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FRATERNIZING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CAFETERIA! SCANDALOUS !
#coffesohp au got me in a chokehold au#is the they are still in their universe somewhat but meet in a complete set of circumstances and yet there is so much potential for fuckery#MUCH TO SAY#griddlehark#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#the locked tomb#my art
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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader
warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)
author’s note: here it is! enjoy xx
he says everything i need to hear, and it's like i couldn't ask for anything better. he opens up my door and i get into his car and he says, "you look beautiful tonight" and i feel perfectly fine
Y/N had never met Steve. She knew of him, she knew he was Bucky's best friend who had joined the ad company in New York when Bucky was first assembling it. From what she had heard from other people, he was the only person Bucky really trusted, so much that when the ad company set up shop in London, it was Steve who Bucky sent to manage the whole operation. However, Y/N had always found it somewhat odd that Steve and Bucky were best friends as apparently they were completely different people - at least according to Sam.
Steve was reliable, a goody two shoes who followed the rules and was universally liked by everyone and anyone that came into contact with him - a poster child. He was also married to someone he had known since he was 15, the two had bought a house, picket fence and all, and were carefully considering when to have children. Bucky, on the other hand, was either liked or hatred but always respected. Marriage seemed like something he didn't particularly consider anymore and had had a kid without even wanting one. It didn't make sense the two were close, yet agin opposites attract. Nevertheless, Y/N was yet to meet him. Sadie appeared to like him, or at least liked him enough to include her in her drawings.
Since she was not the one to pick up Sadie up, she had plenty of time to spend wallowing over her PhD thesis and nit pick at every single word by wondering if she used the word 'comparison' too many times. She sighed, burying her hands in her hair and almost hitting her head against the keyboard of her laptop.
-Hi. - she looked up to see Chris sitting next to her, still wearing his suit and holding his briefcase. - How are you?
-Chris. - she smiled. It was nice seeing him. - Got off work earlier?
-Sergeant Barnes dismissed me early today. He was in a mood.
-He's always in a mood. It's Bucky, after all.
-He lets you call him that? - he asked and Y/N shrugged. - He doesn't even let us call him James and that's his name.
-Well, I do sleep in his place and watch over his daughter. I have perks. - she joked. - I'm sorry I had to leave early this morning. I was worried about Sadie.
-Since you left early, I was wondering if you'd like to maybe spend the night with me again. - he kissed her shoulder. - I'll do the thing you like and then bake you pancakes in the morning.
Y/N smiled. She'd had a wonderful date with Chris and he'd been nothing but charming the whole time; however, she didn't like to leave Sadie by herself. She was little, she didn't understand if Y/N wasn't there to sing her a lullaby or read a Dr. Seuss book or make the buttered noddles the way she liked it.
-I'm sorry but I need to go home and watch Sadie.
-I thought Steve Rodgers was in town. - Chris closed Y/N's laptop as it went onto standby. - He usually parades Sadie Barnes around town, so I'm sure Sergeant Barnes wouldn't mind.
-Yes but Sadie is 2 and she gets nervous around new people.
-She's not your daughter, Y/N. She's Bucky's and you can't get her used to having you by her side all the time. I mean, you're finishing your PhD soon.
Y/N forced a smile. She knew that, Bucky had told her that, she knew Sadie wasn't hers, she knew that. She moved her laptop to her tote bag, getting up and throwing her hair to the side before making it to the exit. Chris followed after her with a sheepish look.
-Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. - he apologised, following behind her as she closed and crossed door after door.
-I know what you meant, Christopher.
-I just don't want you to get hurt when you eventually leave. It's not like Sergeant Barnes will let you visit Sadie. He's only nice to those who can do something for him.
-I really would enjoy it if you didn't butt into my work. I don't mess with yours so don't mess with mine.
-Okay, I'm sorry. - he rushed in front of her, raising his hands up in surrender. - I'm so sorry, Y/N. I just worry about you.
-I don't need you worrying about me, I can handle myself just fine.
-I know, Y/N, I know. - he lowered his hands. - I just feel overprotective over you. I've known Barnes for a while and he can be an idiot, I just don't want you to experience that.
-I've known Bucky for a while too, Chris. I don't need to be protected.
-I'm sorry. We'll hang out another day when you're not busy with Sadie. Sounds good?
-I'll think about it.
-Think about it while I drive you back home?
Chris was nice, Y/N liked him. She told herself that she liked him because she did. He was stunning, he was smart, he had a PhD, what else could she possibly want? The trouble became when he started talking about what would come after her graduation - if she graduated which at this point she didn't believe. But when she did, he was right, it wasn't as if Bucky, being the stubborn man he was, would allow her to continue seeing Sadie. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten this close to Sadie, maybe she should start to distance herself from her. Yet, as she approached the front door and saw the little yellow rubber boots Sadie had begged and begged Bucky for and were still a bit too big for her, she was certain it would be very hard for her to forget the little girl.
She put the key on the keyhole and turned around. Chris smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her before pushing the door open. She was expecting an empty house, instead she turned around to see Sam and the much discussed Steve holding Sadie.
-Hm, I'll pick you up tomorrow for breakfast, Y/N. - Chris waved her goodbye leaving her now in the very awkward situation with Sam and Steve.
Sam chuckled to himself before taking a gulp of coffee. His eyes searched for Steve with a hint of "told you so".
-Bucky gave you the day off? - Y/N asked as she took off her scarf and coat.
-Bucky is not the boss of me. - Sam replied. - So ... Chris Davis?
-Mind your business, Wilson.
-What? It just explains a lot doesn't it? - Sam continued on teasing, mostly talking to Steve than Y/N. - Oh, this is Steve by the way. A weirdly tall blonde stranger isn't holding Sadie.
-I know Steve from the photos. - Y/N poured herself a cup of coffee, pointing towards one of the many frames with photos of Steve. - I'm Y/N.
-The heartbreaker, I know. - he extended his hand towards her. Y/N furrowed her brows, what was that supposed to mean? Luckily for her, Steve corrected himself as Sam discretly elbowed him on the side. - I meant rule breaker. Sam said you rode Bucky quite hard.
-Maybe not, based on how much of a bitch he was today. - Sam chuckled mostly to himself.
-Don't swear in front of the 3 year old, please.
-Sorry, Y/N, I don't know what's the Bluey equivalent of a massive pain in the ass Bucky Barnes.
Y/N rolled her eyes, moving to the kitchen to start making dinner. Yet before, she could, Sadie hugged her leg demanding attention. The au pair smiled, leaning down to pick her up and kiss her cheek countless times getting a few good giggles from the 2 year old. Sam and Steve mostly kept to themselves, sitting in the living room while gossiping (although they would never admit to it) about Bucky and his many, many shenanigans. Y/N tried not to pay much mind to it, not wanting to know about Bucky's sexual escapades and trying to ensure Sadie didn't hear any of it.
Bucky came home, as per usual as of lately, very late. He came in like a hurricane, dropping his jacket and briefcase and making a direct bee line to grab himself a drink. He barely acknowledged her existence, still somewhat stirring in his passive aggressive behaviour, instead going to greet Sam and Steve.
(...)
Dinner had gone by pretty uneventful, most of it being Steve and Bucky reminiscing about their teenage years and early 20s as well as Steve posing Y/N the occasional question about her career and studies. She'd finished her evening by putting Sadie to bed and going herself to bed leaving Bucky and Steve by themselves to tidy up the plates and the kitchen - something Steve had told Y/N not to do.
-So, why are you here? - Bucky asked as he loaded the dishwasher.
-Can't I come see my best friend and work colleague?
-Without your wife? No, something's up.
-Believe it or not me and my wife don't come as a package deal.
-Cut it off, Steve. You don't visit unannounced and you don't go anywhere without your wife specially when you're trying for a baby. Why are you here, Rogers?
-I heard about you and Anna. - the blonde sighed. - That was stupid.
-Who told you?
-Anna.
Bucky stopped loading the dishwasher, a rare look of surprise on his face. Anna? Why would Anna be talking to Steve?
-Why the fuck would you be talking to Anna? - he said in a silent tone, ponctuated by deep breathes as he attempted to ground himself and not get angry.
-I never stopped talking to Anna, Bucky. - Steve felt uneasy as he said this.
-What? - Bucky shut his eyes. - You've been talking to the mother of my child, the same child who is your godchild, the same child who got abandoned by her mother at my doorstep right after she was born?
-We've known Anna since she was 6, Bucky. I wasn't gonna drop her, not when she needed help.
-What help did she need? Abandoning more children?
-You know that's not fair, Bucky. - Steve crossed his arms. - Just because she doesn't want to be a mother, doesn't mean leaving Sadie was less hard.
-So what, Steve? What are you here for? You're here to come ask me to be kinder to Anna? What the fuck are you here for?
-I'm here because you keep trying to make something work that won't work! Bucky, she doesn't want to be a mother, stop it. Stop trying to make Anna a mother to Sadie, she doesn't want that.
-I'm not trying to make anyone into a mother.
-Oh sure, you're just trying to find Sadie a mother but because you're too chicken to introduce her to any of the girlfriends you've had, you always pick Anna, trying to make her something she isn't.
-Oh shut up, Steve. Sadie is my priority, she's my daughter, I'm not gonna introduce her to women who are not a fixture in my life!
-And what's even going on between you and your au pair?
-What is that supposed to mean?
-You're feuding with her boyfriend.
-He's not her boyfriend.
-You're feuding with Chris Davis. Chris Davis? And for what?
-I don't owe you any explanation on how I run my company that you work for.
-You're playing the CEO card, Barnes? Is that it?
-Chris Davis is not the man for Y/N.
-What and you are? You're quitting trying to make Anna the mother and moving on to Y/N?
-So that's the only reason I like women as of late? They can be mothers to my child?
-You're being self destructive. Stop bullying Chris Davis before she figures it out and quits or he gets annoyed enough and breaks up with her. She has a boyfriend, let it be.
-Coming from the guy who broke someone's engagement?
-I didn't go around trying to actually break it, Bucky. Just because she's good with Sadie does not mean it's right for you.
-And what would you know?
-I know you. You're gonna date a postgraduate student? You're gonna expect someone who is yet to start her life to settle down and play wife and mother?
-No, of course not. I would never ask that of her.
-Then what? Is it because she hasn't slept with you and your fantasies have gotten out of control?
-I love her.
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Lotor x Pearl!GN! Reader
Request: Now that the requests are open I want to do one about Voltron (again), about Lotor headcanons with a reader who is like a pearl from Steven Universe, who probably was a "gift" from his governess, I imagine that reader @ is a very scared but sweet person who is afraid of disappointing Lotor and that he will throw them away because of that (traumas from the past before meeting him). I just want some comfort from one of my favorite Voltron characters💕
Genre: Headcanons
Reader: Gender neutral
Warnings: allusions/mentions of past abuse, reader at first treated more like an object than a person, fear of abandonment, somewhat confusing timeline for the sake of the plot? HURT with Comfort, Fluff, non-canon ending of Voltron for my sanity :') Lotor What have they done to you?
You come from a very... special planet to say the least.
Especially you were born in a social caste that was considered the lowest, so you were trained all your life to be the future accessory of a powerful person. As bad as it sounded.
This was obviously not a pleasant process, especially with the Garla empire breathing down your planet's neck.
You could say that you got especially ruthless training, the slightest mistake was severely reprimanded, only to know that if you did it in REAL practice you most likely wouldn't come out alive...
Then the Garla Empire took possession of your planet. Everyone was terrified of what could happen, YOU were terrified of what was going to happen to you.
But fortunately? You were given as a personal servant to the Garla, along with many others, in exchange for not destroying the planet completely.
But you were lucky enough that it was your turn to serve the Prince of the Garla, Lotor.
This was before the Paladins intervened, so even when they arrived, this still stood.
To say that you were scared was to say, you were terrified of what was going to happen. What if he was one of those super strict princes? What if he had a bad temper? What if he got angry with you and got physical? And If it hurts you? Or worse?
You set out to be as correct and upright as possible for this new position, apparently you would be a gift, well, maybe you don't have to do much, you can do this.
Dayak barely talks to you, although the first time you meet her is only so she can give you a checkup to make sure you live up to her expectations, and fortunately you are and she seems very satisfied.
Before meeting this "Lotor" she gives you a tour of the Garla main ship in a vague way so that you become familiar with everything and thus adapt quickly before seeing Lotor. The ship is GIANT so it takes a while.
Although at least with this you can hear some people talking and whispering about Lotor, apparently the winner of the "Kral Zera", the first Half-Blood emperor and Zarkon's heir...someone to have fear apparently.
Let's just say they didn't make you feel much better.
But at the end of the day you finally meet him. Is he together with what appear to be the paladins of Voltron? And Dayak makes his presence quite noticeable (poor paladin Blue and especially yellow).
Before retiring, Dayak introduced you to Lotor, as his new personal assistant, to serve him in any way he wanted.
