#anyways! hope you're all having a good summer i have to take my cat to the vet today and then go pick up my tux which is exciting
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Hi!This is my first time requesting something so sorry if I get something wrong 😭 but I’ve been a huge fan of ur content for a while now so I thought I should finally request something🫶🏼
Anyways I was wondering if I could request the ‘night cruise’ scenario w gojo, the reader, the kids and megumi too if you could? Tyy!
Also for the second scenario could I request ‘dancing in mid-air’ w the younger reader and younger gojo?
Feel free to ignore this if you want..
Thank you again and I hope ur doing well! 🫶🏼
[Gentle Affection Collection]
Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader
[Gentle Affection Collections]
Request 50 & 75 [ List is here ]
—night cruise & dancing mid-air
Notes & Warning: fluff, first-year trio is aged up to (17-18), fear of heights, Word Count: 4.5k
"Hi there's no way I could ignore this wonderful selection, I'm sorry for the sudden break of updates, and it's super late for my Little Cat's birthday but better late than never. Thank you for joining and requesting, I hope you don't mind me putting in Saika's birthday here as well? I hope you enjoy this piece! Stay safe~" —Grey
Moonlight
"What do you wanna do for your birthday Cat?"
You and Satoru surely have plans for your little princess' birthday. But asking the birthday girl sounds better.
"I wanna eat a geki kara miso ramen!"
No words further, wish granted!
You'll take her to where the miso ramen originated. To the far north of Japan, Hokkaido.
And so, Satoru carried his seven years old son in his left arm and his three years old daughter in the right. Both are sound asleep, clinging to their father. The two dozed off on the car ride and refuse to get down and walk. The last thing he needs is the two of them throwing a tantrum at the same time.
Meanwhile, you admire the humongous luxury ferry bound to Hokkaido. An 18-hour travel from Tokyo.
"I could hold Saika," you piped up to his side, pulling the trolley bag you packed for the four of you.
"Nahh, she'll wake up, I'm fine it's boarding time anyway." Satoru's gaze fell on his daughter, her thumb sucked in her adorable pinkish lips a mannerism she has grown. Both munchkins are completely exhausted after their small party in the Gojo Estate, Saika's first birthday party on Satoru's family side.
Nothing to fancy, it was an intimate family occasion with only Satoru's parents and a few cousins that Kouki and Saika are good friends. Yet it didn't stop the gifts from flooding that you had to store them in the villa by the backyard, the one you stayed in with Kouki while pregnant with Saika, they will be opened when you come back from the trip.
The announcement for boarding is going on and there's a small crowd on the dock, entering the ship in an orderly fashion.
"You do all packed jackets right?" You turned around to meet the trio of Satoru who are busy pointing and insisting on the places they wanna visit in Sapporo.
"It's fine Y/n-san, it's summer in Hokkaido, not that a little cold will stop me!" Yuji beamed.
Nobara snorted, warning the peach-haired one she won't be helping him out when he comes back frozen like a popsicle. Megumi is deadpan with the remark and is busy typing on his smartphone.
"I can't believe we're going to Sapporo just to get spicy ramen," Nobara sighed. "Y/n-san, we should visit Ryugetsu Sweetpia Garden, the Sanporoku there is the best!"
"Why not? Count me in," your reply made the girl start reciting the places she wanna go for the girl's day out.
"Hmm, I also like Sanporoku, count me in!" Satoru could already imagine the rotating Baumkuchen being poured with chocolate.
"You're not included, boys are not allowed," Nobara shooed the whining man. If ever your husband tags along she will surely be filled with cringe the whole day watching the two of you being lovey-dovey on the street while she walks behind and pretends not to know her clingy teacher.
"Y/n-san, I forgot my earmuffs," Megumi looks at you with a rather, embarrassed expression on the boy's face. Something you rarely see since he turned into a teen, but the distant memory of a nine years old Megumi, still cuddly with his baby cheeks asking for help to find the little whatnots he lost.
"I packed an extra, I'll give it to you late in the cabin." You ruffled his hair and walk up to Satoru's side, brushing Kouki's long hair and being swept by the strong air on the open platform.
"Fushiguro's acting like he's the oldest son," Nobara poked fun at the youngest.
"I'm not!" The latter glowered.
"Fushiguro, I forgot my socks," Yuji intervened with a complicated look. "Did I leave it in the washing machine?"
"Tsk, I packed three extras."
"Oi! Why are you acting like some siblings?! Itadori you're Todo's brother, not Fushiguro's." Nobara hissed.
"We're not!"
You chuckled at the bickering and hook your hand on Satoru's elbow. you're glad they accepted your invitation to come.
Satoru carefully lay down the kids on the bed while you quietly close the door. A little whimper and whine when they left their father's arms but thankfully they didn't fuss much. It seems the two kids don't have any plans of waking up even after you wipe them up and change their clothes.
Satoru went down to check on the three teens staying the next door and buy food on his way back and took care of the Grade 2 curse you saw loitering around the ship.
As for you, the wonderful bathroom is calling for a nice shower and bath time. There's a grand bathroom with an ocean view on the 5th floor, but you can't leave your two kids alone and go to the onsen. Satoru is also taking long, you're antsy to get washed from the sweat of your travel.
"Mama," Kouki woke up and sat upright while rubbing his eyes. Looking around the lavish suite room until he saw you heating water and blow-drying your wet hair.
"How was your sleep?" You beckoned him and turned off the dryer. Kouki climbs down from the bed and walks toward you, still adapting to the foreign surrounding of the room. "Wanna see the balcony? The ship hasn't moved yet."
"Papa?" Your munchkin opened the bathroom and didn't see his father. You could see a look of worry ripple from your kid's face but Kouki immediately erased it and decided to ask. "Where's Papa?"
"He went to buy some things."
He turned to the TV and look at you in silence. Somehow trying to send you some telepathic message, although you already know what he wants.
"Sai's still sleeping, keep it on low volume."
"I'm awake," a yawn piped up and Saika remove the strands of hair on her face. Rubbing her stomach and looking around the room, familiarizing the environment.
"Hungry?"
Your munchkin nodded with expecting eyes filled with hunger. And you dress them up, appropriate for a dinner outside.
"Be careful on the stairs," calling out, you put a finger over your lips reminding them not to be rowdy outside.
"Nobara nee-sama, are we gonna go shopping?"
"Oh, you like shopping with me Sai-chan?"
"Yeah!" Sai beamed and showed to the pretty hairpin her Papa bought for her last weekend during their shopping spree.
"Y/n-san, wanna play pingpong?!" Yuji tug at you excitedly and pointed to the game corner.
"Oh, I'll make you cry," smugly you accepted the boy's challenge. "How about you Megumi? Did you know Megumi got hammered with a ping-pong ball by Satoru and fell straight asleep?"
"Seriously?" Yuji looks at Megumi with shock and sympathy. "I'm surprised you survived that Fushiguro!"
Megumi, "..."
"At that rate, your skull must be pretty hard, huh? No wonder your survived Todo's attacks with a crack on your skull!" Nobara added.
"Megu-nii," Kouki brought Megumi's hand to feel his head. "Is my head hard like yours too?"
"K-kou that's," Megumi stammered, flustered that even the kid joined in.
Saika also joined in making their big brother's hand pat her head. "How about mine?!"
The three of you burst out in laughter at Megumi, surrounded and cornered by two kids asking him such a question.
"Oh, I was about to fetch you for dinner," Satoru walk up behind you, his hair a little disheveled.
"You were gone for so long." You fixed his hair. "Did you finish dealing with it?"
"Yeah, was pretty tricky." People kept coming in and out of the toilet and Satoru also kept hitting the pesky Grade 2 curse.
"Papa! Charge!" The two kids exclaimed and went straight for their father with their heads forward.
"Oh! What're you doing?" Satoru caught the two fluffballs just in time and immediately put a finger over his lips.
"Papa is my head hard like Megu-nii?"
The bystanders were looking at you and rowdy kids with looks of amusement and curiosity. They are enthusiastically talking almost at the same time that you and the three teens can't understand them at all while Satoru is nodding and humming as if he understands them.
You scooped your daughter and Satoru carried Kouki, still talking to their father about the Pokemon they saw in the game corner. You ushered the three teenagers in the direction of the restaurant.
"I'm hungry," Saika ended the talk, Kouki who is usually quiet panted and catch his breath.
"Even Sensei don't talk that fast," Yuj stood amazed.
"Maybe they're gonna be newscasters when they grow up," Nobara chirped, poking Saika's cheeks.
"Don't you think that's just because of Gojo-sensei's genes," Megumi deadpanned making the rest of you laugh except for a pouting Satoru.
"What was that supposed to mean? Did you know when Megumi was nine he used to wail about the—" Satoru hiccuped from Megumi's sharp as a guillotine's blade glare slicing through his direction effectively shutting up Satoru.
"How about I tell them the time you ran out the bathroom butt-naked? The shikigami-user glowered.
"Sensei... what were you doing?" Yuji looks at his teacher in pity and confusion.
"He probably forgot to close his phone with some nasty video still going on," Nobara snorted.
"Oi! I'm your teacher, mind the three of you!"
"Ew, Papa you're a big boy. You don't run out of the bathroom," Saika made a face and laughed at the expense of her father's whining.
Dinner was covered in your accommodation, but seeing the buffet-style dinner laden with various food and sweets, everyone is too hungry to pass up the opportunity.
"Should I cut your hamburger steak Saika-chan?" Yuji offered the little girl sitting beside him.
"Yes please," she beamed while you watch her hand sneak onto her brother's plate with fried potato sticks.
Satoru also saw this but Kouki was too busy watching the chocolate fountain on the buffet table.
"Kikufuku, bite that hand." Satoru whispered to his son's ear and pointed with his lips to the sneaky hand of his daughter. "Just don't bite with your teeth, go, go!" Satoru giddily urged and Kouki also nod with mischievous grins on their lips. Saika was busy talking to Yuji who also talk about the meatballs he makes for the hotpot.
Megumi and Nobara's eyes widened and glared at their teacher who was about to fall off his chair, holding his laughter. Kouki sinks his teeth into the white arm.
"Papa also makes burger steak but they taste awf—nyaaa!" The little girl squeaked and harshly turn around, her long hair slapped Kouki's face, wiping off the smug grin on her brother's face.
"Stop playing around and eat," you withhold the urge to laugh and waved your kids to eat properly.
Saika shot her brother an accusing look while Kouki nonchalantly eats.
After dinner, the seven of you went up the deck.
"Papa, hold," Saika grab Satoru's hand, pulling his father to crouch down and shield her from the strong gust of night winds. "I'm cold," she complained.
Satoru abided, letting your hand go and fix his daughter's hoodie, holding her small body in his arms, and stood up to catch up to you and Kouki.
"What do you wanna do when we get in Sapporo, Cat?" The dark sea looks too ominous for his toddler that Satoru didn't get anywhere close to the railing and stayed somewhere in the center of the wide deck. Contenting himself with watching his students playing around with his son while you watch over them.
"I'm gonna go skiing!"
"It's June, there's no more snow." Satoru felt a little bad when Saika's shoulder deflated. "But we can go to gardens with pretty flowers. You like pretty flowers Cat?"
"Like!" Her moods immediately lifted and wiggled out of Satoru's hold. Seems like seasickness doesn't affect his children seeing that Kouki and Saika are playing tag until they drop. Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi held back from running too far and playing with the kids.
It was nine when the two kids finally exhausted their energy and are ready for bed. The teens also are tired and said their good night to you and Satoru.
