it wasn’t the best idea to lure the twins on like that. He was watching the clock growing worried with each hour you weren’t stepping through the front door. The twins had fallen asleep on the sofa after he played with them for hours, their cute little snores making him sleepy too. He forced himself to stay awake, combing through red and white strands and staring into the living room, a bit colder than usual without your presence.

Another hour later Shoto felt warm fingers caressing his cheek and his eyes snapped open, revealing your tiredly smiling expression to his foggy mind. “Your late”, he stated and lifted himself from the softness of the sofa cushions. “I’m sorry, there was an emergency right at the end of my shift”, you excused your late arrival and took a blanket from the sofa, gently tugging your boys under the soft fabric and stroking their cheeks as you did with your husband.

Your heart swelled with their adorable appearance and how they were holding onto each other in their slumber, snoring lightly. You felt bad for coming way too late and therefore spending less time than anticipated with your family, you knew how they had missed you this whole week.

Speaking of which your husband reached out and encircled your waist, drawing you closer until he could lean his head on your stomach a satisfied breath leaving his lungs. “Your home now, that’s everything that matters.” You thought you heard him purring and a small laugh escaped your mouth at his cute behavior. He hadn’t changed since you graduated from U.A. together. He was still the touch-starved, gentle soul you have loved for so long it felt like ages. Giving in a bit you let your fingers glide through his dual-colored hair, brushing the little knots from the silky strands.

You had to admit that you missed him too, but soon you needed to interrupt this moment, remembering the chores you had to do. When Shoto noticed how you drew back from his embrace he growled, trying to tug you back again but you wiggled from his strong arms. “Relax a bit more while I’ll do the laundry and start cooking. You probably hadn’t the time to do so with our two little balls of joy over there.”

He tried to protest, but the sleepiness still lingering in his body made it hard to keep up with how fast you had retreaded to the bathroom. Shoto pouted as he stared at the spot you were standing mere seconds ago. He knew you preferred to finish all the work before you gave yourself some relaxation time and he loved you for your determination to fulfill your duties, but right now he was annoyed. He missed you and just wanted to have you in his arms since this whole week neither he nor the boys were able to spend some quality time with you.

Seeing how desperately they clung to each other, trying to use the other as a replacement for your loving arms he grumbled, a plan forming in his head. Shoto respected your schedule but desperate circumstances called for desperate measures and so he shook his twins gently awake, a mischievous glint in his heterochromatic eyes.

Your small humming sounding from the bathroom reassured the father and his two accomplices that you were still occupied with the laundry. Giving an approving nod to his children Shoto retreated to the living room, signaling his boys to start the operation.

You were focused on your chores when you heard the padding of your children’s footsteps drawing closer to you. Turning around you expected them to look sleepy and fall directly into your arms, but the sight in front of you made you laugh with confusion. Yukio and Koichi were facing you with an unreadable glint in their eyes, but the fact that they changed into their little costumes modeled after your husband’s hero costume you kneeled to them, giving them a soft pet on their head.

“What are my little pros up to? Saving a civilian in need?” You smiled at their quick nodding. “Daddy needs help!” Koichi blurted followed suit by the calmer voice of his brother. “He fell in the living room.” Yukio pointed in the direction with one and tugged your sleeve with the other hand.

In an instant, your inside twisted with worry and you jumped to your feet, hurrying into your living room with big strides. As you stepped into the spacious area your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your husband lying motionless on the ground, dual-colored hair splayed on the carpet. You dropped to your knees, turning his larger form carefully and inspecting his head for any injuries.

Asking yourself what happened, and you hadn’t heard him falling over made you tremble, but the realization that there was no visible wound on his head or body relieved most of the tension cursing through your veins. You let out a shaky breath and scooted closer, putting Shoto’s head in your lap and cupping his face in your palms, drawing soft circles on his cheeks.

The stress dissipated at the sight of his chest rising and falling in even breaths. You nearly had a heart attack with the look of worry your boys had given you and the fear something had happened to your beloved while you were sorting through piles of dirty clothes.

Remembering they were probably watching this scene unfold you turned your head in their direction, reassuring them their father was fine. What you didn’t expect were their tense stances, ready to pounce at you. Before you could ask what was going on, Shoto’s eyes shot open and he turned in your lap, caging your waist in his strong grip. “Now get her!” His voice commanded and immediately the twins sprung forward, tackling you and your husband to the ground.