To your surprise, Lotor seemed just as off guard as you, it seems that he had forgotten the deal with the Kral Zera matter, it is understandable, but it was especially shocking when he apologized to you because he could not introduce himself properly, since he had a VERY busy day with the Voltron thing...
....weren't you supposed to come help him with that? What Quiznak?
You tried to tell him that, that you could help him manage that, but he said no! That for now he could handle himself well, but that you should give him time to think of something for you...
okay that was VERY strange
But a nice strange? Lotor was not like you thought he would be.
Even when he finally did what he had to do with the Paladins and Princess Allura (love of a person), he still treated you with a respect you weren't used to.
you were mainly in charge of his agenda with the other Garla leaders and works like that, together with the Paladins and Princess Allura, etc. It wasn't a heavy job, but it required attention to detail and you definitely went out of your way to make it perfect.
And contrary to what you thought, you received some recognition from your, so to speak, Boss (because Lotor hated it when you called him "master" or "owner"), Lotor was grateful that you helped him and that you were so diligent, He let you know when he kept you up to date.
You could even have conversations with him! It wasn't something you had been prepared for in the least, but it was nice, Lotor was someone very intelligent and even had an interesting sarcastic sense of humor. You learned a lot by talking to him.
In turn, Lotor learned more about your species based on his experience with you, although at first it was difficult for him, because you insisted on keeping a certain distance, but he was able to make his way through your walls.
He found you quite pleasant and even charming! Lotor always tried to see other species with equal respect, and for you to see him from such a high place (without the need for violence, just doing his job) made him feel very good about himself.
And the feeling was mutual.
It made you feel calmer about all of this, that everything was going better than you thought. You had ended up with an owner--ahem, Boss- who was nicer than you expected and everything seemed fine--
But then you made a MISTAKE.
You were trying to get used to one of the controls on Lotor's main ship and out of nowhere the controls stopped working. They didn't respond, didn't work and seemed glitched.
You realized that you had pressed the wrong places (used to the mothership controls) and that you had "messed up" this one.
But all you could think about was the trouble you'd get into with Lotor.
Oh no oh no oh no What am I going to do? What are they're going to do to me? They're going to have to throw me away, right? How can I get through this? What if they kill me? What if--
You were so panicked that when Lotor arrives you don't notice.
And it only makes you even more afraid.
Lotor asks what happened, but he starts checking the console on his own and realizes what happened, he knows what you did--
And you can't stand the urge to cry anymore.
Lotor honestly freaks out, he thought you would have gotten hurt and that's why you were crying so much, but you were apologizing for breaking the console, and saying that you were fine with being replaced with someone more capable as long as please, please don't kill you...
Even if he didn't show it much on the outside (it's a habit up to this point he's sorry for it), it hurt Lotor to see you like this. And even more so for something so small. Is this why you thought he was going to replace you? Kill you?? Although he sees that it's mostly because you've been traumatized before, so he's not offended (at all).
Lotor tries to calm you down, explain to you that it's not a big deal. It's not broken! It just needs to restart! Please don't cry! He's not going to replace you! Much less touch a hair on your head! You are save with him...
He ends up fixing the console to prove his point and you calm down, something like that, both of your emotions are running high.
From there, you are a little more alert for your possible "mistakes" and honestly, Lotor misses how you were before this little incident, now it seems like you are walking on eggshells (Whatever that means? The blue Paladin said it ) when you are around him.
He discovers that he misses talking to you more than he thought, he is not someone who gets attached easily, but finally having someone who respected him as a person and not as Prince Garla and that you are now in this scared state hurts him.
So it does something... surprising.
He asks the Paladins and Allura for help.
Obviously some make fun of him a little ahem LANCE AND PIDGE ahem, but for the most part they try to give him good advice on how to approach the situation, although they all have a common idea.
TALK IT DIRECTLY or let you adjust naturally again (which seemed unlikely without the former).
So he did it, he call you to speak alone.
Sincerely? You almost died of fright. This on your planet was a VERY BAD omen, VERY BAD.
so imagine your surprise when Lotor was REALLY alone when you went to see him, but you still remained nervous, this man could destroy you with just one arm after all.
But Lotor...just talks.
And he gets straight to the point, he does NOT plan to replace you, he does NOT plan to hurt you, he does not want you to think that you are so expendable, especially when he has come to enjoy your company so much, you can rest assured, mistakes happen, we ALL make them, he prefers that you make them. a thousand mistakes to not having you at all.
Being honest? It was quite nice.
And you were able to be more...at peace with yourself after that. Be the sweet assistant again.
If we talk about advanced terms of a romantic relationship, IT'S PURE FLUFF.
Lotor has shown that he doesn't give a shit about race, so he has no problem relating to you even if you're not even half Garla. What if someone has a problem? They won't have it anymore :)
If your planet is still under the control of the Garla, it is most likely that Lotor has forced them to have laws and a more egalitarian legislature, your people have not lived so well in decapheobes! Of course, there are those who are still not used to it and others who are directly against it, but that always happens.
Lotor is patient when it comes to old wizard habits, chances are you'll still be that way! But more as a consort😅
Get ready, now that it is certain that he loves you and that you love him too, there is no escape from affection. Lotor is aware that he's touch-starved, but when you discover through this that YOU'RE touch-starved TOO, it's like, the perfect mix.
Lotor is the most openly affectionate, which helps you gain some courage to do the same, although of course, when it comes to making the other person nervous, you never win (although Lotor MELT inside seeing you try).
Lots of physical contact!! Especially at events with too many people and where you can easily feel overloaded, it's a quick way to calm yourself down and for Lotor to be happy and calm (literally, if they want to calm him down they have to bring you into the room and he's INSTANTLY in a good mood again).
You have a friendship with Allura! She jokingly says that you're too good for Lotor, but in a loving way.
The Paladins don't understand how Quiznak, someone as sweet as you ended up with Lotor. Did they threaten you? Blink twice if so--
Your nature is now a little more curious, you see everything with new eyes, it is something tender for Lotor, for him most of these things are everyday, but for you it is something new and even unique, it is nice.
He also now handles your crises better when PTSD strikes, takes you somewhere spacious, keeps some distance so you can breathe better, and when you recover he is on you for the rest of the day, quite worried.
In general, Lotor sees his partner with equal respect and love regardless of their race, social status or how they met, he loves you regardless of everything or how you perceive yourself. You are his equal, his partner, nothing changes that.
Reglogs, shares and Comments are very welcome!!
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A Lifetime Ahead
When Katsuki graduated UA University it would have almost come as a shock to everyone who knew him that he had a college (and long-time) sweetheart. If it hadn’t been for that fact that you and Katsuki had known each other for most of a lifetime. The newly certified ProHero Dynamight aka Bakugou Katsuki known for dashing good looks, pure explosive power, and a foul-mouth now officially recognized by Japanese Hero Comission stood on that stage for graduation with his best suit and with his best girl sitting in the isles nestled right between her family, and his. All cheering, clapping, and waving frantically as the confetti poured down from the grand stands of UA University.
His parents whom spend the entire first meeting with you giving the most ludicrously embarrassing tour of the family home and all of his achievements . . .
And unfortunately for him the very first picture that hung on the way in the door was his most recent yearbook photo. The one from the previous year showcasing his bright young freshmen face complete with a set of red colored braces. And just down the hallway was the trophy shelf with every single participation and competition sport award that he’d won since the ripe age of 3.
Katsuki remembers the sheer mortification striking him like a swift baseball to the crotch that Izuku used to accidentally pitch as he stood in that hallway. Only for his parents to whisk you away into the living room, the panicked throbbing of his heart in his clenched throat as his parents immediately fetched old yearbooks and family photos. Fawning and doting over him as if he weren’t standing in his own damn living room with his own damn girlfriend that was a year older than him.
Katsuki is still impressed by the way you managed to pull you both out of his house and back out onto the sidewalk. All the while keeping his sweaty, sweaty hands shoved deep inside his varsity jacket as he sulked the rest of the walk to the station. His emotionally constipated self awkwardly waving you goodbye, as he did every time. Only to see you sent him a text with a goofy picture of your younger self in what you described as a “horribly messy” costume from your kindergarten school play. Katsuki remembered pressing his phone to against his chest as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling and all he could think was he better not screw this up.
Katsuki thought that over again and again when you’d finally invited him over as a regular guest for movie night at your house a year later. He loved the drive out to your country home. The afternoons you spent sprawled out on the porch in the sunshine just laughing as the two of you completed your homework before dinner and the movie. The way you’d purposely sit between him and your dad to ease any of the boyfriend/versus/father tension.
Although, Katsuki being a star player on the sports teams as well as an aspiring hero made him somewhat larger and always left you accidentally sliding against his side with the way the couch cushion dipped. Which always left him sitting up as straight as a rod and with his clammy hands clasped together in the pocket of his hoodie as your dad eyed him throughout the film.
Every night you’d still habitually pass out on your father’s shoulder -like the daddy’s daughter you are- by the end of the movie. Katsuki saying goodbye to your folks as your father carried you up the stairs to your bed.
And Katsuki definitely remembers the first time your father nodded at him and said, “Go ahead, it’s your turn now.” Nodding up the stairs as he waited for Katsuki to take you up to your room - he’d never felt so nervous. He was sweating worse than that time his Hero Coach decided to stick him in a sauna for quirk strengthening. And yet once he’s taken you up in his arms and dangerously decided not to leave a chaste kiss on your forehead. He found your father nodding approvingly from the base of the stairwell.
Everytime since after and to-this-day Katsuki has taken up the job of taking you up to your room when you’ve fallen asleep.
And that did not just extend to the couch because Katsuki carried you in from his car after your prom night. You’d brilliantly shoved on his coat jacket and a pair of crocs that’d you’d stashed into his car. And he remembers watching the way you absolutely conked out, completely relaxed in his embrace and the way your mother chuckled when she’d opened the door and seen him holding you all limp-noodle style.
You’d been so delighted it wasn’t canceled last minute due to extenuating circumstances (lol yes I’m a COVID prom girlie) and had dragged him along to go prom dress shopping with all your senior girl friends. And he remembers your friends crowing in amazement and watching you beam proudly as he followed you around the store like a dutiful lovesick puppy. The way a good boyfriend is supposed to do for his girl sometimes and he did just as well giving in to your every request at your prom.
And he proudly thinks back on the way you’d attended his senior prom the next year. Everyone thinking it was wild that Katsuki Bakugou had a college girlfriend and that he was even attending at all. However, the two of you did ditch out on that one early and headed out to grab hamburgers and milkshakes bc that’s what Katsuki wanted to do with his prom. Just as you wanted to stay almost until the very end and get your Cinderella moment picture. Katsuki wanted the simple/typical rom-com drama of ditching it to watch the sunset with a beautiful lady and a greasy meal.
And Katsuki remembers his highschool years where you’d insist on coming to just about every sports game he had. Always managing to sneak in a salad or two only to be found caught with a corndog, crackerjacks, or plate of dripping nachos on your shiny fingers during a break. Always getting him teased down on the floor by his mates because you’d be fully decked out in one of his jersey’s and would be cheering for him louder than the rest, but eventually his teammates cut it out. Mostly bc Katsuki used to snarl at them and say, “Don’t be laughing at me because my girl loves me that much. It’s rude.” Which quickly shut them all up because who else had a partner that showed so much interest and investment when they came out to play? That’s right none of them.
And Katsuki remembers the annoying squeals and “ooooo’s” n’ “awww’s” that your college mates used to give whenever he’d take some time to come over and visit your university. The entire dormitory hallway like moths to a flame as the girls stared at him walking by. And you, always trying to be so easy-going when he showed up, your shoulders falling as you squeezed him as tight as you could. The rest of the afternoon always spent on a little campus or town tour. He always bringing a weeks worth of bentos over to your place because you’d called and complained about the dinning hall food so much.
And he remembers you coming out to his second year sports festival. Just teeming with excitement because you’d sadly missed the last one having to watch the recording on tv with your parents when you got back from your school-trip. He remembers coming up into the stands during the break just to find you wearing a tank-top with his old jersey thrown over it, still way too large. Practically swallowing you as you beamed holding up two plates of takoyaki and chatting with the only college friend of his you knew, Izuku. The green bean happily chatting your ear off as he asked you about school and some romantic advice for himself about Round Cheeks.
And by the end of the festival, another win under his name he watched you cheering wildly underneath the sprawl of confetti as he stood proudly receiving the first place metal.
And now here he was. Watching you dressed up in your finest dress and makeup passing out tissues to the rest of the Bakugou clan, which were all massive softies with their heart on their sleeves just like his dad. And Bakugou can’t help, but tear up too. And as he steps towards the mic. The box in his pocket growing heavier by the second he grips the side of the podium and begins his Valedictorian speech. (He’s not even sure colleges are supposed to do that) But never-the-less he’s made it through as the top of his class. Near death experiences be damned because he’s made it, to graduation, to ask you to marry him. Just the way you two had agreed, or not really, because you’d expressed that you wanted to wait until after you both had graduated and technically that would be about another serveral minutes worth of speeches away.