"Papa, read a book please," Saika climbed into the bed, holding a book you packed for the trip.
"What book are we reading tonight? Kikufuku, c'mere it's a bedtime story." Satoru accepted the book and opened his arms for Saika to snuggle in with her unicorn plushie.
Kouki who was watching TV turn the remote off and giddily hop on the bed, finding his place under Satoru's arms.
The munchkins laid their head on their father's chest, attentively listening as Satoru began to spin the tale.
"Once upon a not so long time ago, in the nearby palace, there lived a lonely Duke... He has a very beautiful—"
"White hair," Kouki supplied. "Like Papa"
Satoru shrug and went along with Kouki's suggestion.
"One day he found a woman lying in the snow, he was astonished and curious about who the woman was. So the Duke took her in his strong arms and saw—"
"Mama, you saw Mama." Saika interrupted.
"—and saw Y/n who was asleep and wounded." The kids giggled and squirmed in Satoru's arms. Even Satoru can't help but smirk and bite his lips from the image that he imagines. "Duke Satoru then nurse Y/n in his palace and asked her to be his betrothed."
From the balcony, you chuckled at how many times this has happened. The kids have the knack for always changing the characters to you and their Papa.
Satoru altered his voice from a man to a woman in the story, even making faces that made the two kids giggle in delight and try to copy his exaggerated face. At this point, Satoru no longer read from the book but made up the story with the munchkins.
"To be continued," he closed the unused book and smiled at the sleeping faces of his kids. Kissing their forehead lightly. He thought he could never fall in love after you, but every day he's proven wrong whenever you and these two munchkins keep filing his life with a kaleidoscope of colors.
Until now he has to take a few minutes to fully digest that his little princess is three. It was like yesterday when he was still cradling his fragile little girl, promising her anything she needs and wants in the world. Then a few days ago, she already had her first errand all by herself. Picking up makeup and dressing all pretty with you. It's just that, her temper is a little (a lot) more feisty than Satoru thought.
His son is now seven, a smart and levelheaded kid with the occasional habit of getting stuck in uncanny places... Then, Satoru's not the one to complain when he's the culprit in teaching them how to sneak around. Kouki is like a finicky feline, sometimes Satoru sees his firstborn wearing this complicated fierce look on such a young face, but the moment the little boy sees you or Saika, his face softens and reveals the same fluffy and clingy mochi he is.
Satoru remembers being sassy as a kid, so he's not that surprised Kouki has the same attitude.
Like cats. He grinned proudly, brushing the long white locks his son and daughter inherited from him like photocopies. Lately, he keeps thinking, what would a kid with your hair and eyes look like?
"Papa..." Saika mumbled in her sleep, clutching her father's shirt in a small chubby fist.
"..." Kouki rubbed his face closer, inhaling his father's soothing scent, and fell deeper to sleep.
Day by day, Satoru finds himself and the meaning of peace formed and redefined by his kids. So much that it makes his heart ache to think that each passing day they're growing bigger and someday won't fit in his arms anymore...
His heart leaped and somersaulted at the idea of it.
A click snapped him out of his thoughts, shifting his attention to the open door of the balcony, you held your phone with a happy look on your face. You gaze at the well-taken candid picture and found it melting your heart. Satoru's soft tender eyes and the kids clinging to their father, you could never get tired of this sight.
"I'll tuck them, go take a bath." You nudge your husband to the bathroom and carefully move the two munchkins in the center and pull the covers to their chest.
Satoru took a bath while you were on the balcony, leaning on the railing of your suite, looking at the dark sea in serene silence.
"Hello there," from behind, strong arms hug your waist. Satoru hummed as he enclose you in his warm embrace and press a kiss on your temples.
Satoru planted his chin on your head in reply. The comfortable silence and occasional splash when the ship is hit by a huge wave.
"It feels like a long time since we get to laze on a night like this," he mumbled.
"It can't be helped." You turn around and threw your arms around his neck. This scene makes you remember a certain memory, years ago. Back when you were still young adults, in your first taste of a sweet and scary relationship.
"What if we get caught? Fuck Satoru hold me!" You clung tightly and buried your face in Satoru's neck. Right beside is the tip of Tokyo SkyTree, 2080 feet above the dear ground. Your boyfriend thinks this is just a normal stroll for a night out. He's abnormally crazy to think you'll be okay dangling up here.
Every gust of wind felt like it would sweep and pull you hundreds of meters from the ground. You cursed whoever or whatever it was that convinced you to say yes to Satoru's suggestion of an unforgettable date.
"It's okay," a warm and large hand rubs your back while the other is holding your waist. "Put your feet on top of mine, c'mon sweet cheeks." He mumbled in encouragement, a little sorry at how you tremble in fear. "Hey, I'm not letting you go, not a second 'kay?" In testament, he pulled you closer against him so that not even a sliver of air or thread could pass between the two of you.
"... J-just," your eyes slowly opened despite how you're feeling like you'll faint. "Don't you dare let go, ever!"
Satoru hummed affirmative and put your hands on his shoulder. A bit of him feels sorry for seeing you close to tears and at the same time, he wants to show you the spectacle he sees when alone by himself.
"This is what I often see Y/n." Satoru gently moves his feet to walk, feeling you tense up and clutch him tightly, knees trembling like a newborn foal. "The city at night looks like a jewelry box above here." He offered words of consolation in hopes you'll open your eyes.
Up here, Satoru's troubles cannot reach him. And maybe yours too... He observes your apprehensive face, peeking over his shoulder, still clutching him tightly. How he wishes you could trust that he wouldn't let anything happen to you. That he would dive first to catch you.
"Doesn't this feels familiar?" Satoru chuckled. "Remember that movie we watched last night?" That scene where the sorcerer held the lady in hand and they flew in the air. Since you're here, Satoru doesn't see any reason to pass up this opportunity.
Taking your hand in his, and the other holding your waist, Satoru's feet move while he hums a tune in low voice.
"I didn't know you were a fan of these cliche dances," you murmured breathily, pressing your forehead against his and letting him lead you on. Hope against hope that in 100 chances, nothing wrong will occur.
"I thought so too, but I can't let this night pass without dancing with you." Satoru smiled at your flushed cheeks, despite the night, your flustered face is reflected in his eyes.
"Sweet talker," you scoff making him laugh harder. "We're dancing but there's no music," you muttered, somehow a bit of your fright dissipating as Satoru keeps talking to you.
"Oh, wait for a second," Satoru let go of your hand and reach for his phone, putting on music and sliding it back into his pocket. "Told you this will work out." He took your hand and swayed you to the side and sing the song.
You didn't reply and pressed your ear above where his heart beats. Listening to the rumble in his chest. Perhaps, there's nothing to be afraid of even if you're up
"Hoshi no kazu hodo iru hito no naka de tatta hitori no sonzai... Itsumo butsukatte, kakurete naite kao mo mitakunai toki mo aru. Nanoni soredemo hanarenai no wa dare yori kimi ga itoshii kara..."
Among the millions of people out there, only you are in my heart... Sometimes we always fight, hide and cry and sometimes don't want to see each other's faces. Even so, I don't want to be apart from you, because I love you more than anyone...
Satoru feels so warm and firm. His movements do not contain any hesitance despite being suspended mid-air as he held you. It was a gentle sway, as much as he wants to dance with you, the last thing he wants is to hear you shriek like a banshee the moment he lets go of your waist.
"Still scared?" He whispered and smiled when you look up at him.
You shook your head and look at the jewelry box in the night Satoru spoke of. Your eyes darted from below where the city night lights are glittering like gems in a curtain of darkness then up above the sky is sprinkled by gazillions of stars with the moon's halo.
"Isn't it pretty? I knew you'd like it, you're always busy here and there that we can't go out like this at night." Satoru watched your enthralled face as he slowly slid your feet down of his and extend Infinity beneath your step.
"Says the guy who showed up a day after our supposed date," you snorted and the Satoru froze up.
"Hey! I brought you to Disneyland after that and—" Satoru started his litany.
You laughed and pat his shoulders.
"It's a joke, I knew why you were late."
Satoru's complicated thoughts melted away and his shoulders soften up. Pouting at your laughter that washed away the romantic atmosphere earlier. But... Satoru watches your smile and listens to your sweet laugh under the night sky and it dawns on him, your laughter sets his heart at ease.
And damn, he's so glad he took you up here.
"Y/n..."
"Hmmm?" You frowned when he look at you with a complex expression.
"Will you come with me up here, next time too?" He asked with awkward hesitance, scratching the back of his head.
It was an unexpected question that left you tongue-tied. To come up here is much more daunting than it sounds. Looking down, you can't even see the ground and... look down...?
"..." Your eyes widened at the sight of your feet standing above nothing. "S-Satoru!"
"You won't fall, I'd have to fall first before that happens," Satoru quickly catch your trembling arms and reassured you, letting your hands you and cupping your face to look at him. "Trust me."
Unknowingly, your hands loosen up, because maybe... Somewhere deep inside your heart trust him more than enough that even if something happens Satoru will catch you no matter what. Not just in the sense of falling from 2000 feet above the ground but from falling apart.
"O-okay," you exhaled.
Satoru flashed you a boyish grin and took your hand. Just in time, the music changed to a mellow one.
Throwing your arms around Satoru's neck, you bit your lips. Should anything fall, you know that it's not you. Not when Satoru's holding you. And for an instance, at this moment, you've never trusted someone in your life more than you trust Satoru to hold you.
"Well, aren't you going to dance with me?" You asked and look at his astonished face.
"O-oh! Yeah, dance, dance it is," he wiped off the surprise on his face and gingerly nodded.
Good heavens, Satoru feels like a middle schooler, getting all giddy and blushing the moment you said 'okay'. He never imagined getting permission like this would make his heart race like crazy.
His hands found the spaces of your waist, swaying you as gentle as he was earlier. Your cold hands prickle the back of his nape.
He took your palm and held it above to spin you and pull your back against his chest.
His face found the column of your neck as he held your hand around your waist, cocooning you from the cold winds and flushing out the lingering fear. His nose dangerously hovers the pulse of your neck, his broad chest and tight hold spread warmth to your veins, a satisfied sigh left your lips, leaning back to brush your nose at the back of his ear in silent thanks. Neither of you spoke, all except for the faint music from his phone, there's nothing else but the pounding of your hearts as you dance above the city night.
It reminds you of the musical box you bought a long time ago, whenever you gaze at the circling couple accompanied by a slow tune it enchanted you, just like how gentle and awed you feel right now. Spinning one more and back, your hands wrap around Satoru's neck with your foreheads connected, gazing at each other's eyes.
"I won't ever let you fall," he whispered. Was it for this night 2000 feet from the ground or for leaving you alone? Satoru cannot distinguish, but just as his words declare. He won't ever let you fall on your own. I will dive head first to catch you. This is an oath he swore to himself.
You smiled at the memory, and swayed to your right, remembering the familiar step of how your dance went.
Satoru laughed and his hands naturally find their spaces in your hips, dancing with you under the moonlight, the years never waned down the peacefulness you bring to his heart, moreover, it only burned brighter and warmer knowing that perhaps years ago somewhere deep in the recesses of his heart, a part of him yearned to have and to hold you as long as he can, and now he has you in his arms, and just a few steps away are the two more most important pieces of his life.
"Thank you."
"Hmmm?"
"For giving me our son and daughter," he murmured, kissing your forehead.
"It was a team effort, you did at least experience a hell of nine months and one year of child-rearing." You wiggled your brow. "It's hard but I would do it with you." You smiled.
"Yeah? Are you sure about that?"