“Good work heroes and now don’t let the villain escape!” Shoto continued and your brows knitted in confusion at the term villain, but they didn’t give you a second to think before you felt small fingers tickling your sides while Shoto pinned you to the ground with his weight. The overwhelming sensation had you wheezing in seconds, bright laughter erupting from your body as your children continued to tickle your stomach and waist, they and Shoto grinning as they saw you so carefree.

“Villains need to be punished! Prepare for our justice!” Koichi exclaimed and sped up his movements, making you cry with happy tears. You weren’t able to stop them, lost in their play and the fun you had despite the aching of your stomach from your continuous laughter.

Shoto looked at you and your bright grin, laying helplessly on the ground while the boys kept on with their assault. His heart fluttered seeing your expression and the redness in your cheeks, happy tears running down your face. That was what he longed for. Just your little family, doing some cheesy playing and enjoying your time together. But after noticing how you started coughing from exhaustion, he sat down next to you. “I think that’s enough for now. Let mommy take a breath.” He grabbed Koichi and pulled him into his lap, keeping him from barging in again while Yukio rolled down next to his mother facing up at the ceiling like she was.

Grateful for the break you tried to calm down, taking some deep breaths and looking up at your husband with your son in his lap, both of them smiling at your disheveled form. “What villainous thing made me deserve such a punishment?” You asked and huffed playfully, gaining a judging glare from your red-haired boy. “You were late and left without cuddles!” He accused you and crossed his arms, reminding you of Shoto when he was pouting.

You sighed and gave him the most apologetic smile you could offer. “I’m sorry, my little fireball. But mommy had an emergency mission.” Koichi considered your answer and looked questioningly up to his father who gave him an approving nod. A look in your husband’s eyes told you he too was unhappy that you weren’t on time, but of course, he understood the urgency of the call.

You rolled on your side to face your other child who had been quiet since they stopped tickling you. “Would the kind heroes forgive my misbehavior? I promise to make it up to you”, you offered and opened your arms for Yukio to scoot closer. He considered your words for a moment, but his warm grey eyes soon softened and he quickly shifted, arms and legs thrown around your upper body as the small bean hid his face in your chest. “I’ll forgive you, mommy.” He mumbled and you placed your head on his chin, combing your fingers through the soft white strands.

Shoto smiled at the way you embraced your son, the sight in front of him making his heart flutter with fuzziness and pure unconditional love for his little family displayed by the handsome smile on his lips. Then he felt how the boy in his arms squirmed and jumped on top of you, turning you on your back with the force of his impact. “Unfair! I want to cuddle mommy too!”, and with that, he laid down, tugging his head on your stomach with a cute little pout on his lips.

You laughed at the way Shoto started to pout at being the only one left out, so you motioned for him with a wink to join your love cuddle pile and he made sure to follow the invitation in an instant. His big arms pulled you and the twins closer, ultimately sheltering you with his gentle warmth.

You turned to look at your husband with a questioning glint in your eye. “And you? Might the famous pro hero Shoto forgive his poor wife for her wrongdoing?” You asked with a guilty look, putting up your best pitiful face. Shoto hummed and pretended to think about your suggestion what you made you blink at him. Then you found his index and middle finger tilting up your chin, your noses nearly touching. “I might consider it if you give me a nice kiss, showing that you are truly sorry.” He stated and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, exposing the soft blush adorning your cheeks.

“As you wish, my hero.”

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha shoto #mha shouto todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki fanfic #shoto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #mha x reader

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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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avenging-fandoms · 3 years

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OMG! Friends to lovers with “ If I don't kiss you right now I might die” with Rafe please love 💕 💕

friends to lovers with ''if i don't kiss you right now i might die'' vibes

- project buddy, college!rafe (fluff)

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*college!rafe is so much more different than the rafe we actually see. enjoy very soft rafe!!<3 -- "what do i wear to a study session with my partner, but also say that this might be a date on his boat?" you asked yourself as you stared at your closet, moving pieces of clothes and mumbling to yourself.

yn: rafe, i’m gonna be honest. i’ve never been on a boat before. what do i wear?

rafe: Let me ask my sister.

rafe: She said jeans and a shirt. I normally wear a polo and shorts. It’s really up to you.

yn: okay, thank you! can’t wait for later :)

you picked out a few things, then stuck with a nice flowy top and jeans with sandals, complimented with a jean jacket. you thought about it being cold on the water, on a boat, so you thought your jacket would be good.

you grabbed your things and headed into your car, letting rafe know you were on your way and he replied with a smiling emoji. rafe was different than what you've heard of.

your roommate's boyfriend told you rafe was a dick, and that he was a rich asshole who bragged all the time, but you never saw it. you only hung out with him once, but you would think he would've bragged the first time he spoke to you.

you parked your car and rafe stood down at the end of his backyard. you smile and take out your phone, texting rafe to turn around. rafe turned to look over his shoulder and smiled, jogging over to you.