He’s watching as your parents and two families start crying harder in the front row just behind the Universities staff and faculty. And he remembers one last thing. . .
He remembers how easy it was to ask for your hand. How estatic your mother and father were.
He remembers asking his old man how to do it.
He remembers the first time he met your grandfather . . .
A retired prohero at a Thanksgiving many years ago. Watching him, small and retired as he was, pick you up as you hugged him. He remembers gulping with the way he watched the young hero from over your shoulder, thinking this may be his greatest obstacle yet.
Only for him to share his own stories with him late at night. Leaving Katsuki to wonder how he managed to survive and start a family as a hero. And for your grandfather to see the look flash across his face, “I know my granddaughter loves you, but I can see now how you love her. Young Bakugou if you want to be with her, you should, even as a pro. You gotta continue saving her from life, not criminals or villains, just life. And you do that by not getting yourself killed! But also by loving her. That’s the way to conquer the villains of life, you hear me?” and Katsuki nods, swearing to care for you just the same as he is now if not better. Your grandfather then beckoning him into his study bc there’s no greater teacher than experience and this young man is gonna need some help balancing out the life of a hero and the life of a husband.
And Katsuki can see your grandfather sitting on the end of the row. Giving him a huge thumbs up as Izuku and Toshinori both fidget from excitement right behind him. Ready to see their friend start another chapter of his life with you.
Together as you’ve always been.
#mysteriesmusing#bakugou katsuki#bakugou headcanons#bakugou x reader#bakugou drabble#bakugou fluff#Just a random little ramble of thoughts#it’s super randomly chunked together bc I’ve been having such a hard time writing lately#so I hope you get something out of it anyways thanks!
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Any predictions for season 3, or are you planning to dive straight in?
You're not the first person who's mentioned s3 predictions, so I'll give it a shot, but I'm really not sure if I have anything to use to make predictions. S2 ended in a very final, end of arc kind of way. Lots of things have been tied up. I don't even know where they're all flying off to. Back to the Southern Water Tribe, since the Earth Kingdom's a bit of a bust? The Fire Nation's out of the question, the Northern Water Tribe probably has mixed feelings about seeing them again, maybe the Eastern Air Temple? Although even that might not be safe, since Aang's travel plans to said temple to meet the Guru were known by various Earth Kingdom generals. And that stupid King.
I think the Fire Nation contingent are going back to the Fire Nation, and I am looking forward to a Zuko with eyes at least somewhat open interacting with FN citizens/nobles/military etc. who are still completely drinking the kool aid. I think it's going to suck for Zuko. Should make for good TV though. Lots of conversations where both people are saying entirely different things while thinking they're talking about the same thing.
I said it before, but I'm worried for Iroh. He's for sure arrested, but is he going to be executed? Obviously I don't want that, but unless Iroh still has enormous popular support, and the Firelord's grasp on power is incredibly shaky, I don't see how permanently eliminating a traitor (from a FN perspective) can be avoided. Then again. Kids' show.
As for the Gaang? In broad strokes, Aang still needs to learn firebending to fully Avatar himself, then he needs to defeat the Fire Lord (who is quite the homebody apparently - seriously, where is this guy?). So next season Aang will shake off his lightning hangover, find a firebending teacher, defeat the firelord. He'll probably have to commute to the Fire Nation to find the Fire Lord first. No idea what he'll do in between those things. Perhaps inadvisable shenanigans? That would be in character. His biggest story arc all series has been learning to accept his status as Avatar, but between his talks with the Guru and opening his last Chakra in the finale, I think he's done it. So all that's left is the main plot and goofiness.
Katara has the same problem she had going into S2 - she's mastered waterbending, so she needs a new conflict/arc. S2 answered this demand by... having her hang around? What did Katara do this season? Bend a bunch, set up camps, tear down camps, wreck Jet, support Aang, be nice to Toph that one time, yell at people. I hope she gets something meatier in S3. I still think she should meet some good FN citizens that challenge her morals.
Sokka was also kind of just there this season, although if I'm being mean I'll say that he was also kind of just there for S1 too, which is why it doesn't feel as odd as Katara's lack of purpose. I loved his stuff with Suki. Suki is officially the glow up of the season. I loved their interactions together, and I love the growth she poked him into doing. I'd like to see more of that. So less a prediction and more of a hope: S3 Sokka develops the ability to rely on/trust others (or maybe realises others can be relied upon/trusted is more accurate), hopefully with Suki somehow involved. And I loved his dad too. I want to see more of that guy, but since a cardinal rule of kids' stories is getting rid of the authority figures asap, it won't happen.
Toph. Honestly I'm stumped. She already broke the universe. Where can she go from there? Unless she's going to devolve into an antagonist, which I absolutely don't want, I don't see how she can top her S2 plot. And Aang's got earthbending down, so I guess she'll be like Katara was this season: tagging along. Not that I'm complaining; I love me some Toph in any form. We have seen that she wants to make peace with her parents, sort of, probably? Or at least give them another shot? But I kind of don't want her within 100 miles of her parents. So I don't know.
Appa & Momo will hopefully be tagalongs in S3 too. I learned my lesson this season about wanting the animals to have character arcs.
I guess the antagonist in S3 will be the Fire Lord, finally. Who else is left? Zhao tried, he died. Azula tried, she won. Unless S3 has an Azula rematch. But would she want that? She's already proven that she won. She can go home and enjoy the spoils of her victory (which may or may not include Zuko - I'm kind of unclear on exactly how much agency Zuko is going to have in the FN, especially since I'm not actually sure that he has permission to be there as a free man - didn't the arrest warrant Azula was executing in episode 1 list both Zuko and Iroh?)
There's nothing left for the Gaang in Ba Sing Se, so I doubt they'll go back there. Frankly it's the FN characters who have roots there. I wonder what will happen to Iroh's tea shop? I wonder if his investors will find out who he is? I wonder if money talks louder than national loyalty? (It's the Earth Kingdom - the answer is yes) Wouldn't it be funny if Iroh busted out of imprisonment and went right back to serving tea? And everyone sent to find him would be thinking "this is the famed tactician the Dragon of the West - he's probably travelling the FN plotting a coup as we speak. That devilish mind of his must have safe houses set up all over the nation." When actually he's right back where he got caught, doing exactly what he was doing when he got caught, to great and not-very-quiet acclaim?
I think S3 might have an overall darker tone too, within the bounds of a kids' show. I don't know what place Ba Sing Se occupied in the mind of the average person in the Avatar universe (although refugees seemed to revere it), but the city's fall to the FN represents a very big FN victory. The Gaang will probably be the most underdoglike in S3. S1 was mostly stalemate, then a big FN defeat. S2 was opened with the FN taking Omashu and closed with them taking Ba Sing Se. The FN have never been in a better position, and I bet the NWT is safe from further invasion only until the FN have built their fleet back up. So even the few free areas could have an expiry date on their freedom.
This is rapidly devolving into rambles, so I'll conclude by saying I have no clue what's going to happen next season, and that's exciting.
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Sorry, i lost the original post. But maybe something fluffy, honestly, most of the primarchs just need a nice stable partner. So maybe the primarchs in domestic situations. Or the other primarchs meeting konrad or pertarabos S/O and being surprised.
Yes. I love the idea of these two big sad boys having a snuggle bug ray of sunshine as a partner. Someone who can keep them grounded and happy.
Konrad:
His brothers stared in complete shock as Konrad stepped to the side and let your diminutive form glance out from behind him. Your smile is already the brightest thing in view, and they are speechless for a moment until you speak for the first time, and your voice is as soft and warm as the rest of you.
"Hello, it is so very nice to meet the brothers of my dear fiancé."
Konrad gestures to you in an almost gallant gesture, quite it of character for him and smiles. It's not a pleasant smile, even if it bares the genuine emotion of happiness that he feels. His cracked lips and dark eyes are just so that the look is somewhat off-putting. But his lips aren't as cracked, his dark eye bags not as dark, his gaunt skin not as unhealthy and pale. The faintest hint of a blush him on his razor-sharp cheeks.
"Yes.. my brothers, this is my intended. Aren't they lovely?" His voice was its usual rasping caw, but the humor behind it was finer than any of them had ever heard.
Horus was the first to step forward and greet you. His deep commanding voice vibrated through your whole body as you shook his hand. He certainly had a commanding presence, but the reassuring hand of your lover kept you from being shaken apart by it.
Sanguinius greeted you next, light and warm and kind, just as you had heard. He seemed very pleased to learn about you, and he was even happier to see the real joy you brought to the night haunter's eyes.
Magnus came next and stood before you. He swet down to one knee and took your hand in both of his. His one-eyed face was no less handsome than his brothers, and it certainly didn't detract from his smile in your opinion. "You are really quite a special one, I must say." He compliments, and you felt as though a warm set of hands had set over your whole body, as though they were getting a measure of you as a person on a far deeper level than physical.
"Well, you must pardon us now, brothers. I have to attend a brief matter with my darling. I will be back shortly."
After both you and Konrad had disappeared from sight, Magnus was the first to speak up. "He was happy! Really, truly happy. I've never felt such exquisite delight and hop from him before. That little fiancé of his is quite the find."
"Yes I must agree." Sanguinius shared, almost laughing with pure delight at the shift in his normally gloomy brother. "Did you see the way he looked at them? Like they were the light at the center of the universe."
"I did. I hope our brother is always this happy moving forward with them." Horus nodded, and the three of them smiled.
Perturabo:
You fit so snuggly in his lap, happily smiling and kissing the primarch's cheek when he came down close enough for you to do so. And he would return the gesture politely and with the faintest quirk of his lip. It was so faint that his brothers had to strain to really notice the smile.
"I see you have found yourself something that is to your liking, my brother." Lorgar said. He did not normally spend time with the Lord of the iron warriors, but they'd been in close proximity to one another, and so he'd stopped by to spend time with one of his kin.
"Why yes, I'd say he has. And who can blame him? Look how darling and vibrant the little sweet heart is." Fulgrim added, turning a fine glass of wine in his hand as he looked you up and down.
They both couldn't help but notice how, at ease, the larger primarch was with you by his side.
You were still nervous in the presence of other primarchs. It was hard to k ow how to act around them. They were all so different.
"Yes, they have brought a lot to my life." Perturabo agreed and held you tighter. He sipped his own wine and looked down at you. The gleam of satisfaction in his eyes made you melt into a happy like puddle against his chest.
The two brothers watched, and both seemed genuinely quite pleased that you were both happy.
"Well, this casks for a story, brother. You must regale us with how you met this sweet heart." Fulgrim locked his gaze on you and felt his own longing to have a wife again flare up. No matter how short their lives had been compared to his.
Perturabo breathed out a sigh, not with annoyance surprisingly, and actually smiled as he began to recall the day in precise detail. You piped up every so often with thoughts and details of your own.
Lorgar and Fulgrim listened or asked questions periodically, and you happily filled them in, more comfortable as the night went on.
Perturabo finished the story with a kiss on your cheek, and it was enough to prove to the brothers that it was real and that made them glad.
#warhammer 40k#warhammer#40k#fanfiction#my writing#primarchs#primarch x reader#primarch#konrad curze#Konrad curze x reader#perturabo x reader#perturabo
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25 scenario with Xhekaj?
Lazy Days In
Arber thankfully had a blissful two days off from any practice or games and he was beyond ready to sit at home and do completely and absolutely nothing. He knew the universe was further on his side for that plan when he found out that you also didn’t have any work or class to go to and he could spend all his time with you.
You wake up in a tired haze, blinking a couple of times and shifting in bed only to realize there’s still a weight around your waist. You turn over with a soft smile and see Arber already awake and looking at you.
“Hi bear,” you murmur, voice thick with sleep.
“Hey sugar,” he says back, your heart skipping a beat at the nickname.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Good,” he whispers.
His hand comes up to trace random shapes on your back and you nuzzle further into him, your head resting just below his shoulder. His breath fans your face and your eyes instinctively close at his soft touch.
“Wanna order breakfast?” he asks again after a moment and you nod against him.
You feel Arber retract an arm and you whine at the loss of warmth. He chuckles quietly as he grabs his phone and opens the delivery app. He clicks on your favorite restaurant and adds his own order before handing the phone over. As you add your food, Arber presses soft kisses from your forehead down to your neck and you shiver in delight.
“Focus, lover boy,” you tell him and he smiles before plucking his phone from your hand.
He orders the food and drops his phone on the nightstand once more. He rolls over in bed, arms placed next to your head, caging you into his embrace and you smile widely up at him. He returns the look, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You sling your arms around his neck and he moves against you slowly, your heart being the wildly fast contrast to his steady touch.
You and Arber stay like this for a couple of hours, trading kisses, eating breakfast, and generally lounging the morning away. You end up taking a nap for a bit and wake up to the sun setting and Arber already awake and sitting on his phone.
“Hungry?” he asks, looking down and smiling when he sees you awake.
“Starved.”