"Of course!" You huffed.
"Then how about one more?"
"No thanks."
Satoru laughed and kissed your forehead. Sure he almost went bald from pulling his hair whenever the kids drive him crazy, but hey they're his kids, he would turn the world upside down for them, thankfully half of the genes were yours, or else he'll grow premature white hair in his already arctic white hair.
A gust of strong wind blew, fluttering your hair and making you shiver.
"Let's go inside," rubbing your shoulders Satoru kissed your temples and shut the door.
For some reason, the moon has always had this mystical power to draw out unspoken thoughts and Satoru is fortunate that it's you he talks with under the moonlight.
—GreyCaelum
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One Fin Wonder
Welcome to one fin wonder! This is the first chapter of this series!
content warning!: swearing? Mentions of blood, homeless child, reader is 14-15!
Okay..here we go!
Well then!- you didn't order a wake up call...literally..
"..y/n?" Oh its Sam! Wonder if we'll hang out today-
"I'm moving."
.
What?
Oh shit.
Holy shit no no no.
Sam was the only friend you could go to- THE ONLY PERSON YOU KNEW IF THIS BLOODY TOWN.
Whew..okay.,calm down..maybe it's a joke...Sam jokes alot so it has to be!
"Ahah..haha..hah.. g-good one Sam " you laughed, trying to make it seem like you weren't about to cry.
"What?..what do you mean 'good one's? nothing about this is good y/n!" "Okay! I'm sorry..I thought you were joking.."
Well shit.
"Okay..well?" "I- I'm sorry I have to pack." -beep!-
...
Well this isn't how you thought your summer would start.
Okay well! Time to go search for a job!!..again
You started walking towards the old lady who had always had you help with her cats, you were glad to help, but today was payday! Of 20 dollars but- you could get some food with that!
"Hello Candice! How are the kitties?" The old lady turned around to see you and smiled "oh hello lovey! Goodness you're getting tall heheh, we-well here's your 20 dollars dearie" she handed it to you and before you walked away "buy yourself something to eat sugar!"
"I will think you miss Candi-" and then you bumped into someone
"Shit sorry! My bad" you help the old man up and grab his weird looking cane..
"No no child forgive me, I was just looking at the kittens, you must be working here is that it?" He spoke with a harsh voice, refering to the old lady's shop.
"Oh no! Im just a helper, that's all"
"Helper?..yes..you will do good child"..ew.
"Yeah..aheh.. I gotta go sorry about the bump sir!" You speed walked away and could feel his eyes staring at you from afar.
You end up at some fish shop and see a help wanted poster in the window
"Nice!" You whisper to yourself as you walk in
"Hello there!" Said a woman from behind the counter on the right "be right with you"
You stand there and see all the little fishies swimming about
"Okay love what can i help you with?" "Oh I'm here for the help wanted?"
Her eyes lit up, must be hard working in a fish shop alone
"Oh yes! Thank you! We'll get right to it!" "I-- wait- I don't have to sign anything?"
"Well it's not that hard to take care of fish love, just feed em and watch them swim about their sad little lives!" Heh funny
After she showed you around, she said she was gonna close up shop for the day before-
"Hey uh excuse me?" Oh? First customer!
"Yeah uh do you have a goldfish with one fin?"..one fin? Any other gold fish and he wants one with one fin?...okay
"Uh sir? We have plenty more gold fish with two fins-" "no I need one with one fin!"..
"Sir, please calm down or we'll have to ask you to leave" "okay yeah uh...just give me a goldfish..and hurry, please."
You went to get the gold fish and hand it to the man "here you are sir, a gold fish with two fins! Take care!" He payed you
"Shit let's hope so." and just like that he was gone.
"Weirdo" said the woman
"Maybe he needs it for..something? Art?" You said
"Yeah..anyways darling here's your pay" she hands you a check for 50 dollars
"I- OH MY GOD!" You damn near yelled
She looks at you with confusion as you let out a nervous laugh
"Sorry..I just didn't expect this much holy cow!" "You've done well for you first day on the job!" She pats you on the shoulder
"Now let's go before some other weirdo comes for a blue puffer fish!"
Later that evening you had went to look for a place to settle, when you couldn't find you decind to cross the towns, you went into an alley way and hurried because you didn't want to die in there.
Qnd you came out safely until some random woman wondered up to you qnd asked for you hands, you thought she was gonna rob you so you politely declined, you started to walk way
When you felt her hands grab you and pull you into the alley way.. fucker.
She shoves you against the wall and roughly grabbed your hands
Suddenly, a man in a white suit and cape, came down from the ceiling, and tossed the woman across the alley way, his fists were bloody, and dripping
You sat there, terrified, holy shit, this was how you were gonna die, oh my god.
The man spoke "hey kid you okay?" He sounded familiar?
"Uh..yeah.. just winded I think I'll be okay" "okay, you got a place to stay? Anywhere to go?"..."no"...
"Okay then come with me". He grabbed you hand as gently as he could as he had the feeling they'd be sore tomorrow
He led you in front of a flat, you walked to the front and turned around "hey man thanks-"..he was gone.
After you went in to apply, you promised you'd have more money to pay off the rent
It was a big flat honestly
Just a bed which was fixed pretty good, and a fridge with a couple of food left, you threw out the expired stuff, and layer down
You began to charge your phone and set an alarm.
"7:00"
Okay.
This was your life now.
This is your home.
Can't believe this all happend in one day.
but.
What were you gonna do about it?
You worked at a fish shop
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Holy shit, omg YAY :D
just a big thanks to @80pairsofcrocs for the name, and the courage, they're honestly the best person I've met on this app, and I gotta say, I really do love you guys, it may not seem like much here but thank you, seriously <3
#moonknight x reader#moonknight x teen!reader#marc spector x teen!reader#jake lockley x teen!reader#steven grant x teen!reader
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perhapssss…. some charles nsfw to go along with the sfw hcs you did?
I can 100% do this I am so in love with Charles AHSHDH I don't know how good it will be though but I got so excited when I saw your ask becuase Charles is my favorite rdr2 character with Javier and Arthur following closely anyways I'm ranting and running on iced coffee
NSFW Charles Smith Headcannons! (Gender neutral)
Is it just me or is genuinely gn stuff hard to find in this fandom? Anyways it wasn't specified otherwise so this post is gn!! :)
He just
Is so gentle with you
He does NOT want to hurt his s/o
Even with consent- I don't see him being into that at all
He just wants to take care of his s/o
Also wants to be taken care of sometimes too
His moans are low, and he moans a LOT
He doesn't like doing it near/in camp
He likes a lot of privacy, so you guys can just enjoy it and not worry about others hearing/seeing
He likes making you look into his eyes when you finish
It just feels so intimate and he thinks you're so pretty/handsome
He can be so romantic at times
He is very good at being romantic
Lots of praise !!! Lots !!!
He will always make sure you feel loved before and after and during
He also likes getting praised too
Always tells you how pretty/handsome you are becuase YOU ARE !!
He definitely likes hair pulling a little bit- he likes when you pull his hair (softly) and he likes pulling yours
Again he's very soft and gentle with you
If you ask him to be less gentle he will
He just wants to be careful
He is so loving and caring
Definitely a switch
HUSBAND!! MATERIAL !!
Anyways I hope these are okay! I can't think of much more but I can always do a pt. 2. I did not see the stray cat today, unfortunately. It's going to get to like 85°f (around 29-30°c?) today and I will be too warm. Over half the year it's snowy and windy so I don't like the summer. I am rambling again LMAO have a good day!
#rdr2 x reader#rdr2 fanfic#rdr2 fanfiction#rdr2 headcannons#charles smith x reader#charles x reader#charles smith
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Hello~~
How are you, Liyah? I haven't heard from you in a while and your tags are a bit concerning tbh, so I just wanted to check on you, see if you're good.
And send you all the luck and strength for whatever you're going through!!
Hang in there, warrior!! This too shall pass!!
All the love 💜💜💜
PS: Cat pics? Cat pics!
DANTE MY DARLING!! Helloo love, first of all KITTYYYYY OMG HELLO BB. How is the little darling?
I missed talking to you as well, I have been less active on tumblr ngl. I am doing well, with the occasional breakdown hehe. Some tags... late night thoughts, but dw I am doing okay! Even when I am not, it'll be okay. I did have a rough summer ngl... I am back to school today! Last year of my Bacholar's, fun fun. I have my Journalism elective (finally found the english word for it lol, we call it minor but that's like not great in any sentence lol). ANYWAY I am starting my thesis as well, which will be a fun one I hope. I have a theme down I think I hope, yeah I am early but I like being a good girl. AGAIN ANYWAY, how are you???? How's uni? How's life? Any fun people in your life since we last spoke? I am manifesting for a lot atm and it's doing it's thing I believe.
loveeeeeee you, take care of yourself and your kitty, you can do it my fellow warrior <3 <3 kisses
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Ooh ooh! For the prompt game, 31 and our boy Katsuki? Just that line already has my heart racing and if you give me more context oh my… but of course, only do this one if you want to!!
On another note I hope you’re having a fantastic summer and are taking good care of yourself!
A/N : Great minds think alike I see 👀 my summer has been rainy but good. Lookin ta be sun all next week so I'll be in the POOL
PROMPT : I think you're in love with me.
Large hot palms have you pinned to the cracked training mat. Keeping your thrashing movements to a minimum as he hooks his feet into the back of your knees, keeping all of his weight onto your pelvis.
Asshole.
What was with him anyway? Constantly choosing you as his partner. Constantly taking you to long and boring meetings making you write down each and every word, VERBATIM just for him to toss the paper with your tightly looped font into the can with a hiss. "Don't need em"
He was picking and singling you after your first year at this agency and he didn't once let up.
Especially not during training.
And especially not after the incident, of the close call you had brushing shoulders with Death.
As if getting electrocuted by the villain while you were holding up a falling building was your fault. When someone was meant to watch your flank.
But that was all under the bridge now, you were perfectly healed thanks to your secondary quirk that let you bounce back from almost anything.
Still you find yourself pinned under the brutish ash blonde who snarls more than he does frown. Glaring down at you with poison bromine eyes as his grip tightens on your wrists as they groan in protest. He leans closer to you, nose close to yours.
"Again." And with a roll of your eyes you indulge your boss once more.
Throwing a dirty sucker punch before he's ready, still his agile body moves with quickness as he dodges your mighty fist, only to catch it in his own. Pulling you quickly into his chest, so harshly that you bounce off of his hardened muscles before he pulls you back into his chest. Sharing mingled breath before a moment in time slows down, his free hand coming down to squeeze your hip with an intensity that matches his burning ember gaze.
It dawns on you then, when his eyes flicker to your parted, panting mouth for a fraction of a second, exactly what's going on here. This is explains it, explains the rumor of him staying in your hospital room after visiting hours were up. Explains how he your favorite lunch order shows up on your desk with his paper thin excuse that the place fucked his up at first. How your chap stick never runs out and just how your water bottle is always, always full.
As if it were some type of magic.
Although you didn't know him totally, you know Bakugou Katsuki well enough to see that he only did things like this to people he liked.
A devilish cat smile forms on your lips as if you were finally the big bad cat that caught the sad little mouse.
"I think you're in love with me." It comes out sanguine, eyes twinkling with mischief in the harsh lighting of the basement agency gym.
Confirmation comes in a deep blush that rushes up his thick throat and burns brightly at the tips of his ears, eyes widening. His mouth flounders open to retort but before he can you rear your head back.
Slamming your forehead into his causing him to loose his footing and falls on his ass onto the mat.