"hi stranger" rafe smiled and gave you a hug, and you couldn't help but blush. rafe smelled like expensive cologne and just a hint of weed, and you could keep your nose in his neck for hours. "so i figured i could take you around the water, show you a few things then we can dock in the middle of the water and study?" rafe asked as you two walked towards the dock.

"sounds like a perfect date. uh, study date" you smile as your cheeks turn red, rafe getting onto the boat first, taking your bag then holding out his hand. your hand fit well into his, his skin rough but smooth on the palm as he helped you onto the boat.

rafe's hand held your waist as you stepped over the side of the boat, slipping a bit but rafe caught you. you inhale sharply and grip rafe's shirt, and he chuckled softly. "i got you, don't worry" his words were calming, and you tap his chest as you pull away. "feel free to look around, i'm going to get things going"

you nod and run your hand over the railing, leaning over and staring at the view as rafe untied the boat and started the engine. you went over to where rafe was, standing next to him and looking out at the water.

the sun reflected off the water and you shielded your eyes, not even realizing you were leaning against rafe as he drove the boat slowly in a circle around the water.

after a half an hour of him bringing you around, rafe stopped the boat in the middle of the water and you two sat on the chairs with the little table in between. you unlock your phone, but you had no signal.

"rafe, there's no service out here so we can't do our project" you look at him and he shrugs, sucking air through his teeth.

"guess we'll just have to chill here. the project isn't due for a week anyway, we can just hang out" rafe smiled and you chuckle, shaking your head. "so, where'd you grow up?"

you and rafe talked until the moon was high above you two in the sky, and you two just talked about one another's lives. "it's nearly midnight, rafe. i think i should head back to my dorm"

"so soon?" rafe winked and you smiled, shaking your head. "dance with me real quick" rafe put on some john mayer and you blush as he holds out his hand. you grab it and stand up, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"rafe.. can i tell you something?" you picked your head up and looked at him, your nose barely touching him. "i've heard things about you"

"oh?" he spun you slowly and brought you back into his arms, and you felt a wave of butterflies in your stomach. "and what have you heard, gorgeous?"

"that you're the complete opposite to who you are right now" you answer and look up at rafe whose mouth was in a line. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have-"

"i am different around different people" rafe spoke and you look up at him, pushing your fingers in between his with the other hand on his shoulder. "i'm an asshole around those guys because their fathers are some professors and i want a leg up, even though i do my work"

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything" you shake your head but he touches your chin softly, making you look up at him.

"do you think i'm an asshole?" rafe asked softly, and you licked your lips softly, eyes meeting his. his eyes were more blue than the water, and you could drown in them.

"i think you're an asshole for not kissing me" you whisper and he smirks, holding the back of your neck as he kissed you. you immediately grabbed his face, your lips moving slowly against his.

rafe was gentle, until you initiated more. you let out a breath through your nose and pushed your body against him, pushing him against the wall of the boat and tugging at his shirt. rafe smiled and grabbed your hands, and pulled away slowly.

"maybe another time, sweetheart. it's late. are you sure you don't want to sleep over?" you shook your head and he kissed you quickly before bringing the boat back to shore.

you leaned over the edge of the boat, dragging your fingers through the water and rafe couldn't keep his eyes off of you. he docked the boat and did everything to tie it up, then helped you off onto the dock.

"we didn't get any work done tonight" you spoke and rafe shrugged again, and you smile as you lean against your car. rafe's arm pressed against the top of your window, looking down at you. "are you free to study tomorrow?"

"i'll always have free time for you, sweetheart" rafe spoke and you grab his shirt, pulling him down to kiss you. there was something intoxicating about his kiss, and you never wanted it to stop. "get home, sweetheart. i'll text you in the morning"

"goodnight, rafe" you whisper and he kisses you once more before heading towards his front door. he waited for you to leave before he went inside.

you flopped on your bed with a smile, pushing your shoes off and taking your jacket off. your phone buzzed and you pulled it out of your pocket, smiling from ear to ear.

rafe: I thank the stars and the professor we were put together. I never want us to finish this project. Good night, or good morning, yn. I'll see you tomorrow.

yn: we can make up our own projects, rafe. i never want this to end. good night handsome

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Stories That Are Told

Pairing: Tarrant “Hatter” Hightopp x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n)’s so used to being the background character in everyone’s story that she forget she can be the main character in her own.

Warnings: Slight angst but majority fluff!