He gets up out of bed and just as you start to follow him, he scoops you up into his arms bridal style and starts to carry you out of the room. You giggle ridiculously, dropping your head on his chest and enjoy the moment until he carefully places you down on the kitchen counter but not without a quick peck to your lips.
He walks over to your fridge and begins pulling out ingredients to make some sort of pasta as you queue up a random playlist to float around in the background and you and Arber pass the cooking time by discussing random topics and plans for a somewhat more productive tomorrow. Dinner passes by the same way and you clean the dishes while Arber takes your place on the counter this time.
You set down the last dish on the drying rack and as you wipe your hands off on a towel, you feel two arms wrap around your waist in a strong hold.
“Hey bear,” you murmur and he grins against your neck.
“Dance with me sugar.”
You turn in his arms and your hands slip around his neck, pulling him closer as his body bends to meet yours.
“I love you so much,” Arber whispers and the words make you want to squeal in delight like you just won the lottery.
“I love you too bear.”
#arber xhekaj x y/n#arber xhekaj fanfic#arber xhekaj x reader#arber xhekaj imagine#arber xhekaj blurb#arber xhekaj drabble#montreal canadiens x reader#montreal canadiens fic#montreal canadiens imagine#prettytoxicrevolver fic
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Class Pet
Summary: on a visit to the Stark residence, Jeff finds something in common with guinea pigs
Word Count: 1256
Warnings: None!
A/N: Based on a request from ao3 about Jeff meeting guinea pigs! Hope you enjoy! :)
Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)
"Pepper's invited the two of you over as well, said Morgan wants to see her cousin Jeff."
"Jeff is always up to see Morgan too, aren't you, bud?"
The land shark rolled over on your lap, switching his focus from the TV to you, so that you could see him nod.
"You've got to get ready then, I'm meant to meet Tony in an hour" Natasha called.
"Alright Jeff, you heard your mum, go grab what you need, we'll head out in 10"
You hopped off the sofa after him, deviating from his route when he trotted to his room. You took a detour to the kitchen before heading up to your room; you knew Natasha had returned there after her conversation with you in the living room. And sure enough, you walked in to find her rooting around under her desk.
"You got them all?" you asked quietly, not wishing to startle her. She still flinched, but stopped herself before her head hit the underside of the desk.
"Yeah, almost..." Her arm shot up victoriously, a pair of Widow bites in hand.
Her face fell from pride to a scowl when she emerged, due to the pair of Widow bites you held up.
"Which ones did I forget?"
"Kitchen."
"Why do I even have them in the kitchen? In an emergency I'd just grab a knife"
"They're the decoy set, for when Jeff steals the knives."
Natasha nodded in memory, then added,"Jeff does love his knives"
"We should get him a toy one, for the good of our shins"
"I'll ask Tony to make one in the meeting today"
You agreed, then poked your head out of the room "Jeff, are you ready? We've got to go!"
"mrrrph"
With furrowed brows, you went searching for your land shark, Natasha following behind with a stack of widow’s bites.
"Mrrrph" you heard again, before Jeff appeared around the corner, dragging a 5Ib sack of potatoes with him.
"Jeff..." Natasha sighed
"You go get the car ready, I'll sort it out," you told her, then turned to the land shark. "I said to get what you need, not this."
"Mrrrr."
"It's just a day trip, you'll be fed."
"Mrrrr."
"Yes, I promise. And the food will be much nicer than raw potatoes anyway"
"Mrrrrr"
"I'll take it back. You get your crocs on and meet Nat in the car, okay? Good boy."
You loved your ability, you really did… but sometimes you envied Natasha. For the whole 45 minute car ride, Jeff whined. To Natasha, they were quiet ‘mrrrr’s, but to you- to you they were endless cries of starvation from the land shark, who seemed to believe he would wither away on the spot when you took his raw potatoes from him. It got to the point where you called ahead, desperately checking with Pepper that snacks would be ready on your arrival; it somewhat calmed Jeff, but didn’t stop his whines completely.
And yet, the second the car began to slow, Jeff acted like it had never happened. He struggled against his seatbelt and bounded towards the cabin as soon as he was freed, not waiting for you or Nat to catch up. Morgan squealed, running out and wrapping her arms around Jeff who, once released, hopped up on his hind legs and just as eagerly hugged her back – they were practically the same height when he stood like that, you were glad he was making the most of it while it lasted.
“You’ve got to come see this, Jeffie!” the girl announced. Tony and Pepper leapt to the side, making their way out just as Morgan and Jeff stampeded in, oblivious to anything in their path.
“Morgan is taking care of the class guinea pig this week,” Pepper explained, welcoming you in while Tony and Natasha talked Avengers business in his lab. “She’s been dying to show Jeff.”
Sure enough, by the time you entered, Morgan was cross-legged in the makeshift guinea pig enclosure (of course Tony couldn’t stick to the cage provided), she held the creature in front of her and Jeff watched, transfixed, from outside the boundary. The land shark was stretching his neck to get as close a look at the creature as he could, but not yet daring to enter the enclosure fully.
“They purr when they’re happy, just like now, and whistle when they’re excited-” Morgan explained. The young girl looked down smiling at the small rodent, stroking it and only occasionally looking up to check Jeff was listening, which he always was. He was captivated. “And guinea pigs also have four toes on their front paws, but only three on their back! Just like you Jeff!”
"Mrrr?!" With a speed he usually reserved for eating, Jeff shot his head down to his feet, sitting and whining as he attempted to count his toes. He'd never learnt to count though.
"Mrrr. Mrrr. Mrrr?"
"Just come here, Jeff," you called. You picked him up and placed him on your lap, then held one of his arms in front of him. "One," you counted, delicately tapping his leftmost finger with your own. "Two," you continued, then "three, four!"
“Mrrr?” He squirmed, his fin now balancing between your knees as he waved his back feet towards you.
“Well…that’s one. Two. Three. Three toes on your back legs, four on your front, just like Morgan said.”
The land shark had some…interesting reactions to everything. From getting sleepy at IKEA, to making a shark conservation documentary after watching Jaws… you couldn't predict his next move. You thought this information was trivial enough that he would return to his daily routine, maybe inspect the guinea pig more. But you were mistaken.
Jeff stared into your eyes as the seconds dragged on, your announcement hanging in the air.
And then he bawled.
Jeff's face contorted into a gaping hole, his teeth shining through the frown while tears flowed from scrunched up eyes.
His howling was so loud that Natasha and Tony came running in, already poised with weapons in hand. Morgan covered the ears of her class Guinea pig, and Pepper covered the ears of her child in turn.
You considered covering the mouth of your child, but shark mouths are considerably larger than any pair of hands could cover.
So instead you knelt before him, stroking his head and softly reassuring him, until his cry became marginally bearable.
"What's wrong, Jeff? What's the issue?"
"Mrrrr?"
"Were your back toes cut off? No Jeff-"
"Mrrr!" He suddenly grabbed your hand, putting his own against it, finger to finger. Until he saw one didn't line up. "Mrrrr!" He screamed again.
"No, no, Jeff! Jeff, it's okay buddy, don't scream and let me explain."
"Mrrrr…"
"Thank you. You didn't lose a finger off of your hands, you always had four, just like you always had three on your back feet, same as the guinea pig. I promise they haven't fallen off, Jeff, we're just a different species, which means we have a different amount of toes, and that's okay, right? Just like we have other differences too."
"Mrrrr?"
"Um, okay we don't have differences, we're practically twins." The sarcasm was lost on Jeffrey, who truly did not notice the difference between a human and a land shark, but you let it go.
He'd calmed down, which meant you could leave him to enjoy the guinea pig's company carefree once again. And maybe you would hurry Tony up on that mouth knife, Jeff's screams should count as a superpower.
Jeff Taglist: @wolferine @unexpected-character
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the neighborly thing to do
*.ﾟ kuroo x reader
*.ﾟ wc: 1k
*.ﾟ prompt #39: moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window
*.ﾟ a/n: for my lovely risu <33 thank you so much for joining my event ! and thank you for always supporting me and being there to scream about this man with me LMFAO. i hope you enjoy your lil meet cute !!! i had sm fun writing for our fave mans! im sorry this took so long hehe but better late than never, right O: anyway- love u lots n lots !!!
Moving day. Something that was supposed to be a day full of new beginnings. But today felt no different than the rest as you were lugging boxes up and down the flights of stairs to your new apartment. The moving truck was parked out front, almost taunting you with how full it still was. You had hastily thrown everything in there the night before, knowing that you’d have a long drive to the big city the next day. You even told your friends not to worry about helping you as you didn’t have that much stuff to move. But now looking at the tower of boxes in front of you, you wasted no time texting your friends to get over to your new place, going as far as to bribe them with some free food in hopes they would help. As soon as you pick up a box, the contents rustle around in it harshly.
“Hey, need a hand?” a voice calls out to you, breaking you out of your thoughts. The deep voice threw you off as you clutched the box you were holding. You slowly pivot on your foot, facing the mysterious man.
“Oh!” you say, trying to juggle the box in your hands. “I'm all set. Thanks.” You weren’t sure if it was your imagination or the slight heat stroke you were starting to undergo, but you saw him pout for a split second. You kind of felt bad but it was probably for the best that he didn’t help. You didn’t even know the guy and your friends would be here soon enough anyway.
But of course, the universe had other plans for you today. The box you were still clutching onto decided to betray you, the bottom breaking open and all of its contents pouring out onto the sidewalk for the world to see. You stared at it for a moment, the items on the ground mocking you as you hear the mysterious man’s wicked laugh escape him. You shut your eyes briefly before bending down to start picking everything up. Tears of frustration threatened against your lashline but you fought it off quickly, not wanting to make a show of it all. He must’ve caught on though as his laughter quickly died out.
But of course, the universe had other plans for you today. The box you were still clutching onto decided to betray you, the bottom breaking open and all of its contents pouring out onto the sidewalk for the world to see. You stared at it for a moment, the items on the ground mocking you as you hear the mysterious man’s wicked laugh escape him. You shut your eyes briefly before bending down to start picking everything up. Tears of frustration threatened against your lashline but you fought it off quickly, not wanting to make a show of it all. He must’ve caught on though as his laughter quickly died out.
“Hey, it’s okay. I have some tape and we can fix it right up.” he offered, helping you collect everything. His eyes flicker up to yours quickly, trying to gauge your reaction. Going against your better judgment, your eyes finally meet his. You were almost surprised at how genuine he looked, a complete stranger invested in making sure you were okay. He rubbed the back of his neck and offered a sheepish smile. “I actually live in the apartment complex next to yours. You want me to go grab it? Then I can leave you to it.”
“That's-” you pause to clear your throat, somewhat touched by his small act of kindness. “That’s not necessary. I have some empty boxes in the truck, could you grab one and help me put this stuff in there?”
“One box, coming right up!” he nodded at you, his long legs carrying him to the truck in no time so he could grab what you requested. You wanted to be annoyed at his eagerness to help but something about the cute, concentrated look on his face had you feeling something entirely different. He brought the box over to you, crouching down to start carefully putting some of the items into it. Once it was all set, he stood up and handed it over to you. His fingers softly brush against yours as he passes it to you -- sparks flying off from the contact. He looked away for a brief moment, pink slowly washing over his cheeks. “There, everything is all safe and sound now. You're good to go.”
“Thanks. Actually, could you grab one of the heavier boxes on the truck?” Giving him a soft smile as he beams back at you, eager to help some more. You don't know why he was so set on helping you out today, but it was surprisingly welcome.
“Sure.” He quickly grabbed one of the boxes, his toned bicep flexing from the weight. Once it’s secure enough, he nods over at you and the two of you walk inside to make your ascent up the stairs. He was softly humming to himself, clearly content with how everything was playing out. After countless steps you finally made it to the 4th floor. Propping the box you were holding on your hip -- hoping it wouldn’t fall open again, you risk using your spare hand to open the door.
You turn the knob, opening the door as the box starts to slip out of your hands. In a swift motion, you keep the box steady in your hands as you kick the door open. Kuroo looked at you, slightly impressed that you were able to hold onto it as the two of you walk in.
“You can put that box over by the window.” you say, motioning toward it with your head.
“Roger that.” he strides over to the window as you walked towards your kitchen counter to set down the cursed box. “Hey, that’s my apartment!” You look over to him to see him staring out the window with his hand placed on his hip, the box he was holding laid forgotten by the couch. You walk next to him, his figure towering over yours as he points out the window. Sure enough, through your window you could see a view to his living room.
“Oh wow, I guess we really are neighbors then.” you say, looking up at him.
“It’s probably good etiquette to have your neighbor's number then, right?” A smirk slinked its way across his lips as he looked down at you with a playful glint in his eye.
“It’s definitely the neighborly thing to do.” You agree, returning his smirk with a smile.