He props himself on his elbows as you've earned a nasty glare as you laugh loudly watching a giant bruise form on tender skin. Shocked to finally get down to the bottom of his hot and cold nature.
Before he can rise you straddle him, for once allowing yourself to feel him beneath you. Shoving his shoulders into the mat and leaning over his face closely.
Lips brushing his with the same cat smile on your face as you send a shiver down his spine with one spiced honeyed word.
"Again."
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Hi! Summer is absolutely killing me but I have great news and want some dorky ideas to consider so figured I'd send an ask! So it is almost my cats' third birthday! They had an extremely rough start and almost had to be put down the day they were born and were all very underweight and mama had been in terrible condition even before the drama of birthing (her almost dying was why they all almost had to be put down) but by some miracle... I now have four cats! Three are illegal and secret but it's okay they aren't my cats they're hers technically. And she is allowed here. Technically... So anyway we celebrate their birthday and then the next day mamas rebirthday since the day after "putting her down" I got the call that the vet wanted to do surgery for free and she bounced back... Scarily well. My little runt was meant to die anyway and mama should have been a lot worse than she was... They're tough little beasts! So now it's a couple of months before their birthdays and I need plans!!! They always get toys and cuddles and some kind of treat (usually baked which they don't usually like and last year's batch was actually nicer to me than them because they cooked too crunchy but they were cheese biscuit things I improvised last minute!)... But I've had a good year. It's been really hard but last year was actually good and I've made a lot of progress and I'm more stable than I have been in most of my life. And it's thanks to my girls. So... Dorkiest cat birthday ideas possible would be great! I'm also considering having mum take me back to the vet with a little goodie bag of snacks and mints and stuff and some pictures of my beasts to show off to say thanks again because I got three years so far with kittens who were meant to die on their birthday or if I hadn't found mama... Maybe a few days later at most because she wouldn't have made it either. They are so naughty and stinky and are evil geniuses who torment me constantly but now I have to get up to feed them which means I get up and eat too, when I had covid my least cuddly one spent the whole week pressed to my chest purring nonstop, if I get bad with food mama stomps on my bladder and screams in my face until I eat in front of her and apologize for not remembering that being alive and healthy means more than my weight. My little runt is a bully and needs so much love, and my awful little potato is a spiteful bitch... But cuddles almost every night and loves me more than anyone else even her mama and sisters. They deserve the most embarrassingly dorky birthday possible and while I suck at planning so it won't happen... I wanna add as much as I can remember to make it extra special this year. I'm considering trying to learn to sew with mum so we can make them toys with material they'd love too but mum is worse at planning than I am so it probably won't happen! But yeah this turned into an I love my cats rant oops but any ideas would be appreciated! Hope you're doing well and have a great day/night!
Congratulations to the kitties! If they are willing to humor you, I would consider buying them fancy outfits (and or/hats) and do the worlds most adorable photo shoot. Also you should totally write a song or a poem about how much you love them and why and learn it by heart. Or well, these are things I'd do beyond treats, toys and pats
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intro to my OCs just for background as I will be posting them
I have two WIPs, one solo and one with my best friend. The solo one is called Star for now and the one I'm collaborating on is currently nameless and I refer to it as 'the comic' which is incredibly specific and great for categorical tags (I'll probably just tag it with a sun emoji tbh).
Star takes place in a post apocalyptic world featuring two very queer very mentally struggling main characters who might kiss or might just cry a lot (follow me to find out!)
The comic takes place on a cool island summer camp with magic (if this reminds you of lumberjanes, that was the inspiration, I wanted to make a story about queer kids interacting with magic, sort of like escapism cause it's all positive and fun) and has a pretty diversely queer cast (I love them all deeply)
My OCs for star
Tristan- transmasc (he/him most likely), unlabeled queer in terms of romanticism, and probably asexual idk. Autistic coded imo. Really likes plants, pretty depressed. Strong believer that everything is bad and nothing good will ever happen and the world is over
Orion/Ori (or-ee)- transmasc, pretty chill about pronouns but generally prefers he and maybe they, as long as it isn't she he doesn't care. Achillean. In denial about everything and very optimistic. Pretty high energy and outgoing
My OCs for the comic (I swear we'll name it sometime) not exhaustive but this should be the ones I reference the most
Atlas- he/they, transmasc aroace, AuDHD, his main special interest is magic and magical beings and stuff like that. Knowledgeable and passionate about this to the point where he will correct adults who study magic if they're wrong. Also very into plants and plant identification and just nature stuff in general. Dude could write a handbook.
Alexander/Alex- he/him, brother figure for atlas. He's got a big sword and might be the reincarnation of king Arthur (he found the sword in a cool lake). Has no inclination to be the king of britain or whatever. Bi? Gay? Who knows. His love interest is a man
Lee - he/it/whatever honestly he doesn't care, devil (got some rad horns and shit, he can't fly) who likes to play at being a villain, pretty harmless and honestly just likes to fuck with people. Would wear a dress. Has worn a dress. Will wear a dress. Queer (he says that he's 'gay for every gender'). Gives his boyfriend (above) regular heart attacks (its. For his health. You know)
Athena - she/her probably, transfem and of questionable romantic orientation. Descended from a god, probably a minor god of summer or spring or something. She can set stuff on fire and glow and whatever. She's figuring it out. She also rarely puts on shoes
Angel - he/him but doesn't mind neutral pronouns, probably wont realize that neo or xenopronouns are referring to him though. He's the group counselor and generally just sort of tags along and watches to make sure they don't die. Has a lot of faith in them and encourages them to do stupid shit he thinks is funny. He does keep them safe but like. He lets them have fun. Polyam, bi with a very strong preference for men. Has rad wings (his name is incredibly on the nose)
Vince (he/him) and odyssey/essie/s(any but prefers masc words referring to them): angels boyfriends who don't actually show up much but I feel very strongly about them and I think they're all very cute together. Vince is the golden retriever, essie is the black cat, angel is the orange cat.
anyways if anyone actually read all that, that's rad!! I hope you like them. I will probably be posting a ton about them soon if you're interested!
Have a great day!
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the power's been out for a while. neighbors said they tried to put the light on and things burned out. I'm being careful so I don't try - I'm afraid my computer will burn too, and even if I have the money to replace it, I want to keep it safe, because I built it with my own hands, and parts are expensive - I'd rather use my money for other things.
My cellphone is at 37%, but I still choose to listen to music. The beer is cold, because I put it with ice in a bowl. it's almost completely dark outside, but the lights from other blocks still illuminate the sky for a bit. On my balcony, I can barely see my hands before me. The sound of a thunder is near. Maybe it will rain.
I was supposed to do a few things today, and I managed most of them. It still feels like a failure. It never feels like I used my day as I should. I feel like I can do nothing right these days, as Beach Fossils sing in their kinda sad songs. I don't wanna lie in bed yet.
The day before yesterday I felt I should kill myself. I took a bit more of what I was supposed to take of my sleeping pills early, to ease myself into sleep and let another day come by, hoping the next day it would be better. It was, in a way. I still felt nauseous, and I yet have to find out what's causing it. I've been eating well, drinking a lot of water. Not too much coffee. It still comes back, like a hangover that shouldn't be there.
I repeat to myself the mantra: if it's scary, do it scared. I couldn't work out today, for a reason or another. It's fine. I can do it tomorrow, if my nerves allow me to. I chant to myself: "it's pointless, it's pointless", but a voice, a very small voice tells me "it will help you sleep, and it's good for your body and your mind. I told my mom I'd go on a walk today, but I couldn't go through. My neighborhood is not nice, it's not pretty, so there's no motivation. I know I should get outside more, but it scares me.
Mom goes to work, and the night is mine. Most of the times, I just go to sleep without eating dinner. Maybe a cherry tomato, to ward off the hunger. I know it makes no sense, the beer will spoil it anyways.
My eldest cat is with me on the balcony. He might be looking at me, or looking out - I have no way of knowing, it's all so dark, and I don't dare to light my flashlight to him, it would be rude. So it's still a mystery.
Power should come at around 22.00 pm, but I'm still worried about my PC. I do wish it would come, because it's really hard to sleep without my fan on: the sound soothes me.
It's not summer yet, but it will be soon. This week I started working again at my company, and my boss told me to keep it easy the first day, but tomorrow I'm expected to go at the same pace as my coworkers. When I told him that by my psychiatrist orders I should work from home for the time being, he wasn't pleased. I know I shouldn't care, since I'm quitting this company in two months, but the sensitive part of me cares. I hate being singled out and disliked by others - I don't want to be loved either, just go by unnoticed. That suits me better.
I don't have a set plan for after I quit. It might be my downfall, with my self esteem issues. it will be hard to find a job because I don't trust myself.
Everyone around me tries to encourage me, but I feel like the look and behaviour of this coworker is spot on: you're useless, you're a nuisance, you should stop bothering me. And deep inside I feel she's right. And I'm so scared everyone will know, eventually. That the mask will come out and they'll see me for what I am.
I'm good at some things, but they're useless in the real world. I don't have luck with them in the internet world either - they go unnoticed, the only thing I wish was noticed.
The light is out still. 33% for now.
Mom is not here, but I doubt she'd be of much help. She sees me down, and she wishes to help me, but nobody but myself can. I can see her growing weary, taking care of her adult daughter, when she should be on her own, with a girlfriend, independent, stable. I know I tire her. There's so much she can offer me.
I tried dating, but I can't connect with anybody. I'm afraid I'll reveal something about me, and that they'll accept me anyways, but I wouldn't be able to go through it. It has happened before. I keep creating goals for me, so that when I reach them I'll be able to love someone back, but I keep failing them, either sabotaging myself, or simply not feeling anything. Sex means nothing to me. I've grown accustomed to being by myself and satisfying myself. I don't truly believe anyone would truly love someone as wretched, as cold, as unattached as me. And I don't mind it.
My friend falls in love so easily. I envy her. I envy many of my friends, and sometimes I refuse to see them because I don't want them to see what a wretched thing I've become. they still love me for some reason I still yet have to understand. Maybe they're blind. Maybe they hold to some hope I don't understand.
I'm going on a trip next month. It's a beautiful place, I've been there before. I'm a bit afraid I won't have a good time, even though forests calm me and frighten me at the same time. I went on a trip with these friends and I couldn't enjoy a little bit of it. I tried my best, but I couldn't. I cried a lot. when I came back, I had to take two days off from work. The last day, I committed myself to a mental health hospital because my desire of killing myself was too high.
after I went to the outside world, I kept crying. sometimes I cry too, these days. A little, or a lot.
I really hope things get better. I've never been on a depressive episode like this. They usually end after a month. This has been going on for many months. Most of the times I don't know what to do with myself. I try to keep to a routine, but the hours pass so slow....and the next day doesn't promise anything good; it's kinda like a lottery.
I don't want to keep living like this for the rest of my life. Nothing I try seems to work. Every day feels like forever, and the best time of the day is when I finally go to sleep. I don't like this one bit. but they keep telling me it's a process, I've gotta toughen up and endure it, it will be okay. But will it? It feels neverending. I have no motivation to draw, to embroider, to work out, to cook, to keep my body healthy. It means nothing. I do my best to endure it, but how long will my resolve stand up? I'm tired. It feels everyday that I shouldn't have been born, that it was all a mistake. I feel so lonely. A fuck won't fix me, a few likes on a piece I worked hard on means nothing.