A/N: I love this man with my whole being omg pls

Stumbling into Wonderland with Alice had been a wonderful thing for not only Alice, but (Y/n) as well. For Alice it was an escape from all the things she didn’t wanna do and would never wanna do. She wasn’t forced to marry some sod of a guy who’d make her miserable for the rest of her life or to be the proper lady she was expected to be, but instead she got a taste of freedom. And although it was an escape for (Y/n) as well, it was an escape of a different kind.

In the other world, with it’s dreary skies and monotonous patterns and cycles, (Y/n) lived a very humdrum life. Her family had never been as fortunate as Alice in any ways of the sorts, it was a miracle that they were friends to begin with. Alice’s father had been friends with (Y/n)’s since boyhood and because of that, he always made sure they knew they were welcome to anything of his that they wished. And while (Y/n)’s father had never taken advantage of that from the way Alice’s mother treated (Y/n) and her family, it wouldn’t be hard to think otherwise.

When Charles was still around, she hadn’t done anything out of line. The older woman always kept to herself, occasionally having an afternoon cup of tea with her own mom. However, her true colors and feelings came to light after the passing of her husband. During the next few months after her husband’s absence, the (L/n)s were there for Kingsleighs. Although they didn’t have the funds to help them monetarily (for they also didn’t need it), they offered their labor and services to the two as much as they needed. Farm work, house cleaning, garden maintenance. Anything you could think they had done. But as soon as Helen was well (as well as you could be after losing someone so dear) , she had forbid them from coming to their property. She didn’t believe her and Alice should associate with people of “such low stature” because it didn’t “align with their image”. But that had never stopped Alice.

Anywhere Alice went, (Y/n) was always there by her side right along with her. They practically went everywhere together and that hadn’t changed since they arrived in Wonderland. (Y/n) was grateful that she had chased after her friend. It was like she knew something would happen. Afterall, crazy things always happen when you put two curious girls together for more than a moment. The friends they had made since they arrived were nothing short of lovely. She knew her sister would describe them as odd characters and disturbing individuals. Telling her to stay far away from them and to not associate herself with those types. But what was wrong with being odd or even disturbing? The only things worth doing in life were a bit odd and disturbing and if that made her peculiar than so be it.

For the first time in her life, she felt as though she belonged. Sure, it wasn’t her story nor her destiny to be here as it was Alice but that did not mean she did not appreciate Wonderland for what it was. The story had never been her story, not here, and certainly not where they were from. Alice was the main chat and she was the topic that would get trickled in after.

“Everyone has a part to play, (Y/n). Even if it is not large or as set in stone, each person’s role is necessary for the story to progress, even yours. You’ll see.” the words of that tricky caterpillar replayed in her head over and over again whenever she had a moment to think. What had he meant by that? Was her story not more than to be here in support of her dearest friend and the latest edition to their friends? Was she not just a tool in the scheme of things? (Y/n) had never known people of lesser importance as herself to contribute much of anything big to a legacy as large as Alice’s!

From her end of the table, she watched as Hatter threw his hat high into the air before it landed on his head causing everyone to erupt in a jostled mess of laughter and cheering. She smiled fondly from a far. Tarrant was a kind man. No matter what was going on or where they were, he always had a way of making her feel included. That’s just who he was. He had known what it was like to feel excluded from things and the last thing he’d wanna do is be the cause of that for someone else. But it was nothing more than his nature, that’s it.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel.” a velvety voice sounded from beside her ear causing her to jump. The (h/c) haired girl glared at the purple cat, reaching a hand to swat him away but he disappeared once more before appearing on her other side. “He watches you often, even when there is not many around to see. But I always do of course.” The Cheshire cat said in a sure tell tone. The girl scoffed at him, shoving another small pastry into her mouth.

“I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes today, cat. So if you’ve come to mock my feelings during my 2nd to last day in Wonderland, I wish you well and send you off.” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest, turning her gaze away from him back to Tarrant who was already looking at her. The Hatter gave her a secret wink and a smile before turning back to the March Hare who seemed rather frazzled about something. Or perhaps excited. But once again, the grinning cat appeared in front of her face once more.

“Silly girl, you ignore the plain truth in front of you? I can see why you and Alice get along so well, both of you can be quite foolish. Oh well, the story isn’t over yet after all.” and with that he was gone. What did he mean by that? The story was clearly over. Alice had done what she set out to do. The Jabberwocky had been slain, the White Queen ruled once again, and all had been made well. And what was with everyone with stories? Not everything you can do will always be a story and not every story comes to an end. She decided not to dwell much on it. This was her last night she’d ever spend in Wonderland and she’d rather like to keep it in good memory.