Bloom - the paper kites
my goodness i love this song and i think it would fit you guys so well! especially in your early relationship like around the time period when the both of you are in love with one another but haven’t said it out loud yet. just trying to find the words to say it, hoping that the other feels the same way. (spoiler: he does). like when kuroo first meets you he absolutely falls in love and doesn’t know what to do bc ?? he’s never felt this way before !! it goes so well with the lyric, “can i be close to you?” bc !! you both are wondering it it’ll work! (scorpio’s gauging whether or not they can let someone in type beat LOL<3) ANYWAY !!! he’s just a big dork and i know he just loves you so so much !! but i love u more >:(<3
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chapter five! point five. 5.5. an interlude, if you will.
i just needed to work on something other than chapter six so i don’t burn myself out, so i dusted together a little in between for now + a doodle to go with.
general summary :
as nimbasa city falls to a rest, a certain blond haired ponders the point of his trip.
word count :
724
time ticks, ticks, ticks along, at what feels like at a sliggoo’s pace.
comforting, yet dull.
comforting, in the sense that time was still moving; as it always has, and would likely continue to do.
dull, in the sense he had seen so many sunsets in his ever expanding lifetime that they had begun to lose their sentiment.
sitting on the hotel balcony railing, the blonde haired figure seemed to be mulling his thoughts along; centuries of memories, conversations, places, people-
all condensed in a neat little bow inside his skull.
immortality was quite the cruel thing.
a small sliver of him was envious there was no one to share his agony with.
though, it would be selfish to wish the same pain on someone else, no?
that didn’t matter, really. he was already somewhat of a selfish person.
that, and they were just hopes. trees without fruit. never coming to bear anything as a product of devotion.
not as if it would be magically granted of him. wishmaking was not within the qualms of unova’s legendaries, anyways.
.. speaking of unova, he had not intended to stay this long. perhaps a few days- the cities were the faintest bit overwhelming, with all the modern hustle and bustle.
that, and the new hurdle he had created for himself.
emmet treyne. brother of ingo treyne.
or, as he had known him as, warden ingo.
volo faintly remembered the other’s talk of a man who looked just like him- most often passed it off as a particularly bad incident with a zoroark, or something else.
never had he gotten to the point he was able to remember a twin brother of all things.
in the calculated equation he had perfected over the past three centuries, it was like having a wrench thrown at the head. a completely unpredictable variable, something not accounted for in any manner.
giratina’s power was vast, but it could not prevent everything.
in.. whatever he had done, rather than eliminating the distortions entirely, it only redirected their focus on the other brother.
which meant his visit would have to last a bit longer, if he were to come even a fraction closer to what was planned to be in his grasp.
eliminate the chance of fallers, which would eliminate his past self’s chance of failure.
akari would not fall for another two years. he had a set time to ensure the two brothers would stay together in the present, before making off back to hisui.
or sinnoh. whatever they called it these days.
humming quietly, he untucked a pendant from his jacket, holding a delicate feather, one that's colors cascaded from a brilliant green to the palest of yellows.
a token from cresselia.
one did not simply ‘catch’ a legendary; you either befriended them enough they willingly stuck by your side,
or you would be granted a sliver of power, in the form of such a token.
cresselia dealt in the realm of dreams.
to prevent the, as he would say it, “unexpected diversion of one’s train of thought,” from the universe quite literally tearing itself and putting it back together for his sake, that was where volo needed to go.
memories and dreams were often intertwined. violently ripping them down the center would only cause an issue if not dealt with accordingly.
ones the two halves diverged, they were not to meet. ever again.
same stem of existence or not, the ingo then and ingo now were to, under any circumstances, never learn of each other's existence.
less strain on the timeline, that way.
.. then and now, he was still a peculiar man. both iterations he never truly understood.
the first time, they were strangers, outsiders in a sense of solitude. scarcely spoke, but the words he shared were always worth a listen, despite the metaphors he never got.
centuries later, they were strangers once again.
volo met ingo at what one could call a low- only a fraction of what had once been whole.
ingo would never learn to know volo in full, past or present. he simply would not let him.
perhaps, when this world is recreated in his image, he would, like the stubborn man he was, return once again, and they would be able to truly speak like peers.
but that was another fruitless hope.
no point in dawdling.
#split tracks au#pokemon#pokemon au#pokemon fanfic#pla#pokemon legends#pokemon legends arceus#pokemon black and white#pokemon black and white 2#pokemon volo#volo pokemon#pokemon wielder volo#submas#subway boss emmet#subway boss ingo#art#digital art#pokemon art#fuzz moment
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Raising kids is not for the weak.
The good:
DS took his road test and passed it! It felt so nice to do a normal kid/parent thing and see him be successful.
The anniversary of his adoption day was this month. It’s been 15 years.
Ms. 6 was accepted into a university.
Ms. 6 is going to graduate high school next month!
We are progressing in attachment therapy with Baby.
School is almost done for the year.
The mediocre:
DD broke up with her fiancé and is already seeing someone else. I did not care for her fiancé, but already seeing someone else is a red flag.
I talked with the students with disabilities center on Ms. 6’s campus this week to try to get her some services. In turn, I had to request her IEP. Her IEP from fall was a train wreck so I reconvened the team this week and told them to rewrite it appropriately. Apparently the guidance counselor quit in the fall and no one has taken his place. For real, without a parent, most kids are completely lost.
I signed Ms. 6 up for college registration and orientation. Students have to bring a parent. I offered but she wants her mom to go which is fine. However, we don’t know if her mom will go. She was too hungover to take Ms. 6 to the hospital when she had knee surgery scheduled a couple of months back. Last week she didn’t get out of bed to take Ms. 6 to a somewhat major dental appointment. I told her I would go, but her mom insisted that she was going so I could not attend. I stood down and then she didn’t show up. Same thing happened with the knee surgery.
The challenging:
So much drama with Ms. 6’s family of origin. Ms. 6 lives over three hours away from us but is enrolled in a high school near us and her graduation will be where we live. I offered to throw her a graduation party and invite her mom. Ms. 6 was thrilled. Her mom told her to cut DH and I off and that she could no longer talk to us or receive mail from us. Now her mom is threatening to take away Ms. 6 attending her own graduation altogether.
Ms. 6 insisted she completed her FASFA. She did, but it was for the 23-24 year, not the 24-25 year. I straightened it out two weeks ago and filled it out for her (she’s an independent so parent income doesn’t count). Financial aid packagers don’t go out until next month so I’m hoping she will still get enough to be able to go to school.
Ms. 6 told me this week that she never obtained a new birth certificate or social security card despite me directing her in how to do both things multiple times in the fall after she left here unexpectedly. I finally just ordered (and paid) for a new birth certificate for her this week.
I feel incredibly burned out. Like maybe I need meds? My endocrin called and told me I need to start doing B12 injections because after taking oral supplements for three months, my b12 levels actually went down. I don’t know if it’s that, or wading through all of the drama, or both. Some days, I don’t feel like I can even put one foot in front of the other. It’s too much. How do you ever get a break from everything?
Tomorrow we are meeting with DD to try to work out getting her a $4k car from a friend of mine. It’s a 2006 Odyssey with almost 200k miles on it. The insurance (collision only) would be $2k for the year. She’s bouncing from one hourly job to another and not saving anything. She desperately needs a vehicle to get to and from work. Currently she’s relying on her fiancé and her vehicle, but now that they’re no longer together, it seems more important that she have her own. She has zero money saved, but I have a college fund set aside for her with about $10k in it. Clearly she’s not going to college right now so I think we are going to pivot with that money and pay for the car and the insurance for a year.
I was planning to drive 6.5 hours this weekend to meet up with Ms. 6 and her BF who she met online. Ms. 6 has really been pushing for this. I asked for his address so I could locate a nearby hotel. She said he didn’t want me to have it. Then I asked for his name. He apparently did not want to disclose that to me either. I did tell her that was super sketch, and now I do think he’s like a really scary person who no one has vetted. Ms. 6 has already stayed with him several times so maybe not a serial killer, but anything else is possible in my brain. He’s definitely older because he has his own apartment.
It’s so much, you guys.
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❖ Timeline ❖
April 16th 1984 — Born to Natan & Mikaela Weiss, of Israeli and Irish origin, respectively. Both parents are doctors, living in Yeovil (Somerset) UK, and raise their son with warmth and stability in a happy home.
1990 — Parents die in a car crash when he’s 6 years old. Grief-stricken and unable to cope, his aunt abandons him in a London orphanage where he meets wee lil Damon (@damon-rutherford), who’s only 4. Takes him under his wing, and a few months later they get adopted by Andrew and Cerys Rutherford.
1994 — Cerys falls ill and dies, the boys ( aged 10 & 8) are broken-hearted. Lara (@lararutherford), who’d been adopted before that, is still too baby to remember much of it. Andrew uproots the family (+ Adriana @amaroadriana who’s basically a foster sister at this point + her mother, who continues on as the family’s nanny) to Porto Velho in America. Connie (@constance-rutherford) enters the picture shortly (contentiously so) thereafter, and Yvonne (@yvonne-rutherford) is born.
1997/8 — Aged 13/14, discovers the truth about Andrew’s line of work. Fractures his relationship with his father and Johnathan (@johnathan-parsons), who was something of an uncle figure to him. Partially motivated by this event, partially by his dislike of PV, he sets his sights on Med School in Oxford, to get as far away from his father, and follow in the footsteps of his biological parents before him.
2002 — Graduates highschool at 18, accepted into Oxford University’s School of Medicine, moves back to England.
2002-2008 — Med school days, these years give rise to Team Posh, giving rise to his long-standing friendships with people like Spencer @spencerberkeley, Harrison (☠️), and Cassandra @cassandra-acton, among others. Also meets his first steady girlfriend, before moving on to Diana (@diana-sehgal), and then Mila (@milaxkorshunova) during these years no more dates bc fuck that i’m confused.
2009 — Some time after graduating med school, he (aged 25) heads to the US to start his long-ass surgical residency. This is followed by an amicable, mutual decision to split with then-girlfriend, Mila, due to the pressures of being long-distance, and some meddling by her v. Russian father.
2011 — On one of many sporadic visits back to the UK, Damon introduces him to publicly adored British actress Katherine Mayfair, and a whirlwind romance ensues, devotedly followed by the press.
2014 — Marries Katherine (aged 30), partway through residency, prompting a transfer back to England to complete his surgical training in London. Despite indulging a hidden drug habit, Katherine promises to stay clean.
2017 — After three years’ worth of a struggling marriage and multiple lies, the dam finally breaks when he finds out that Katherine’s still using drugs while pregnant with their child. This is the same year as he completes his surgical residency and becomes a fully licensed neurosurgeon/consultant (aged 33).
2018 — As soon as his son is born (June 6), Gideon (aged 34) files for divorce. Katherine punishes him in the worst way possible for this decision, and paints him as a cheating scumbag to the media to cover up her own infidelities and continued drug use. This poisons the public’s opinion against him and a bitter custody battle ensues. Easily the worst year of his life, the results of which have lingered through the ensuing years.
Some time in between idk bear w me ok — Befriends his apartment neighbour, Elene Dadiani. The lines blur between friendship and something more, but before it can flourish she’s gunned down outside the apartment one horrible night. The event scars him and puts him off the prospect of romance for a few more years. Also there are many attacks on his family in between and mob life is pervasive as shit and the Ruthas are constant drama rip, but y’all know this already
2024 (Present day) — Gid is 39 going on 40, and still goin’ thru it. Felix is 5 going on 6, and goin’ thru it somewhat less. He is currently in a bid to launch another appeal against his ex for full custody of their child.
#damn i started this draft so many eons ago it's still the old tumblr formatting#that's whack#anyway... long overdue#timeline#i will be updating this as i go along and reblogging#also... for any in-game charas mentioned above - if i got any of the dates or headcanons wrong pls dm me and i'll happily edit!#Also for the sleuths who’ve been here long enough to detect it his bday’s jumped around a bit over time but sticking with the og#which also fits bc... ARIES... RAM... STUBBORN AF#anyway maybe i'll add this as a page on his nav one day#WIP#about
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There was no single moment when the democratic backsliding began in Hungary. There were no shots fired, no tanks in the streets. “Orbán doesn’t need to kill us, he doesn’t need to jail us,” Tibor Dessewffy, a sociology professor at Eötvös Loránd University, told me. “He just keeps narrowing the space of public life. It’s what’s happening in your country, too—the frog isn’t boiling yet, but the water is getting hotter.” He acknowledged that the U.S. has safeguards that Hungary does not: the two-party system, which might forestall a slide into perennial single-party rule; the American Constitution, which is far more difficult to amend. Still, it wasn’t hard for him to imagine Americans a decade hence being, in some respects, roughly where the Hungarians are today. “I’m sorry to tell you, I’m your worst nightmare,” Dessewffy said, with a wry smile. As worst nightmares went, I had to admit, it didn’t seem so bad at first glance. He was sitting in a placid garden, enjoying a lemonade, wearing cargo shorts. “This is maybe the strangest part,” he said. “Even my parents, who lived under Stalin, still drank lemonade, still went swimming in the lake on a hot day, still fell in love. In the nightmare scenario, you still have a life, even if you feel somewhat guilty about it.”