I keep dreaming I will be saved. That I will go back to my times in highschool, where everything was painful but it still had a glimmer of hope. I drink my 4th beer and nothing feels better. It only serves as a reminder I can't exist in a world like a normal person. Like my friends are. They have it figured out, then why do I not? I'm old enough. I should. It hurts. And yet another day comes. I wish I could stay sleeping for the rest of my life. I'm too much of a coward to kill myself, I keep thinking about my family. About my cats. About some glimmer of hope that eventually will come.
I'm tired. So really tired.
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[ID: An image of A cat with its head poking through a hole in the middle of a piece of bread. The cat is surrounded by pink heart emojis, and their cheeks are edited so it looks like they're blushing. At the bottom of the image is written, "i LOAF you" /End ID.]
Mare!!! hello saturn absinthe mare i forget your other names ack !! :D just saying a little hi ily ! also sunflower :o here !! sunflower for you :D 🌻 dont forget to save the seeds when it starts wilting, yeah? you can plant again and also cook them! :D plus seed saving is super fun even if your fingers get all sticky, you just run a hand over the sunflower with slight force and they go pop ! and then you have sunflower seeds! :D
...i miss spring and summer. when will sunlight and warm weather return from the war.... pensive
anyways! you're cool! just wanted 2 say hi and because i am me, i 1) dont know how to start a conversation and 2) solve that issue by being overly affectionate in all of my interactions
love ya !! hope you are well!! :D 🌻
HI FRIEND SORRY U SENT THIS EARLIER BUT I AM JUST NOW REPLYING hiiii!!!! ily ily good to hear from u
ooh i didnt know that about sunflowers seeds, i dont know how much it takes to maintain them but i would love to have some someday. reminds me of an old friend :') <3
#nightmare.ask#nightmare.fave#i miss springe and summer too :( but its ok! we will get there Together hehe
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i was supposed to be there for the summer but it didn't work out </3
aaah yes! especially the street food at night!! you're making feel really homesick scsvshsl i miss all the cute stray cats even tho they usually wake me up with their cat fights
that's so damn frustrating. and yes, it usually takes a whole day if not more 🥲 the israeli gov sometimes cuts off our electricity there randomly and they did it on the day i had my online final exam scheduled with a live proctor and got a 0 💀 and my cousin's nikkah was that day. i've never cried so hard lmaaao. i had to email my professor an explanation later and he allowed me to reschedule it tho <3 do they make jalebis there bc i know damn well i won't stop eating them if i have the chance
tell me about it. where do they even find the audacity??
OMFBDJEL PLS THAT IS ME WITH 90% OF MY WORK. after posting my stories i never go back and read them or the urge to delete it will overpower me bc of the cringe
I REFRESED MY INBOX AND THIS SOMEHOW SHOWED UP ?? IDK WHEN YOU SENT IT BC IT DIDNT SHOW UP IN NOTIFICATIONS
all the street food is so so yummy, i absolutely love !!
here’s some pics !! i made the noodles at home but anyway-
hoshi is a very playful cat. she’s cute, fun and sometimes likes to bite. my cousin hates her tho and does everything in her power to kick her out. it pisses me off so much 😃
israeli govt are such bozos for that wtf. i’m so glad you got to retake that exam and i really hope you got a good mark ! you deserve it ;((
jalebis are so good omg. they make them fresh and crispy here and it’s so much better than buying them at the store in a pack
i just read my works again and again and fix all the grammar mistakes. it’s so fucking embarrassing 😞😞
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Day 9 : Scronch'love.
𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}
𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?
𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k
𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing
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“Have you been here for a long time?”
“Have you been here for a long time?”
“Have you been here for a long time?”
Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.
“Can you share your screen?”
“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.
“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”
“Oh, do you now?”
“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.
You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.
“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"
“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.
“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”
“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.
With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.
“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”
“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”
“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.
“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.
“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”
“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”
A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.
“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.
“So are you.”
Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.
“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”
Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.
“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.
“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.
“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”
Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.
“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.
“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”
"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.
Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.
“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.
“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”
“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.
“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”
He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”
“No thanks,” you grin.
“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”
“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.
He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.
Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”
“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.
Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."
"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.
Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.
"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."
"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."
"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...
"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.
"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.
"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"
"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"
"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."
"What?" Sapnap takes offense.
The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.
"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.
"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.
"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"
"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"
"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・
A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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part one | oblivion
oblivion [noun. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one]
pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader
summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.
wordcount: 3.9k
content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, noritoshi is kind of a dick but i promise it gets better so please don’t lose faith in him, we’re not strictly following the manga timeline bc while i am reading it, i do have a goldfish brain, lowercase intended
a/n: hello, here’s the first installment of my sanguine series! it’s the prequel of this drabble (nsfw) i wrote the other week while i was working on the outline of the fic. it’s a little slow burn because i wanted to spend some more time exploring their relationship and the groundwork for it, so yeah. i’ll try to update it regularly, but since i’ve only planned five parts for sanguine, it might take a while bc i want to take my time with it. if you want to stay updated with the series, i’ll post the masterlist to it shortly! i do hope you enjoy it though :) and stay safe, everybody! [tagging @sukirichi the sukuna to my yuuji, who just gets spammed when i start rambling about my aus but always screams with me (´• ω •`)]
masterlist - next
"y/n!" you look up to see miwa storming towards you, thrusting a book in your direction. "could you- could you please give this to noritoshi? i borrowed this book from him like a week ago and if i don't return this anytime soon, i think he's gonna kill me."
scowling at her, you look at the book in disdain. you wanted to avoid crossing paths with noritoshi as much as possible and miwa was well aware that you didn't like hi-
"please," miwa pleaded again, taking your hands and placing the book in it. "i'm really scared of him. he always looks like he's going to shoot me soon. even todo is pretty nice if you don't interrupt his takada-chan time!"
you sighed in annoyance, you just couldn't say no. ever since coming to the kyoto metropolitan curse tech, miwa and you had been pretty close because you strongly disliked the other students. most of them were arrogant and stuck-up, thinking they were better than the other; the two that belonged to the three clans were even worse. on your first day here you'd promptly gotten into a fight with mai, disliking how haughty she was and trying to prove everyone that she was better than them. much to your chagrin, the fight ended in a tie.
"fine, but you owe me some mango," miwa's face lit up in relief and she gave you a thumbs up before dashing to her room, most likely to escape noritoshi's wrath. you inspected the book. was it even worth returning it? maybe you could just throw it in the trash. if noritoshi ever found out, he'd kill miwa first and then you. you let out another sigh before making your way towards the training grounds. he most likely was outside to practice, either with one of the guys or alone. as you were nearing the training grounds, you could already hear the sound of arrows whistling and the dull thuds of them hitting the target. it was hard to spot him through all the trees; you weren't entirely sure where he was. your ears perked up when you heard him release another arrow until you realized that it was heading your way. this bastard. fortunately, you were able to slash the arrow clean in the middle, angrily pointing your sword in his direction. you still couldn't see him anywhere.
"you fucking idiot! you could've killed me," you snarled, stomping deeper into the forest. an amused laugh echoed through the trees.
"you're acting like i can't control my arrows. it's not my fault you let your guard down," noritoshi retorted smugly, lowering his bow as he saw you approaching. you were fuming, hurling the book at him. how dare he? you watched with satisfaction as it hit him square in the chest - who was caught off guard now, huh? he deserved it anyways.
"miwa asked me to return your book," you curtly explained and turned back around to leave but apparently, noritoshi had other plans. instead of saying anything else, he just followed you which unsettled you even more.
"stop following me."
"who said i was following you? i'm just going back to the dorms. i'm sorry you can't handle me being near you."
you whirled around, sword pointing dangerously close to his neck. he smirked at you triumphantly, it was just too easy to get a rouse out of you. "another word and i'll cut you, seriously. you're pissing me off," you gritted your teeth, hating that you always fell for his stupid games. he knew you all to well, what made you angry, what made you happy, what motivated you. once upon a time, you'd thought the same about him; until he changed so rapidly, so unlike your expectations. you were worlds apart and yet you'd reserved an ounce of hope that he wouldn't turn out to be as arrogant as the clan heads. swift as the wind, noritoshi grabbed your wrist, dragging it upwards and towards him until he could lean down to you. your heartbeat sped up - holy shit why was he so close to you - and you froze in shock.
"i'd like to see you try, princess," he whispered in your ear, the grip on your wrist tightening. "you wouldn't dare to."
the first time you met noritoshi, he was sitting outside in the garden with his mum. both seemed to have a good time. noritoshi's hair was tousled from the soft summer breeze and he had a soft smile on his face, happily munching away on the snacks that were displayed on the table. while he looked friendly enough, you were wary of meeting and talking to him because you felt kind of queasy around the kamo family. you couldn’t quite place a finger on the feeling, the older members of the family intimidating you to no end. much to your dismay, you felt like you had to be watchful - your parents worked for the kamo family, so naturally the apartment you lived in was close to the estate. you avoided any run ins with the adults, they weren’t exactly friendly to you. noritoshi’s mum had befriended your mum and they spent a lot of time together when possible. and yet you’d never met noritoshi before, seeing how busy he was with his various classes.
the fit that you threw, not wanting to tag along with your mum, was long forgotten when you’d spotted the jar of cookies on the table. before your mum could react, you pulled your hand away from hers and quickly ran towards it. “hello miss!” you greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining at the sight of the sweets. “my name is y/n! i’m here with my mum and i uhm… could i have some of the cookies? please?” when your mum finally caught up to you, she scolded you quietly and greeted the other two, taking a seat beside noritoshi’s mum. you pouted, immediately climbing on her lap as you refused to sit next to the boy. his mum handed you a cookie which you happily took and thanked her politely. noritoshi was curiously eyeing you; it wasn’t often that he saw other children around his age and he didn’t have any friends to play with. his everyday life revolved around reading books, studying, taking archery classes and sometimes spending time with his mum. noritoshi barely even knew what fun was - he’d only ever felt at peace when he was around his mum.
“y/n, sweetie, why don’t you go and play with noritoshi?” your mum prompted but you immediately shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. she simply laughed and shook her head, brushing your hair back softly. “come on, noritoshi is really nice. you can be his friend one day, right? didn’t i tell you that friends are important?”
you frowned. then huffed. when she worded it like this, there was no way you could refuse. the cartoon that you religiously watched featured a group of friends that went on adventures and helped each other out. you’d told your mum that you wanted to be like that too! begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and trudged towards noritoshi who looked at you with big eyes. you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it. “my name is y/n. uhm… nice to meet you,” you shyly whispered, eyes darting away from him.
it took a while until noritoshi reacted, shaking your hand gently and answering: “hello y/n, i’m noritoshi.”
much to your surprise, noritoshi was actually fun to be around with. he showed you his collection of books, the bow that he was practicing with and you often played the card game you’d received for your birthday together. he was smart and witty, often explaining you things that he’d read in a book but he was also attentive when he listened to you ramble about the other kids in school or when you told him about the cartoon that you were watching. for you, noritoshi was becoming your best friend - for noritoshi, you were his first friend. he cherished you and how unabashedly true to yourself you were. spending time with you was something he looked forward to; you always made him laugh and you didn’t care whether he lived up to the kamo family name or not. to you, he was simply noritoshi. you were like a fresh breeze of air in his life.
noritoshi didn't quite understand why the elders were always so hard on him, so strict and unrelenting. they expected only the best results from him and didn't show any understanding when he exhausted. he didn't enjoy practice anymore, the lessons becoming a chore and burden on his mind. but whenever he saw your face light up at his newly acquired skills, he thought it was worth the trouble. you came to visit him everyday after school, never skipping a day. sometimes he questioned why you weren't visiting your friends from school but you shook your head, poking his chest indignantly. "you're my best friend, 'toshi. of course i'd want to spend more time with you." noritoshi was glad you always chose him, without fail.
even though your parents had always warned you to be careful around noritoshi because his family was strict and didn't like outside influences distracting the heir, you never really strayed from his side. noritoshi didn't have any other friends, who would keep him company or listen to his troubles then? you didn't understand why your parents were suddenly going back on their word. they'd always told you that family and friends were important. you couldn't pinpoint your feelings for him - but your parents saw it. it was obvious; the stars in your eyes when you looked at him, the slight blush on your cheeks when he complimented you and how happy you were when you got to spend time with him. the more time you spent with him, the more they were worried for you.