So when the White Queen offered her a hand to dance she took it, their dresses swaying in the wind in oppositional unison. They all danced with one another, twirling, laughing, and having a grand time. The entire time the smile never once left (Y/n)’s face which a certain hatted man enjoyed with all his being.

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving today. It seems as if it was only yesterday when you arrived.” the girl swiveled around to see the red head there, a bittersweet smile on his face. His smile grew once she turned to face him. Removing his hat, he bowed as he grabbed one of her hands placing a delicate kiss to the top of it. “I am delighted to have known a woman as graceful as you.” hot tears sprung into her eyes which she quickly got rid of before he stood up. Giggling some she hopped onto the large sit swing, motioning for him to join her.

“Don’t get sad yet, Hatter. I’ve still got a few hours left. You can’t rid of me that easily.” he joined her on the swing, a wide grin still on his face. Although it was partly real, she could tell there was some sadness lingering behind it. (Y/n) turned her gaze to the sight in front of them. From the large benched swing, you could see just about all of wonderland over the edge of the cliff. “Besides, there’s not much to miss. I’m just me.”

“And ‘just you’ is a lot! I’ll miss everything about you. The way you mimic the bird calls you hear, the way you get excited when the rock you skipped across the water goes further than you imagined,” she looked at him in shock as he continued to speak, “E-even the smaller things like how you leave the crust of your sandwich for last and give your crumbs to the ants. But I think more importantly I’ll...I’ll just miss your presence.” he said the last part softly, staring off the edge of the cliff to avoid her gaze. A million thoughts raced through her heads as he spoke. Could it really be? Could he really share the same feelings as she did? (Y/n) reached a shaky (s/c) hand to lay on top of Hatter’s pale one, intertwining their fingers.

“Hatter, I've got something to tell you. During my time here in Wonderland, I’ve enjoyed every second I’ve had with everyone. But more importantly, I’ve enjoyed my time so much with you and I believe it’s only fair to share with you that my feelings I have for you go beyond those of normal friendship. I guess you can say I’ve grown...quite mad for you.” his head whipped to face her as he stared into her eyes, tears welling within his own. He flashed her another smile except this one was genuine, filled with the love and warmth he had shown her the entirety of her time in Wonderland.

“(Y/n)! Alice sent me to fetch you. I’m afraid it’s time for the two of you to head back.”

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After a lot of shedded tears, heartfelt speeches, and goodbyes that were nothing short of wholesome, it was time for the two to head home. Alice patted (Y/n)’s shoulder before holding her arm out for her to grab. As they neared the portal, (Y/n) turned around once more to stare at her friends but when she got to Tarrant, her heart began to break. The gaze they held with one another was long until she simply couldn’t take it. Without thinking she ran up to him once more, grabbing his shoulders tightly.

“Hatter, Tarrant, I need to know how you feel. I couldn’t live with myself if I left and never knew.” he shook his head, looking away from her as he tried to stop the waterworks that were withheld behind the dam. Hot tears streamed down the delicate skin of the girl’s face. “Hatter...please.” her voice was broken as she begged.

“I believe I wasn’t honest myself either. I am completely enamored by you, my dear. I wish I had said something sooner but even though I couldn’t, I’ll always hold a special place for you in here.” he said, placing a hand over his heart. Standing on the tips of her toes, she leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek.

“What if it isn’t too late? What if I stayed?” she started, watching as he shook his head, “Hatter listen! You may think I’d regret if I stay but I think I would regret even more not following my heart the first time it’s ever tried to tell me something. Nothing would make me happier than staying here with you...that is if you’d allow it.” a silence fell over as everyone awaited his answer. Without another thought Hatter leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet. Filled with a silent promise, a silent vow to care for her as deeply as his heart will allow.

“I do not know what I did to get so lucky, but I would do it again if needed.” she felt herself grow flustered at his words. A quick peck was placed on his lips before walking over to Alice once again. The blonde had tears of her own in her eyes. She was glad her friend had found something to fight for, something to call her own. But also for the first time in many years, they would not see each other everyday as they once did. They both stared at each other before throwing themselves into each other's arms, laughing in unison as bittersweet tears fell.

“Good luck. Make sure you put your foot down. You’re Alice! You listen to no one and march to no one’s drum but your own.” Alice gave her a curt nod.

“Take care. We’ll meet again, do not doubt it.”

Although Alice’s story had seemingly come to an end, it seemed as though (Y/n)’s story was just beginning. For once she wasn’t the side character in someone’s tale, but the main character in her own.

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