Lee Drutman, a political scientist at Johns Hopkins, tweeted last year, “Anybody serious about commenting on the state of US democracy should start reading more about Hungary.” In other words, not only can it happen here but, if you look at certain metrics, it’s already started happening. Republicans may not be able to rewrite the Constitution, but they can exploit existing loopholes, replace state election officials with Party loyalists, submit alternative slates of electors, and pack federal courts with sympathetic judges. Representation in Hungary has grown less proportional in recent years, thanks to gerrymandering and other tweaks to the electoral rules. In April, Fidesz got fifty-four per cent of the vote but won eighty-three per cent of the districts. “At that level of malapportionment, you’d be hard pressed to find a good-faith political scientist who would call that country a true democracy,” Drutman told me. “The trends in the U.S. are going very quickly in the same direction. It’s completely possible that the Republican Party could control the House, the Senate, and the White House in 2025, despite losing the popular vote in every case. Is that a democracy?”
In 2018, Steve Bannon, after he was fired from the Trump Administration, went on a kind of European tour, giving paid talks and meeting with nationalist allies across the Continent. In May, he stopped in Budapest. One of his hosts there was the XXI Century Institute, a think tank with close ties to the Orbán administration. “I can tell, Viktor Orbán triggers ’em like Trump,” Bannon said onstage, flashing a rare smile. “He was Trump before Trump.” After his speech, he joined his hosts for a dinner cruise on the Danube. (The cruise was captured in unreleased footage from the documentary “The Brink.” Bannon’s spokesperson stopped responding to requests for comment.) On board, Bannon met Miklós Szánthó, sipping a beer and watching the sun set, who mentioned that he ran a “conservative, center-right think tank” that opposed “N.G.O.s financed by the Open Society network.”
“Oh, my God, Soros!” Bannon said. “You guys beat him up badly here.” Szánthó accepted the praise with a stoic grin. Bannon went on, “We love to take lessons from you guys in the U.S.”
In 2018, “Trump before Trump” was the highest compliment that Bannon could think to pay Orbán. In 2022, many on the American right are trying to anticipate what a Trump after Trump might look like. Orbán provides one potential answer. Even Trump’s putative allies will admit, in private, that he was a lazy, feckless leader. They wanted an Augustus; they got a Caligula. In theory, Trump was amenable to dismantling the administrative state, to pushing norms and institutions beyond their breaking points, even to reaping the benefits of a full autocratic breakthrough. But, instead of laying out long-term strategies to wrest control of key levers of power, he tweeted, and watched TV, and whined on the phone about how his tin-pot insurrection schemes weren’t coming to fruition. What would happen if the Republican Party were led by an American Orbán, someone with the patience to envision a semi-authoritarian future and the diligence and the ruthlessness to achieve it?
In 2018, Patrick Deneen’s book “Why Liberalism Failed” was admired by David Brooks and Barack Obama. Last year, Deneen founded a hard-right Substack called the Postliberal Order, on which he argued that right-wing populists had not gone nearly far enough—that American conservatism should abandon its “defensive crouch.” One of his co-authors wrote a post from Budapest, offering an example of how this could work in practice: “It’s clear that Hungarian conservatism is not defensive.” J. D. Vance has voiced admiration for Orbán’s pro-natalist family policies, adding, “Why can’t we do that here?” Rod Dreher told me, “Seeing what Vance is saying, and what Ron DeSantis is actually doing in Florida, the concept of American Orbánism starts to make sense. I don’t want to overstate what they’ll be able to accomplish, given the constitutional impediments and all, but DeSantis is already using the power of the state to push back against woke capitalism, against the crazy gender stuff.” According to Dreher, what the Republican Party needs is “a leader with Orbán’s vision—someone who can build on what Trumpism accomplished, without the egomania and the inattention to policy, and who is not afraid to step on the liberals’ toes.”
In common parlance, the opposite of “liberal” is “conservative.” In political-science terms, illiberalism means something more radical: a challenge to the very rules of the game. There are many valid critiques of liberalism, from the left and the right, but Orbán’s admirers have trouble articulating how they could install a post-liberal American state without breaking a few eggs (civil rights, fair elections, possibly the democratic experiment itself). “The central insight of twentieth-century conservatism is that you work within the liberal order—limited government, free movement of capital, all of that—even when it’s frustrating,” Andrew Sullivan said. “If you just give away the game and try to seize as much power as possible, then what you’re doing is no longer conservative, and, in my view, you’re making a grave, historic mistake.” Lauren Stokes, the Northwestern historian, is a leftist with her own radical critiques of liberalism; nonetheless, she, too, thinks that the right-wing post-liberals are playing with fire. “By hitching themselves to someone who has put himself forward as a post-liberal intellectual, I think American conservatives are starting to give themselves permission to discard liberal norms,” Stokes told me. “When a Hungarian court does something Orbán doesn’t like—something too pro-queer, too pro-immigrant—he can just say, ‘This court is an enemy of the people, I don’t have to listen to it.’ I think Republicans are setting themselves up to adopt a similar logic: if the system gives me a result I don’t like, I don’t have to abide by it.”
Does Hungary Offer a Glimpse of Our Authoritarian Future?
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Personalization Prompt #1 – Shohei
So, for the reader appreciation day of the event, I used the first personalization prompt for the wonderful @shoheiakagi! I know I’ve said it before, but their blog is definitely the K blog I check out most, their views on some of the K characters have definitely influenced how I write them, they’re a very chill person to talk to, and just a really wonderful and supportive person to this admin and blog! So, I hope they’ll enjoy this little prompt, set in the K Project universe 😊
Siblings: None! Like, honestly, none – no canon siblings, no non-canon siblings. You’re an only child, though you do have two loving, if somewhat overprotective parents.
Best friend: Eric, Kusanagi, Kamamoto
Frenemies/Enemies: I do see you occasionally butting heads with Yata, Bandou, and Chitose all at some point, but it’s more or less friendly bickering and you get along with them. I don’t see you getting along with Fushimi or most of Scepter 4, other than Seri, at all though. Especially Fushimi, who you think is just an asshole, and you kind of feel like Munakata is a little creepy.
Crushes on You: I do see Bandou having a bit of a thing for you at one point, mostly because Shouhei did and Bandou likes to compete a bit with his friend. I do think your friendship with Eric can turn kind of flirtatious, and there was some interest on both sides for a little bit but I can’t figure out for sure whether the two of you hook up before you get serious with Shouhei or not, so I’ll leave that decision up to you.
First Romantic Relationship: You definitely did have a life before meeting these guys, so I do figure it was someone from your past, a non-canon guy who you probably aren’t really too much in contact with anymore.
Lost Virginity To: Again, the answer is pretty much the same as above. You had a life prior to meeting the guys, you aren’t completely virginal and innocent when you meet them, and probably lost your virginity to a guy in your past. Whether you are still in contact with that person or not is up to you.
Married/In A Committed Relationship With: While the relationship really takes a while to get started and just gradually becomes more serious the more time the two of you spend with each other, I do see you and Shouhei starting to date and that’s the end pairing in this little scenario/story.
Cockblocked by: Bandou and Chitose do it on purpose, but almost all the other HOMRA members, minus Kusanagi and Mikoto, have all accidentally cockblocked you and Shouhei.
Affiliation: I don’t see you being an official member of HOMRA. There might have been some ‘should we’ talk among the boys about possibly encouraging you to join but at the end of the day, you’re just not someone who would really be happy living a really violent gang life and it’s more that you’re just friendliest with HOMRA and that’s where you feel most at home.
Special Abilities: You’re not really part of any clan, so you don’t have many special abilities. I’ve played with the idea of having you be a Strain like Maria, but then there’s the possibilities of Scepter 4 taking you away in that case…really, it would be interesting story-wise, so I do like it. It could go either way, with you having no special abilities, or you could be a Strain with mild psychokinetic abilities in my head.
5 Headcanons About Your Life:
You work for a large company in the Human Resources and people management division, normally working from an American office. However, due to a shortage of workers in the Shizume Town location ends up with you getting transferred to the office over there, because in this story, you’re fluent in both Japanese and English.
You settle in pretty well, make some friends at work, and it’s a coworker who first takes you to Bar HOMRA. You really end up liking the bar and you start to frequent it on your own, which is how you end up getting to know the guys. The more often you come in, the more of them you meet and end up talking to and the more they start opening up to you and growing friendships with you.
Eric and Kusanagi can both hold fully English conversations with you, a fact they both enjoy, though it can annoy the other guys to be so excluded from a conversation. I do see Dewa and Shouhei both practicing their English skills with you.
Anna ends up really taking a liking to you and starts to regard you as almost an older sister like figure and she really likes it whenever you agree to spend time with her, especially when you take her out shopping. While she definitely has a very set fashion taste that doesn’t change, I can see her kind of innocently wanting to get some of your favourite things herself in terms of jewelry, accessories, bedding and such to kind of be a little more like you.
All the guys start to take you under their wings and almost all of them play tour guide in one way, either suggesting places you really need to check out or mostly each of them offering to take you out on one of their days off and to show you around. It’s really fun since each of the guys is so unique that they all end up showing you completely different things and it’s through them doing that eventually that you’re able to really solidify these friendships. However, it’s definitely Chitose and Dewa together when Chitose offers to play tour guide, just because Dewa’s not trusting him alone with you, knowing his best friend.
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80-ish jesus 'verse disciple headcanons pt. 1 (peter, john, magdalene)
[ bc i gotta put those somewhere. i still dont know if this is set in the actual 80s in a normal timeline or if the whole universe is completely made up. i'll figure it out. shit's hard when jesus' existence as some normal living dude implies a definitive aspect of today's society doesn't exist at all yet ]
PETER
jesus’ right hand man yadda yadda
the most repressed man you will ever meet
very loyal, but quite close minded. until he meets jesus, at least, that’s peter’s whole thing
he really does believe the things jesus stands for but it's hard to change the mindset he was raised on in a day
he learns to accept people who are different than him. he learns to accept himself while we’re at it. ANYWAYS
peter gets married in his early twenties. not entirely because of religion or tradition or whatever, he really did love his wife and because they were in their twenties and they were stupid they found it to be the next logical step in their relationship
he’s poly
he doesn’t realize this until after he’s married and represses it forever despite literally being surrounded by queer people (assume everyone is queer unless i explicitly say they're not)
he sorts it out eventually. illa knows
that's his wife. she's a chemist and an environmental activist, they do love each other very much but they get divorced in the end because she gets offered a job in a project in norway that i would elaborate on if i knew jack about science, and decides she wants to live in different countries and travel the world
moral of the story don't get married when you're twenty and don't know what you want to do with your life yet
has some sort of personal feud with magdalene ???
she thinks it’s cause he hates women
it sort of is. he feels threatened by her. but also he wouldn’t care this much if it wasn’t personal
(really he's just very attracted to her. he doesn't like her, he doesn't exactly love her but they do feel closer to each other than all the other disciples but he's not in love with her. it's the same for her. but she's aro. they have a weird thing going on don't ask me, it's definitely a little intensified just because they never acknowledge or discuss it but whatever)
i know i’m making this guy seem like a major asshole and that’s because he is. but also they all are. he’s working on it !
andrew’s older brother and also the exact opposite of andrew
deep down he kind of envies him
peter works his family's business, at least until he cuts his parents off. don't ask me what the business is it doesn't matter
sells fishing equipment or something
can cook with some assistance. not kitchen banned.
JOHN
grew up with very open-minded parents, but was still very sheltered.
he's a youngest child, so he was a little fussed over. his mother was very protective of him which led to him moving out of the family home and having to call his brother to ask how you make a doctor appointment
then having said brother james make the appointment for him because he was shy
idea guy. very creative very innovative. not always successful but at least his brain somewhat works?
the youngest of the group. 24 when big james was 28, jesus was 30, peter and magdalene were 32. i'll come up with a comprehensive age chart soon
majored in journalism when he joined the group, met matthew in class and roped him in
decided to change his major to creative writing
uses a typewriter to write. i haven't decided exactly what the fuck is going on with this verse, i'm leaning towards setting it in the 80s where everyone uses typewriters anyways but it's important that you know john would use a typewriter even if he had access to a laptop.