"'toshi!" you yelled in excitement as you ran towards him, waving wildly. he dropped his bow and turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips as he opened his arms to hug you. you squeezed him tightly. two weeks you hadn't seen him due to a school trip after which you got sick and weren't able to leave the house. you'd missed him a lot and you were excited to show him the souvenirs you brought him.
"look, i bought you an omamori!" you handed him the small object, then pointing on your bag to show him the one you'd bought for yourself. "i got myself a matching one too! my teacher said it wards off evil spirits and brings you luck." noritoshi's smile was bright, so bright. he was happy you thought of him and were always kind to him. your eyes widened as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before thanking you. the two of you were blushing, neither saying a word but not minding what had just happened.
the day noritoshi's mother left the estate was the day you were slowly starting to lose him. noritoshi grew more forlorn and didn't seem to easily find joy in anything anymore. the departure left a deep, deep gap in his heart. it had shocked him deep to the core when she left him. him. why couldn't she stay? why did she leave him when she was the only person who protected him, loved him? she did say that she was hindering his growth but who was she to decide that? he didn't want to become stronger, didn't want to protect other people like she'd told him to. he wanted to stay with her. "'toshi? 'toshi!" a concerned voice broke through his trance, pulling him back into reality. "i asked you a question! you weren't even listening to me."
you were pouting at him, tugging at his sleeve impatiently. noritoshi apologized, patting your head to soothe your temper. "what do you want to do in the future? mum said it's important to work towards your dreams!" you asked him curiously, grasping his hand to hold it. the gesture filled him with indescribable warmth, drawing him in like a moth to the flames. "my mum said i have a special power, i can heal people! i want to become a doctor in the future, so i can help everyone that got hurt," you explained to him so earnestly that he felt bad for the lie he was about to tell. noritoshi didn't have big dreams or ambitions just yet. he didn't even know what would be suitable to him - he was strictly following orders, never allowed to think for himself.
but when he looked at you, he only had one wish. "i think… i think i want to help people, protect them. especially those that i love."
with each year passing, you noticed that noritoshi was putting more and more distance between the two of you. at first you'd brushed it off as the stress of his training and number of classes he was attending. but as you spent less and less time together, the weight of the situation didn’t escape you. he was easily irritable, cold and arrogant, often rude towards employees of the kamo estate. every now and then when you’d scold him for being an asshole, he’d simply scoff at you and haughtily ask you how it was any of your business. you sighed, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about how much noritoshi had changed. it kept you up at night, just thinking about how he wasn’t your ‘toshi anymore. you didn’t know this person. ‘toshi was always gentle and kind, he tended to overthink many things and sometimes he was a little bit of a crybaby but you still loved him regardless. you sneaked out of your room, finally mustering up enough courage to ask your mother for advice. the thought of her discovering your blooming crush on noritoshi was scaring you. your parents were wary around the kamos despite working from them - even more so ever since noritoshi’s mother left and the elders had free reign over her son.
“noritoshi! noritoshi, stop walking away from me! hey, i’m talking to you!” you yelled frustrated as you were trying to keep up with him. noritoshi was crossing the garden in long strides, it was nearly impossible to stop him as you couldn’t catch up to him. you lunged forward, getting hold of his sleeve and tugged him back harshly. noritoshi yanked his arm out of your grip, glaring at you annoyed.
“what do you want from me? i have better things to do than to quibble with you,” he hissed irritated. you couldn’t believe him, he had the nerve to dismiss you like this when he was in the wrong?
“you know exactly what i want from you! you can’t just go around and talk to people like you did before just because they’re not from a reputable family! noritoshi, you’re not any better than them just because your last name is kamo.”
as much as noritoshi scared you, you stood your ground. you knew he didn’t take you serious, not with the amused look he gave you. in the past month or two, noritoshi was suddenly hit by a growth spurt - you barely reached his shoulder now and he took advantage of that to mock you, often treating you like an armrest. he pat your head condescendingly, pouting at you in fake regret. “aw, did i hurt your feelings? did i make itty bitty little y/n sad?” he mocked you, before abruptly grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “i don’t care what you think of me, cry all you want. i strongly suggest you hold that sharp tongue of yours if you know what’s good. know your place.”
tears filled your eyes; noritoshi had never talked to you this way. what has gotten into him? your heart broke in pieces, unable to take the pain any longer. you were no longer his equal but below him, much like everyone else.
“mum?” you cautiously knocked at the door of her study, waiting for her response. your mother was most likely still awake and dealing with paperwork like she usually did. upon hearing the affirmative noise she made, you flitted inside, closing the door behind you so your father didn’t catch any wind of this. it was already embarrassing enough and you were sure your mother could offer you better advice. you gingerly took a seat on the armchair, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to your body. how were you going to approach this? hey mum, i have a crush on noritoshi and he’s weird to me now and i don’t know why? uh yeah mum, i caught feelings for the guy you warned me about and now i look like a fool crawling up to you like this?
“it’s about noritoshi, isn’t it?” your mother interrupted your stream of thought, spinning her swivel chair towards you.
“huh? oh no it isn’t, why would it be? i have-”
“y/n.”
“ugh okay fine, maybe it is about him,” you sighed defeated, of course she would look right through you. she always seemed to know what you were thinking, even when you hadn’t confided in her before. “but promise me you won’t judge me!” the look in your mother’s eyes told you that she was going to judge you regardless but you knew she meant well - she simply wanted the best for you.
“i- i just don’t understand why he’s been such a pain in the ass lately. and he’s been treating everyone like dirt too, including me! mum, he’s becoming someone else and i… i don’t know what to do,” you sniffled inconsolably, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. she wasn’t supposed to see you getting emotional. “he’s always busy and when we do get to see each other, he doesn’t want to spend time with me. what if he doesn’t like me anymore? and i don’t like how he’s treating you! it’s the same issue with the elders, they don’t know any human decency at all!”
your mother motioned you to scoot over a little and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around you and patting your back to console you. while she meant well, it accomplished the opposite - you broke down in tears, unable to stop your sobs. “i just want my ‘toshi back,” you whimpered upset, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound of you crying. “i know you didn’t like that i became good friends with him but i couldn’t help it and i just really like him and- you weren’t supposed to find that out.”
“sweetheart, i know you love noritoshi,” she handed you a tissue. “you let a lot more on than you were aware of; dad and me always knew you were in love with him.” as if on cue, your sobbing stopped and you just looked at her in disbelief. she knew. she knew. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “i think it was always pretty obvious, to be honest. you always looked at him as if he was your entire world and no matter what happened, you were always by his side. i know it’s hard to accept when a dear friend is changing but sometimes you just have to, right? both of you are still growing, there’s no way of telling how your personalities change.”
“but i don’t want him to change like this,” you protested stubbornly, glaring at her. she was talking about it as if it was a matter of simply discarding a bad apple in the trash. it wasn’t easy and it made you anxious. you grew up together, shared secrets and memories. he was the person you’d always looked up to.
“y/n.” your mother sounded stern but you didn’t back down, not yet. “is it really worth it? if a person is changing so rapidly and you’re not getting through to them, you’ll have to let it go. there’s only so much you can do. people grow apart sometimes, it’s only natural. you have to let go of them, temporarily, so you both can heal and grow. y/n, i know you’re being stubborn about this but you’ll have to let him figure things out on his own. fate has curious ways to bring people back together.”
when the time came, noritoshi left to attend the kyoto metropolitan curse tech school without telling you a word. you were disappointed, apparently you weren’t worth saying goodbye to. whatever his reason was, it must’ve been pretty important. important enough to forget the promise that you’d always stay in contact. you wondered whether he'd change again, for the better maybe? maybe you would reconcile when you could finally attend the school as well and train together. you were excited to show him your sword skills, having received your family's heirloom, an elegant steel blue sword. though your skills probably weren’t up to par with the other students, you still wanted to show them off, show him what you’d learned in the year that you spent apart.
noritoshi had changed but not for the better. holy shit, did he get on your nerves. the first time he'd practiced with you, you realized that he had mutated into an insufferable know-it-all. he would give you backhanded compliments or make snide remarks about your posture, how you were supposed to hold your sword, how inefficient your fighting style was. sometimes you wished you could just beat him for once and have him shut up. there was no denying though, noritoshi was way too strong and you had a long way to go. judging from the reactions of the others, barely anyone had beat him either.
and just like that, your feelings for him were buried. you’d taken your mother’s advice to heart, keeping conversations and interactions with him to a minimum but somehow noritoshi always found his way to you. he was everywhere and a quarrel was inevitable. noritoshi got under your skin and he knew how to push your buttons. why he chose to pick on you was beyond your comprehension; he didn’t pay much attention to the other students nor was he particularly liked by them. just how much was he going to get on everyone else’s nerves? out of all the second years, todo aoi was the most amicable; you had the (dis)pleasure to run into him on your first day and for some reason, he took a liking to you. while he was loud and boisterous, mostly doing whatever he wanted, you couldn’t deny that he was a good friend. even though he didn’t care about anyone as much as he cared about takada-chan. at one point, he’d looked at you in sympathy when he caught you staring at noritoshi, patting your shoulder (too forceful): “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”
you still didn’t know what he meant by that.
ps.: todo knows and he’s kinda judging you for your taste in men
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"Bad together"
Prologue: Benjamin Reilly
Peter Parker x Reader
General audiences
Warnings: none.
"And if I'm dead to you
Why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed"
My tears ricochet - Taylor Swift
"... It's a disaster! Look at her! It's like someone took a look at Black Cat, selected everything that made her sexy and then took it out!"
Black Cat. The name froze the young photographer on his tracks right outside his boss' office. He hadn't heard that name in a long time, the last sighting had been well over a year ago. He would know. After all, it had been him, the very last person to have seen Felicia Hardy, alive or dead.
"What are you talking about? That looks hot af, not to mention badass!" Jade's persuasive voice reached his ears, making him smirk: It was no secret the chief editor had a soft spot for the young intern. And, on her part, the petite brunette was a firecracker. Poor old Jameson didn't stand a chance. "Come on, dad. Single handedly taking down three of the Kingpin's goons? That's impressive. It deserves to be one of the slides!"
"Not if we don't get a higher quality picture. That blurry video is good enough for a thumbnail, but not for a slide" Slides were a big deal, they were the Dailybugle.net's equivalent of a front page, and if J. Jonah Jameson took something seriously, it was his web site. He prided himself in the quality of the "receipts" of his "tea", as if that validated the trashiness of the bullshit articles he posted, more fiction from hyper imaginative wannabe writers than serious work from real reporters.
"Well, then let's get the pictures. Where is that star photographer of yours?"
The photographer rolled his eyes, typical Jade. As if the queen of cool didn't know his name. As if she hadn't graced his bed a handful of times already.
"That's a good question. Dolores, get me Reilly!"