(with recycled paper of course)
likes to doodle on the margins when he's editing his shit. he's very right brained.
judas' narrative foil, therefore they hate each other
they don't full on scream death threats at each other at meetings like peter and magdalene but the passive aggression is there
LMAO ALL I TALK ABOUT IS THIS GROUP FUCKING HATING EACH OTHER i swear deep down they love each other uhhhh
matthew, he likes matthew. they're writing buddies
and peter and simon z and little james. and mary beth. john's cool with magdalene too
and philip and thad. everyone likes philip and thad they have 0 enemies
and everyone likes jesus. except judas who doesn't but it's okay cause he's in love with him.
some of them they like each other i promise. anyways, sorry, john.
cannot cook, but not kitchen banned
MAGDALENE
mary magdalene. obviously.
we have around three hundred marys so she goes by magdalene. though i find it more fitting anyways.
magdalene didn't know her father, her mother was lovely but she died of cancer when she was 10. susanna is the daughter of her godmother who lost custody of her when susanna was 15 because she had a drug addiction
so like. starting out with some lovely stuff
magdalene was in foster care until she was 16. then susanna turned 18 and she lived with her, finished school and started working any random job that helped them make rent
susanna is the only person magdalene can always rely on. and vice versa. she's a barber.
which i thought of before i realized susanna is also the name of the wife of figaro barber of seville. but isn't that hilarious.
anyways it's been rough for these two but it gets better i promise. they make it.
magdalene's working like three jobs trying to make enough to go to university, she wants to be a social worker. preferably work with inmates.
she's aropansexual
weird thing with peter is not of romantic nature. maybe queerplatonic except they're not friends. queeraggressive if anything.
it's just a thing. it's a sixth sense only aromantic people can comprehend. don't question it.
despite everything magdalene is an optimistic person. she's got a grasp on reality, but she's not scared of having her own dreams and ambitions, she's not going to let her past stop her from moving forward
she's had one serious girlfriend before she realized she didn't want to be in a romantic relationship at all and it was fucking crazy
she was very insecure already and magdalene kept enabling it by constantly ignoring her and seeming disinterested (which she was cause she was aro) which made the girl feel like she was only using her for sex and then she started getting paranoid and accusing her of cheating on her and it rlly escalated. crazy shit.
the girl was like. slightly more reasonable than magdalene is and one day just decided that aight im out of here and left. and then magdalene had a breakdown and tried to convince her not to leave because she needed to prove to herself that she was capable of love
yeah my girl is not okay. did you expect her to be well in her brain cause she's not
so yeah crazy shit. she works through it.
cannot cook. kitchen banned.
#bible fandom#im not religious just insane.jpg#dolokhoded bible#<- im gonna use this one exclusively for the lore#i know i have a billion tags. but i will do it anyways#cause the not religious just insane tag has the stupidest shit dumped in it#anon who said you'd like to read these i love you#i love these guys i love talking about them. their brains are wrong !#i could literally talk about my dolokhoded bible folks forever#they're all assholes#they're doing their best though
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Sweet Tooth (Soobin)
“Oh shut up, the baker is just stupid eye candy you know. I can’t let that go to waste”
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Culinary Student!Baker!Soobin x Medical Student!reader
Warnings: None just tooth rotting fluff and mutual pining
Synopsis: An average medical student getting by who meets the cute baker from the small bakery across the street in front of her university.
Note: I couldn’t think of a better ending but the fic already became too long for my liking so here it is. After I think a month of working on this, it’s finally here and not as good as I wanted it to be but I hope you guys like it! Also not yet proofread and semi edited.
Being a medical student was a pain in the ass and was even worse than how people would describe, it cost money, time as well as your mental and emotional stability. It’s not like anyone would want to study about the anatomy of a human in a dull lecture hall, or how a whiff of a cigarette could even kill you.
Yet you were already here and there was no turning back from it all, because though you were passionate, you still had a limit to how much you could take, even if you had always dreamed of becoming a pediatrician to keep you motivated.
“Oh my God Karina, I don’t think I’m actually ready to take this exam. I’m probably going to fail the whole year and I’ll be stuck as a receptionist in scrubs if I don’t get my head straight” you say tearfully.
Your friend Karina chuckled as she pat your back comfortingly, assuring you that you would do just fine and that you had already done enough studying the past few days.
“You’ll be fine Y/n, don’t worry about it otherwise you will actually start to feel even worse. You’ve studied like crazy so it would be insane if you didn’t do so well, like you always do” she smiled softly in reply.
You shoot Karina a weak smile back and sigh once again, at least one of your best friends kept you somewhat sane, you couldn’t say the same for your appearance though. With heavy eyebags and eyes that looked as hollow as your soul, anyone would probably mistake you as a psychward patient if you were walking around by yourself.
“Thanks, good luck to us once we step into the exam hall” you finish, after gathering the rest of the materials you’ll need for the exam itself.
An hour passed and the exam had completely drained you, whilst you step out the exam hall with Karina groggily. You just wanted to go home and sleep all your problems away, but if you were already struggling as a freshman, how much more would you be in the future knowing you still had thirteen years to go?
“Is it too late to change careers and become a full time sugar baby or stripper?” You ask your friend and roommate, Chaewon, who was just as drained as you were.
“I don’t think so. Let’s go on that sugar baby website” she chimed back in exhaustion. Yeji laughed at you both on the couch before setting down a box of fried chicken on the coffee table in front of you, along with a few drinks and a bottle of soju.
“Cheer up ladies, we’ll get through all of this before you know it. Now eat up, the food’s getting cold” Yeji hissed.
You and Chaewon helped yourselves without another word, the three of you scarfing down all the food and downing a few shots of alcohol just to get your system going.
In the middle of the conversation, Chaewon had suddenly brought up the bakery that just opened across the university.
“By the way, a new bakery opened up across the street from our school, do you guys wanna try and visit tomorrow?” She chirped.
You guys didn’t really have anything to lose, so you and Yeji agreed before setting a certain time to meet after your last exam. That was when you realized it was getting late so you all cleaned up and started to get ready for bed.
“Goodnight you two! Good luck as well, we’ll need it for our last set of exams” you bid your roommates goodnight as you retreat back into your own room.
“Whew! That was exhausting, I’m glad everything is over with because chemistry should be the least of my problems for now” you cheered.
Chaewon groans and runs a hand through her hair in frustration. Yeji was late, and it was because her boyfriend Jeno wanted some alone time with her.
“God if Yeji doesn’t come in like five minutes I’m gonna assume they need their ‘THEM’ time” she huffs. You laugh and just grab Chaewon while giving Karina a call. If Yeji’s getting it, at least someone else can take her place for now, her boyfriend probably needs a lot of relief.
“Karina can come, she’ll be there in like ten. For now, we should order in advance” you say, as you both enter the bakery.
The interior was very cute and minimal, everything was a white marble, be it the racks and tables with a checkered flooring. On the ceiling hung two crystal chandeliers that reflected light causing a blur of rainbows to scatter across the room.
“Wow you were right, this place is adorable Chae! Let’s go order drinks and pick our bread” you squeal and drag her over.
Behind the register, you see a guy with black hair and another guy with light brown hair bickering about something.
“Gyu I swear to fucking God if you—“ the black haired male was cut off after seeing you and Chaewon walking over.
“Go serve the customers first, I’ll be waiting in the back” the burnette smirked, and retreated into the kitchen.
At the counter, the guy greets you with a charming smile, just about charming enough to get you flustered, but you didn’t want to look like a mess right now so you browsed the menu behind him.
“Hi! Welcome to MOA’s! What can I get you two today?” You read his nametag and saw that he was named Yeonjun. ‘He’s charming’ you say to yourself and smile back at him.
“Can we get one fruit and egg tart with a margarita pizza for here please? And for the drinks one caramel machiatto and one americano, both iced with a fruit ade please” Yeonjun punches your orders into the register and looks up at you both again.
“Will that be all?” He asks, and you nod as you hand him your card. Chaewon looked at you almost frazzled, but then noticed that you had caught wind of another guy from behind in the kitchen.
As Yeonjun hands you your card back, you and Chaewon make your way to a table near the window. “So Y/n, I see you noticed the cute baker in the kitchen. Any plans on dating him?” She giggled softly.
You looked at her with a glare and shake your head furiously. No, you definitely weren’t the kind of person to date anyone because you always prioritized your studies more than anything, but the baker was just so cute.
He was tall with blonde hair and had a face that almost resembled a rabbit, and maybe you also couldn’t help but notice that he had really nice hands that kneaded the dough so well. You’d imagine what his hands would do if they were—
“Y/n! Hi Chaewon!” Your thoughts were cut short as Karina entered the bakery and called over to you both excitedly. She was beaming as you made space for her to sit beside you.
“Hi Karina, you look awfully happy for someone that came out of our two hour long exam” Chaewon eyed her suspiciously. Karina only laughed and waved off what she said while staring both of you down.
“My sister called right after and said the hospital she’s working at is accepting part timers! I just came here feeling happy about it” she says excitedly.
You and Chaewon were shocked but also happy for her knowing that having a sister who worked at a hospital had it’s perks too. Karina was really just one of the lucky ones, but everyone starts somewhere.
“Sorry to interrupt ladies but here are your orders! If you need anything else you can just call for me or the other guy behind the counter, the one with light brown hair” Yeonjun placed your orders onto the table and the three of you thanked him politely.
When Yeonjun had finally walked out of earshot, Karina had lowered her voice into a whisper. “This bakery really is cute but oh my god, I never expected the workers to be cute as well” she says in a giddy tone.
You laugh at her and take a piece of the pizza while sipping on your caramel machiatto, Karina still ogling at Yeonjun as Chaewon gave her a disgusted look.
“Come on you two, what happened to putting our studies first? If you date during your freshman year you are going to end up as a receiptionist in scrubs you hear me” Chaewon says sarcastically, but you were too busy staring at the baker who just came out of the kitchen.
He was talking to the two other males behind the counter and sighed. That was when you noticed that he had eyed you up and down too before looking away.
“Y/n? Hello? What the fuck, oh wait it’s that baker” Chaewon says with a huff. Karina giggles and shushes her, noticing how flustered you became all of a sudden.
The two knew you were never one to really talk about guys or wanted to date since highschool, so seeing you all worked up over someone you didn’t know would only make teasing you even worse.
“New motivation to go to class everyday? I know you have evening classes, so maybe I could ask them what time they close” Karina says with a smirk.
“Oh shut up, the baker is just some stupid eye candy you know. I can’t let that go to waste” you try to brush it off, but in reality you two were practically checking each other out without your friends noticing.
On the other hand, Soobin also seems to notice you and how you stared at him from across the room. Opting to check you out because you didn’t look that bad either, and because he needed a break from being in the kitchen since the morning.
“Soobin? Are you alright? Don’t tell me you’re checking out that girl over there with her friends, I was planning to get first dibs because she looked the most interesting” Beomgyu whined.
Yeonjun smacked him in the back of his head and went to go tidy whatever was on the counter until a few more customers would come in, but then he turned towards the two.
“I mean, you’re not wrong. She looks really pretty, but Soobin seems to really put her on edge. They barely even know each other, but you can feel the tension between them, just go talk to her Soob” the older male grins.
Soobin rolls his eyes at the two and notices that Taehyun had also come out from the back to get a breather. Business was definitely a bit slow today, but they did just open so there was no harm in being a bit laid back.
“Are you guys talking about the group of girls over there? We just opened and you’re already ogling at our customers, be more professional” Taehyun says in a stern tone.
“Well I need a girlfriend, the girls in my major aren’t all that so ogling at the bakery respectfully would seem better than to ask out a girl who wouldn’t know how to interact with me” Beomgyu rolls his eyes and drags Taehyun back to the kitchen where he’ll be taking over for Soobin, whilst Hueningkai takes his place at the front.
In the midst of this all happening, you notice the other boys by the counter and rip your eyes off Soobin to focus on what Karina and Chaewon were talking about.
“The food is so good here! I can’t believe they just opened, I’d want to gatekeep this place if I could” Karina gushed. Chaewon nodded in agreement and turned to you, to which you replied with a confused expression.
“Well, we are done. How about we head home so we have more time to relax? I’m sorry if I’m rushing, but I have a show to catch up on” Chaewon blabbered. You laugh at her and nod as you all collect your things.
“See you tomorrow Karina! I’ll call you” you smile and wave as the three of you part ways, you and Chaewon going home together since you were both roommates.
“Alright! Stay safe you two!” Karina then turned and walked towards her apartment, which was about two blocks from the bakery itself.
At home, as you’re studying on the living room floor, you notice Yeji sit on the couch behind you. “I heard from Chae that the pastry maker from the new bakery caught your eye” she joked. You roll your eyes and shake your head at the accusation, like is it not normal to ogle at people once in awhile?
“Trust me, he’s just a sight for sore eyes. It’s nothing personal” you sigh, whilst highlighting a sentence in your book. Yeji huffs and takes a sip from her mug, smirking at you.
“I doubt it, you’re such a nerd Y/n. You already work your ass off at school so why not live a little and date? Come on, this guy is probably just as studious as you are, considering he works at a bakery with his friends” she says matter of factly.
“So working at a bakery that he started with his friends makes him a nerd like me? I’m so impressed Yeji, you should’ve taken criminology to be honest” you reply sarcastically, which earned you a slap in the back of the head.
“Come on, if you’re going by tomorrow at least talk to him. I mean, what do you have to lose? You’re smart, pretty and you’re kind. Not to mention, wasn’t he also checking you out?” You felt your face grow hot, guess you really weren’t that slick after all if Chaewon noticed it too.
Before you could retaliate, the two of you heard soft pattering of feet and a laugh coming from the hallway. It was Chaewon, and it seemed like she’d overheard your conversation through the paper thin walls of the apartment.