"I'm here, Jonah" Ben finally stepped inside the office, throwing an envelope on Jameson's desk before throwing himself on a chair across it. He could feel Jade's eyes on him, almost like a physical caress, trailing from the long, slick back curls on the top of his head, to the muscles of his arms, threatening to rip open the seams at the sleeves of his white t-shirt, to his jean clad thighs. Still, he didn't turn to look at her, refusing to give her the satisfaction.
"What do you have for me today, boy?"
Ben gesticulated vaguely with his head in the direction of Jade, and Jameson caught the hint.
"Jade, out!"
"But, dad, my story!" The petulant reply left her mouth before she could stop it, undoubtedly the product of years of habit. But she had the grace to look embarrassed and leave the office without another word, trying to save whatever professionalism she had left.
Once she was gone, Jameson opened the envelope, flipping through the various pictures of a masked figure swinging around New York in a black and red suit.
"Hmmm… these are good" the older man praised, staring at the images of a frustrated robbery at 5th avenue
Ben snifled nocomitically,
"There was a fire at 16th avenue happening at the same time" He offered, "we could use that. Spider-Man forgets his roots and leaves his old neighborhood to fend for itself, running off to save some pretty socialite…"
"Oh, that is excellent! See, this is why I like you, kid. You have initiative. Unlike these snowflakes out there. Oh, but Spider-Man is a hero. Hero, my ass"
"Well, when you watch your so called hero sit back and do nothing as your life gets destroyed" Ben shrugged, "the rose colored glasses tend to fall off…"
Jameson made a face at that,
"Yeah, about that… I'm sorry. For the role the Daily Bugle played on that…"
Ben shook his head,
"You thought you were getting the truth out there. It's not your fault to have been played, along with half the world. Plus," he added, sounding genuinely enthusiastic, "you gave me this job. And now we can really tell the truth"
"Even when our idea of the truth is somehow different" The older man scoffed, flipping around a picture of Spider-Man sat on what appeared to be a hammock of his own webs, eating a hamburger and reading something that looked suspiciously like a comic book, "Still hung up on that high schooler theory of yours?"
"Well, if it talks like a brat and acts like a brat…" Ben took out another envelope, this time containing a few burger king wrappers and, effectively, a spider-man comic book.
"Where did you even get these?"
"Harlem" was Ben's curt reply, and Jameson knew that was as exact a location as he was going to get.
"So you still believe this is a copycat? Some kid playing dress up"
Ben simply shrugged again.
"Well, there seems to be an epidemic of those lately" Jameson admitted, indicating Ben to come closer, passing a tablet to him, "Jade just handled me this, take a look"
Ben took a deep breath, steeling himself, already knowing what he was going to see in it. Yet, a part of him couldn't help but hope to be wrong. To hope the silver haired figure facing three much bigger, stronger looking ones as he pressed play, wasn't the same one he had spent weeks memorizing last summer. Wasn't the body he had found solace in, when everything fell apart, once again, for the hundredth time in his life.
To hope it wasn't you.
But when in his twenty-two or so years of existence, had things ever gone his way?
Ben felt the screen crack under his fingertips.
"I've heard of her" he lied through his teeth, "didn't even think she was real, to be honest. Extremely elusive, and cunning." That much was true, "I don't understand how something as mundane as a security camera managed to catch her…"
Unless you wanted to be caught, that was.
"Well, I don't care if she's the fucking Loch Ness monster, I want an HD picture of her on my desk tomorrow to go with Jade's article. I already have a headline: New Catastrophe Jen wreaks havoc on Hell's Kitchen" Jameson's eyes lit up with glee as he weaved his hands up in the air, like writing on an invisible marquee.
Ben snorted
"Don't you mean Calamity Jane?"
Jameson's face fell, the color rising to his cheeks, characteristic vein popping on his forehead.
"I meant what I meant, boy! Now, what are you still doing here? You have 24 hours to get me that picture"
"I'm going to need 72," came Ben's unphased reply, "and I want twice what you pay me for the spidey pics"
Jameson's vein looked about ready to explode,
"48 hours. And deal."
Ben jumped from his seat and bolted out of the office before his boss could change his mind, not realizing until it was too late that he was on a collision course with a sweet looking short haired blonde girl.
"Watch where you're going! Jeez!"
"Me? You're the one who crashed against me!"
Ben rolled his eyes, but crouched next to the girl anyway, helping her gather the papers that had been sent flying on impact back together.
"Peter? Oh my god, is that you?"
Of course. What an idiot, he should had recognized that annoying, shrilly voice the second he heard it. It had caught him off guard, something he knew he couldn't afford. But how could he had ever imagine he could run into Betty fucking Brant, Yale cum laude, in the freaking dailybugle.net headquarters of all places?
"Sorry, sweetheart. You must confuse me with someone else…" He mumbled, lowering his head even more in a vain attempt to hide his face.
"Of course not!" She insisted, "You're Peter, Peter Parker, we went to Midtown together!"
"Miss, I have no idea what you're talking about…"
"Don't be silly, Peter!" She chuckled, completely deft to his tone or the way his whole demeanor had changed the second she had called him by the old name. "How have you been? Oh, just wait until I tell Ned, he's going to be so-"
CRACK.
At last, the tablet that had been in peril ever since Jameson had put it in Ben's hands, the one that contained his assignment, met its demise, both broken halves falling to the ground, along with all the papers he had picked up for Betty. It was several moments before he could get the shaking of his hands under control, before the tar black rage inside him subsided enough for him to be able to move without shifting. But it had.
"Peter Parker is dead." He deadpanned, dark brown eyes finally meeting Betty's stunned blue ones, "Tell Ned that, he'll probably be glad to hear it"
With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving a confused and agitated Betty behind.
To be continued...
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#tom holland#peter parker imagine#tom holland x reader#tom holland imagine#peter parker x reader smut#tom holland x reader smut#dark!peter parker#dark peter parker#venom#venom!peter parker#marvel#black cat#felicia hardy#bad together#arvin russell
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💫 for that ask deal. Coldwest or whoever you're feeling I guess!
It took a wild heart to tame mine
And it took a wild heart to charm
Now a wild heart’s gone and floored me…
Who wants a love that makes sense anyway?
- ‘Wild Heart’, Mumford & Sons
Complicated Feelings
(Ficlet - Iris West/Leonard Snart)
Joe: Anger
“That man is a murderer!” her dad yells.
It’s almost funny that he still thinks he can frighten Iris away from the guys he disapproves of, as if it’s any of his business. It’s the most irritating version of ‘scared straight’ Iris ever heard of. The fact that she has a bad habit of being attracted to guys her father has personally arrested, is neither here nor there. And it didn’t even help when Iris dated his partner, so it’s pretty clear no guy is ever going to be good enough for Joe West’s (twenty-eight-year-old) little girl.
Still, this is a fairly extreme reaction, even for her dad. He’s currently standing in the West family living room, his face screwed up in such rage that Iris is a little concerned he’s about to burst a vital blood vessel.
Iris rolls her eyes.
This is apparently a mistake; her dad just gets louder. “Are you even taking this seriously, Iris? I’ve personally arrested that guy! Twice! In two different decades!” He shakes a disapproving head. “You wanna come with me down to the station right now? I’ll show you his damn record. Then you can decide if that’s the kind of man you wanna date.”
On the sofa, Iris folds one leg over the other. When she speaks, she tries hard not to match her dad’s volume. Getting quieter is an old trick, that sometimes calms him down a bit. “I know what’s in his record, Dad.”
“How?” her dad demands. He loses a couple of decibels of volume in his curious tone, which is a good sign.
Iris makes a really good attempt not to look smug. She probably fails. “He showed me.”
“He WHAT?”
Iris rubs her ears pointedly, and shrugs. “He helped me break into the CCPD archive building one night. I needed to look at some Santini records for a story I’m working on.” She gives Joe an innocent smile. “Don’t worry, Dad - it was just the archives. I’d never break into the main precinct. I’m not that dumb, and Leonard sure as hell isn’t.”
When her dad rubs a hand down his face and slumps into the seat next to her, Iris knows she’s won. Joe sighs. “Okay. We’ll come back to you breaking and entering right into police property in a minute.”
“Sure, Dad,” she says cheerfully.
He turns his head to look at her. The anger has drained away, leaving real fear in its place. There you are. Iris can deal with worry. As long as her dad is honest about his motivations, she can handle him. “Baby girl, are you really sure about this?” Her dad takes her hand. “I know, I know - you’re a grown-up…”
Progress. Iris nods. “I am, and I can make my own decisions about who I spend my time with.”
She carefully avoids the word date, just as she has for the past five weeks.
“Even terrible damn decisions like Leonard Snart,” her dad mutters.
Iris raises an eyebrow.
Joe sighs in defeat. “I’m just scared for you, baby girl.”
Her poor dad. He keeps trying to keep her out of danger, and it’s a losing battle. Iris squeezes his hand, almost sympathetic. “I know. I promise I’ll be careful, okay? Besides.” She aims a warm smile at him. “It’s not serious. This thing’ll probably be done in a week or two. So you don’t have to worry, okay?”
Lifting Iris’s hand to his lips to kiss it, her dad nods. “So that’s two of you with a thing for criminals,” he mutters.
Iris doesn’t know what that comment is about, and she doesn’t ask. She’s almost glad when the conversation moves on from Leonard Snart. Even if it does turn to Iris’s criminal behaviour, and whether her dad is obliged to report her. Iris has to fight a smile for the whole of his lecture, knowing there’s no way he’s turning her in. When your daughter is the light of your life, ‘scared straight’ will only ever be an act.
Barry: Concern
In the middle of the Cortex, her best friend worries at his lip. “You know he’s a killer, right?”
That really is everyone’s excuse for keeping her from seeing Leonard, isn’t it? Iris folds her arms. “No, Barr. I’d managed to miss that fact entirely. Thanks so much for pointing it out.” She pulls back on the sharp tone when he gives her a look. “And he hasn’t hurt anyone in a long time. Not since that deal of yours. You know, the one that had you saying you could see the good in him? It’s almost like you were trying to reform him.” She shoots him a smug grin.
Barry chuckles, glancing away to the Flash suit - and something strange crosses his face. It would be almost imperceptible to anyone else. But Iris is not just anyone.
Oh.
“Barr,” she asks, stepping carefully around from behind the desk, “you’re not jealous, are you?”
Barry looks back at her with a smile that, if she doesn’t look too closely, is hardly tinged with sadness at all. “Why would I be jealous? I hate to break it to you, Iris, but I got over you a while ago.”
Iris she doesn’t mention the alternative option. If Barry isn’t going to acknowledge the obvious, it’s best if she doesn’t.
But when she thinks he’s not looking, Iris gazes at him. He’s staring at the Flash suit again, his eyes so sad it’s going to break her heart. How long has the poor boy been in love with Leonard Snart?
It seems to take Barry a minute to make it back to the here and now. “I’m just a little concerned, that’s all.” He lays a friendly hand on her arm. “You’ll stay safe, won’t you, Iris?”
Iris matches Barry’s too-cheerful smile, like fake flowers in summer, with one of her own. “Of course I will. Don’t worry, Barr.” She turns away to the door.
When she reaches it, she spins on her heel to get another glimpse of him. Barry is back to staring into empty space with empty eyes. Iris knows he won’t want her pity, but she can give him something. “I’m just having fun, okay?”
He glances back at her. “Are you?” he asks, a little too softly.
Iris tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Of course I am. Did you really think Leonard Snart would want things to get serious?”
She walks away without looking back. Best not to give Barry a chance to call her bluff.
Leonard: Love
“I hope you’re aware that all my friends and family have very complicated feelings about you.” Iris drops her weekend bag on the hotel room bed, winking at Leonard.
The man himself is stretched out on the bed like a big, lithe cat. One leg folded over the other; hands linked behind his head. It’s just the sort of cocky, lazy pose that’s designed to get Iris hot. She’s not going to tell him it’s working already. “Is that right?” he purrs. He pats the bed next to him.
Iris jumps on greedily, falling into his arms. His kiss is warm and inviting, a delightful welcome-home even in the bleakly familiar mid-budget hotel surroundings, with all the identical fixtures and fittings as every other hotel they’ve stayed in, every weekend for the past five weeks. “Mmm,” she murmurs against his lips - so soft and gentle it surprised her, when they first started this little fling. So far from what she’d expected. But by now she’s learned that Leonard Snart always defies expectations. “I’ve missed you.”
“Not like I’ve missed you.” His voice is so sincere, it scares her a little.
But no more than she can handle.
“So.” Leonard lazes back against the headboard, lifting an arm so she can snuggle in against his side - and she never says no to that offer. She wriggles into his embrace, sighing out all the stress of the week as she listens to Leonard talk. “Tell me about these complicated feelings your people have about me. I might be kinda flattered.”
“Kinda?” Iris raises an eyebrow. A full-of-himself criminal winks back at her. “Well, let’s see. The whole of STAR Labs found out that I’m sleeping with you, all at once - alcohol was involved, and no, you’re not getting that story.” Leonard grins, but lets her continue. “Cisco said he could not in good conscience talk to me while I was dating a supervillain who’d once kidnapped him, and slammed his lab door, and then he had to come back for half his stuff, and then he said maybe if you apologise, he’ll think about being okay with it.”
“An apology, huh?” For a moment, Leonard looks as unsure as Iris has ever seen him. Then he shrugs. “Guess that can be arranged.” He sneaks her a little smile when he thinks she’s not looking. “If it’d make you happy.”
Iris hums and kisses him again, just a light touch of her lips on his. He makes the cutest happy noise - it’s enough to set her heart fluttering in her chest. “It might,” she murmurs. “Hmm, who else… Caitlin was tight-lipped for a few days, but then she admitted she thinks you’re hot, and Frost turned up to say that, if she dated men, you’d be pretty high on her list too, and a few other unsettling things along the lines of you go, girl, so I think I’ve won them over.”
Leonard throws back his head and laughs. He looks too beautiful for words when he does that. “Well, these sound like complicated feelings with acceptable resolutions.” He reaches out a hand for her face, stroking her cheek, a touch of concern on his face. The fluttering in Iris’s chest kicks up a gear. “So that can’t be all of it, if everyone in that goody-two-shoes hero store found out at once.”
Iris’s gaze drops to the blanket beneath them. “My dad and I had a fight for the ages,” she admits, with more of a wobble in her voice than she intends. “Worse than when I dated Lee Tarrant when I was sixteen, and he was a coke dealer.” Leonard’s snort is delightful, persuading Iris to entertain him a little more. “In the end I distracted Dad with something else… and now you might have a standing invitation to the weekly West family dinner.” Iris pats a horrified-looking Leonard on the back. “Cecile and Jenna are your way in. Bring Jenna presents. Not stolen ones. My dad will love you in… maybe a week or two.”
Leonard lets out a disbelieving snort.
“Okay, a month might be more realistic,” Iris admits, attempting a grin. She’s a little worried at the distant look that’s turned up in Leonard’s eyes.
“Go on,” he says softly, as if he needs thinking time. “Anyone else express complicated feelings about yours truly this week?”
“Just Barry.” Iris feels the way Leonard goes still against her, but she doesn’t draw attention to it.
Leonard makes a quiet little hmm sound. “Don’t tell me the Flash wants me dead too. Even when I’m fucking his best friend, that seems out of character for our beloved hero.”
Iris gets the sense she needs to tread carefully here. “No, he wasn’t mad. He was a little worried, but mostly he seemed kind of… sad.”
“Is that right?” Leonard’s eyes are a deep, dark mirror of Barry’s, back in the Cortex.
So there is a story there. But Iris is not going to push for it now. She just leans in and kisses him, one more time.
When they finally part, Leonard is gazing at her like he’s seeing her for the first time. She smiles… and he clears his throat. “So. West family dinner, huh?”
Iris snuggles back in under his arm. “Yep.”
“With your dad and not-stepmom and baby sis.”
Damn. He’s really thinking about it. “Yep.” Iris holds her breath.
“…And Barry.”
“Of course.” Barry is a non-negotiable, if Leonard cares about her. Whatever complicated feelings those are, she hopes she’s worth getting past them.
(When did she start hoping she was worth anything to him?)
Leonard makes an oddly thoughtful sound. “And I never have to go anywhere near STAR Labs?”
Iris lets out the breath she was holding. “I give you a couple of months before you’re dying to, just to annoy them all and play the dashing not-at-all-hero while you’re at it… but, no, that is not required.”
Leonard licks his lips, clearly hiding a smile. He rolls them both over, ending up on top of her. She giggles and lets him stay there, just for a minute. Leonard murmurs, “A couple of months, huh? Is that how long you think this thing is gonna last, Iris?”
Her heart is doing that flip-flop thing again. There’s a strong, gorgeous man above her, his muscled, careful arms either side of her head, and - oh, fuck it. She wants to keep this. “Well. I guess that depends.”
He tilts his head. “I’ll bite. Depends on what?”
In a graceful second, Iris has switched their positions, straddling him. His eyes darken with lust. Iris wants to hold onto that look for as long as she can. Maybe a whole lot longer than two more months. “On how long I can keep you interested,” she teases.
Leonard winks at her.
The next kiss leads to another, and another…
Iris lies beside at him in the afterglow, just enjoying his arms around her.
As his beautiful eyes hold her gaze, he asks her, “What are you thinking about?”
She and Leonard have told each other a lot of lies during the past month or so. Iris has told herself even more.
It’s just a fling.
One more weekend, and we’ll call it quits.
We’re just having fun.
I’m not in love.
But Iris is done with the lies. “Complicated feelings,” she replies, cupping her boyfriend’s cheek. “And I don’t mean my friends’ feelings.” She meets his trusting gaze. “I mean mine… and yours.”
His laugh, surprised but delighted, is everything she could need in an answer.
#coldwest#leonard snart#iris west#my fic#I am so sorry that I’m incapable of writing coldwest without a pining Barry Allen#it’s a permanent trope now and I shall have to learn to with it#I think I have all the prompts I can answer already now so they’re closed but thanks for the ones I have!#ficlet#the flash fanfic#none of us can queue this alone
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Hi! I hope you’re doing well :) I would like to request a haikyuu and mha matchup.
I’m 16 years old, she/her I have straight short black hair with electric blue and purple streaks, grey eyes with red, brown-ish flecks (weird ik), I also wear glasses and I’m 5’8. I have long (like 20cm), rough and sweaty hands. I’m bi (more towards male preferences tho) I have light muscles but am stronger than most people my age and I have pale skin.
INTP-T and June Gemini
I like to read (obsessively) mostly manga and sci-fi, paint/sketch, skateboard and I play the guitar, keyboard and drums. I sing sometimes. I play video games a lot. I like to watch anime and sci-fi movies and tv shows. I know how to ride a motorbike and like to go on long rides on it.
Dislikes/likes: I love coffee, the nighttime, stargazing with my older brother, scented candles, cats, dark humour and the cold and rainy weather. I like physics and maths and learning foreign languages . I don’t like summer but I like to swim very much. I don’t like complete darkness and obnoxious and mean people. I don’t like feeling unwanted or being treated like a burden. I hate daylight and the sun.
Personality: I get angry easily and tend to yell at people a lot because of this I sometimes have trouble making friends. I have anxiety and am not a very sociable person. I’m creative and quite smart. I prefer to not start conversations at big events. But once I’m comfortable with someone I can be sarcastic and sassy. I’m not good with deadlines cuz I procrastinate and then panic on the last day. People get intimidated by me but I can be caring and nice once they get to know me. I’m only close to a few people and talk to them only most of the time. I also have adhd and get extremely hyper at times. I like being alone but too much silence bothers me. I often come off as mean but I am very good at understanding what someone is feeling even if they try to hide it. I’m somehow very good at lying and detecting lies.
Sorry I was asleep when you sent this in 😅. Anyways for mha I match you with deku!!
Deku is out training a lot because of school and his quirk, so to make that up to you. Deku will leave you his hoodie and a couple of other gifts until he gets back from training. When deku gets back most of the time it's already turning dark out, so after he changes out of his training clothes and stuff he'll take you out to go star gazing with him. He'll brings blankets, food and drinks for you guys to have while your out together. Deku loves giving you physical affection, even of it is just holding your hand.
Whenever you procrastinate deku tends to help you focus on what you need to get done, so you don't end up panicking the next day. During the summer deku will take you swimming all the time for fun. Deku doesn't mind if you yell at him (he's kinda used to it because of bakugo.) He does know however that you don't mean to yell that much so he never takes it to heart. If you're ever uncomfortable at big events, deku will make sure to start a conversation so you relax a little. He also helps you with your anxiety attacks by cuddling with you and softly talking to you.
For haikyuu I ship you with hinata!!
Hinata is shorter than you so whenever you two cuddle he's usually the smaller spoon, however sometimes he'll convince you to let him be the bigger spoon. Hinata is also not good with deadlines but if he wants to try to help you he'll ask daichi for advice. If is raining out and dark outside, hinata will take you to the porch and lay out a couple blankets plus have some to cover you two up. You two will sit on the pouch listening to the rain while cuddling (hinata usually accidentally falls asleep outside when you both do this.)
Hinata doesn't really like that you yell but he understands that you don't try to do it on purpose so he won't get upset at you. When you get hype, you and hinata will run out that energy together. Hinata will take you out on coffee dates at cafe's he'll even find a cat cafe to take you too. If you two watch shows together, hinata will be cuddled into your side while your watching. Hinata loves playing video games with you, however he will not play vs. games with you only because he doesn't want to see you get mad. Hinata understands that sometimes you need alone time and he'll give that to you.
Hope you like it!! Sorry it took so long!! 💛💜
#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu hinata#hinata x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#hinata fluff#hinata headcanons#haikyuu fluff#short writing#fanfiction#x reader
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*join the game*
I'm telling favorite band :).
Actually, i have two; i'm still into Day6 until now. And the other one is LP (but, sadly, the vocalist was no longer here :'), so.. but! Their songs are close to my taste and i still love it).
(what about you?. Who's your favorite artists or band, jade?. Just curious :)).
Have a great day and hope everything's okay for you! :D.
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hey! i haven't heard of them before but i listened to some of their songs before answering this
tell me your favorite artists and i'll give you an aesthetic
day6 gives me lounging in bed vibes. hanging out with your bestie, taking polaroids, eating at your favorite restaurant. oohhh sleepovers and random dance parties. car rides to nowhere, late night talks, and getting your favorite dessert as a gift. v wholesome, cutsie stuff 💓 we love to see it
lp makes me think of thelma and louise for some reason. i can see someone playing lp on a road trip while out west or causing down route 66. hot summer nights and getaways with ppl you love.
my favorite artists of all time would prob be hozier, florence and the machine, and etta james but then i love sza a lot too and doja cat. just sm good singers 😭 ooohh and joji - see what i mean?!?!?!?!?!!
anyway, i'm doing well :) thanks for asking and i hope you're okay too
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