“Y/n! You should totally go see him! It’ll do you good I promise” she squealed. Yeji laughed and nodded along with her, it seemed like your roommates were some of the most insufferable people in the entire world.
“If I do it will you guys finally leave me alone?” You say weakly. The other two nodded eagerly with wide eyes and you mentally face palm. If a simple conversation was gonna get them off your tail, then so be it. It’ll be quick and it’s not like it’ll be a routine or anything.
The next morning, you couldn’t be any more wrong. You woke up earlier than you should’ve for your first class of the day, and as you fixed yourself in the mirror, you thought about the baker and why you ended up just mentally thanking your friends for the challenge.
“Good morning Y/n, you seem chipper this morning” Chaewon greets you from the kitchen. You smile shyly at her and look away, which gave off the impression that you maybe were anticipating the morning more than you thought, compared to the night before.
“Looking forward to talking to him now? Seems like a culinary major so maybe you’ll find him easier than you’d think” she continues.
“Yeah, yeah maybe I am a bit excited since he is cute. I bet he has a girlfriend though and I’ll prove you guys wrong” you laugh while Chaewon only gave you a smirk and a scoff.
“When you start dating this guy, I bet you’ll thank us for setting you up like this. Studies can always come second, and who said you can’t multitask?” you bid your goodbye and race to the elevator of your apartment building, sighing from the intense teasing, but before the elevator doors could close, a voice had called over from the end of the hallway.
“Hey! Wait up!” You quickly press the open door button and lo and behold, there stood the exact baker you and Chaewon were just talking about this morning, except he was in a chef outfit. ‘Maybe she was right’ you chuckle.
“Thanks for that— Hey wait, you were with your friends at the bakery yesterday” the tall male recognized you as you nodded back and gave him a friendly smile.
“I’m surprised you even remember me, but I’m even more shocked that you live in the same apartment building” you reply with a laugh. Soobin scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and nods.
“You guys were one of our first customers, so it’s honestly hard to forget since it’s kind of special in a way” the elevator doors open and the two of you walk out, still engaged in a conversation.
“Oh before we do part ways, I’m Y/n! I had plans to head to the bakery later but it seems like your shift won’t start ‘till the afternoon it seems” you say cheekily.
“I’m Soobin, it was nice to meet you. Don’t worry though, I only have one morning class before the others take over for the night, so you will be seeing me right after” Soobin chuckles. Your face heats up so you immediately bid the male goodbye and walk over to your bus.
Microbiology was probably one of the worst classes to ever have in the morning, so a coffee fix for the rest of the day was just what you needed. You offer to buy your other friend Jiwon one too since you needed someone to go with you, just to lessen the effects of being around Soobin at least.
“I’m actually starting to get sick of studying fungi and bacteria all day, can you believe every fucking surface we wipe a swab on has some form of disease” you grimance.
The bell of the bakery chimes and you already see a familiar head of brown hair behind the register. “Hi welcome to MOA’s! What can I get you guys today?” It was still fairly early in the morning, so you guessed that the ones working the morning hours had evening classes just like you.
“One americano and one caramel machiatto, both iced. While we’ll get a breakfast platter please” Beomgyu punches in the order and you hand him your card, once again, to pay. At that exact moment, Soobin had come out of the kitchen to greet you.
“Wait you know her?” Beomgyu suddenly asks. Soobin nods and you greet him back happily, you two had only just met by chance at the elevator of your apartment building.
“She lives in the same building, anyways Y/n this is Beomgyu. Since you’ll be coming here more often, I assume, then you should get to know us” he grins back at you. Beomgyu gave you both puzzled looks but you nod in reply, a grin also plastered onto your face.
“Yeah like she is” Beomgyu muttered under his breath before getting a slap on his shoulder from Soobin in reply.
“Go ahead and find a seat then, your orders will be out in a few” you and Jiwon make your way to a window seat in the corner and take out a few of your notebooks just to go over what was discussed in your lecture.
You write down another important note into your ipad when you hear the clinking of glasses and see another blonde beside your table, you guessed this was the other guy named Taehyun.
“Here you are, tell me how it is before you go by the way! And here’s something from Soobin that he wanted me to give you” he handed you a note and you looked at him confused, then looking over at the counter where you noticed the man as he runs back into the kitchen.
Taehyun walks away as you open the note, your friend Jiwon confused as much as you were. “Oh—? It’s his uh number?” You say in a flustered manner. ‘Let’s get closer! Here’s my number since I’m too shy to actually give it to you :)’ it said.
“Aww! Y/n that’s so cute!” Jiwon squeals as you look away shyly to bring out your phone to type in his number. “Hey, he’s just being friendly don’t be like that!” You deny, but Jiwon wouldn’t let up.
After that day, Soobin had pretty much become a routine part of your life, except that one phonecall after a week of talking to each other. “Y/n?! I didn’t expect you today since you seemed so busy, how was class?” Soobin chuckles from the other line. You smile at his words before replying.
“Well it was pretty ok I guess since we had anatomy, I’m just sad I couldn’t stop by the bakery today because it rained” you reply sadly. You hear the line go silent and hear a few muffled jeers and laughs in the background. ‘Cute’ you thought.
“Don’t mind the guys. Actually, since you called, I wanted to know if you were free this weekend? Taehyun’s taking over for me” Soobin asks.
“I am actually! I don’t really have anything planned right now. What do you have in mind?” You reply a little too enthusiastically. You hear another chuckle on the other line and cover your mouth in embarrassment.
“You’re so cute, let’s go to a café! I don’t want us to feel so lost since it’s our first time hanging out personally” Soobin smiled on the other line before hearing Beomgyu gag from behind him.
“Alright then, text me the time and I’ll put it into my schedule for the week. Bye Soobin! Good luck at work!” The other members all smirked at Soobin and he bids you goodbye as well, this time with reddened ears.
The taller male then turns to his friends who go back to cleaning up before they close the bakery soon. “Yah, it’s nothing. I just made a friend I swear, besides, she lives in our apartment building so it’ll be weird if I didn’t at least make acquaintances with her” he tries to convince them.
“Yeah right, I’d totally ask my cute neighbor out on a date if I were you too. Cut the bullshit Soob, we know you like her” Beomgyu says while laughing. Soobin looks away, they definitely weren’t wrong and even though he did have dreams of becoming a top pastry chef one day, he also couldn’t risk not seeing you again.
“It’s always studies first, but I overheard she’s also one of the top students in her major. You bagged the beauty and brains Soob!” Yeonjun exclaims. Taehyun looks at his friend in confusion as to how he even knew this information, but the older only chuckles in response.
“I got this information from Wooyoung just so you know, he’s pretty close to her other friend Yeji I think” Yeonjun concludes. Soobin sighs and goes to fix the pastry display, he was in for a rough week he supposed.
On your end, your two roommates had also overheard the conversation and squealed just as you ended the call. “He asked you out on a date?! Y/n that’s wonderful!” Chaewon screams, immediately engulfing you into a bear hug.
“Guys it’s just a regular hang out between friends! He’s just our, cute, neighbor and baker you know” you stifle out. Yeji gives you a look of disapproval and flicks your forehead.
“Yeah, yeah. We all know you two are whipped for each other and it’s been two weeks since they opened up, you two will probably make it official before you even start the second date!” She huffs out. You frown, were you really in denial? You wouldn’t know for sure.
The date (if you could even call it that), came by faster than you could blink and now here you were, standing in front of the mirror, with your makeup done and in a pretty white dress with matching white platforms.
“Why do you look so dolled up? It’s a friendly date isn’t it” Chaewon teases. You turn to her and see her leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on her face.
“I just wanted to look presentable you know” you squeak out, knowing you were caugh red handed. It was autumn so you had to take your last chance to at least wear something pretty before layering everything.
“Anyways, tell me the details once you’re back! And take A LOT, and I mean a lot, of pictures with him ok? You two look cute together” Chaewon runs away before you could reprimand her, and you suddenly hear your phone ping.
“Y/n! Someone’s at the door for you!” Yeji calls out lovingly. You stiffen, was it really that necessary for your roommate to act embarrassing at the most inconvenient time? You walk out of your room and make eye contact with Soobin from the hallway.
Soobin’s eyes widen at your form, the two of you were wearing matching outfits, both white and looking like you had dressed for the spring instead of the cold autumn weather.
“So?—“ Yeji was cut short as you sprinted and grabbed Soobin’s hand, leading him down the hallway hurriedly with a laugh.
“I’m sorry, my roommates can be a handful sometimes. Now, where are we going?” You grin. Soobin’s ears redden after realizing your hands were still intertwined, but you didn’t seem that bothered so he led you to his car that was parked in the basement.
“Are you planning to kill me?” You joke. Soobin shakes his head and you laugh. “No, no! Just taking you to my car since the café is in the more uptown part of the city. It’s a bit far but I guarantee you’ll like it” he replies in a flustered voice.
“Are you sure you’re not some murderer plotting my demise and you’re secretly taking me to your getaway house with your actual girlfriend” you blurt out. He looks at you in confusion and now it was his turn to laugh.
“I don’t think I’d be here then if I had a girlfriend, trust me, I’m more into my studies and passion than you think. So, consider yourself a special girl” Soobin unintentionally flirts. You hit his shoulder out of habit, but he didn’t seem to mind either as he continued to laugh at you.
“Why’d you ask me out anyway? My other friends are way prettier and way more interesting than me, and don’t think I’m saying that out of pity, I’m just confused since I’ve always had my head buried in books as well” you admit shamefully.
“In all honesty, I just felt an instant connection with you, call it whatever but I’ve never ever felt like this with someone before” the street lights illuminate his face and you thank the gods above that he can’t see your flushed face in the dimness of the light.
“Oh, we’re here by the way. Let me park and don’t get out until I open the door for you” Soobin parks the car at a spot in front of a very comfy but also expensive looking café, before getting out the driver’s seat to open your end.
You get out and thank him bashfully, the two of you heading inside. It didn’t seem too crowded for a weekend, which relieved you a bit since the ambience was much more peaceful this way.
“Good afternoon! Welcome to Nabi’s, what can I get you two today?” The cashier smiles. You turn to Soobin, and he looks at you with another grin, immediately ordering since you weren’t all that familiar with the place.
The cashier punches it in and Soobin pays for everything, leaving you flustered for the upteenth time that day. ‘What a gentleman, and he’s never even had a girlfriend?’ You tell yourself.
“Your orders will be out shortly, you can take a seat and we’ll bring it right over. Have a good one, and here’s your change sir” Soobin gladly takes the change and leads you to the second floor of the café.
Upon stepping into the seating area, you were immediately greeted with a beautiful view of the city. “Soobin this is amazing!” You run over to the seat next to the window, and this causes Soobin’s heart to race. How could you be so endearing even in the smallest aspect?
“It’s nothing, it’s a place I like to go to when I want to be alone, but I brought you here because it’s special to me” he admits while sitting down in front of you.
“Thank you, I feel very special now that I’ve earned enough trust from the Choi Soobin to be able to go to one of his favorite places” you giggle, your stomach full of butterflies from how he treated you.
“Actually Y/n— I have something to say this and I’m afraid it might be too early, but here it goes” you look at him curiously and stay quiet so you could listen to him better. You were always one to make anyone feel heard and comfortable.
“I really like you Y/n, as if it isn’t obvious enough. The day I saw you with your friends at the bakery, something just stood out to me about you, and after getting to know you, it made you a hundred times more attractive to me. It might be a bit early but I wanted to let you know that I’d be willing to wait for you as long as you let me” Soobin says wholeheartedly.
You were shocked, you liked Soobin just as much as he did you, but his confession and sincerity was so out of the blue. Was this guy really sure about not having a girlfriend?
“Soobin, I don’t know what to say. I really like you too! At first I was pretty in denial with my feelings since I didn’t want to end up as a receptionist in scrubs, but you really opened up my heart in a way. No need to wait, I’ll be your girlfriend” you confess as well.
You stare at Soobin and notice his ears turn red while a huge dimpled smile starts to make it’s way onto his face. “You don’t understand how happy you make me Y/n, I won’t disappoint you” he holds your hand from across the table.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, Soobin and you talking for hours on end about everything you missed out on during the first few weeks of getting to know each other, what you guys had in common, and even planning out the second date.
Soobin and you walk through the basement of your apartment together as he takes you home for the night, dreamy smiles on both your faces and hands intertwined with each other’s. It felt magical almost that you’d even met this guy, he came straight out of a fairy tale.
“I had so much fun today, thank you Soobin. I’m happy we’re together now” you say in the elevator. Soobin engulfs you in a hug and nuzzles his face against the crown of your head, you two really did seem like a lovesick couple already.
“Thank you for today as well Y/n, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Now let’s take you home so you can rest well, even if I don’t want to let you go just yet” he says dreamily.
The elevator dings and you realize that you are already at your floor. You start to feel sad but Soobin still walks you over to your apartment down the hall, the two of you constantly exchanging glances as you get to your door slowly.
“Goodnight Soobin! Thank you again boyfie, I’ll see you tomorrow at the bakery after class?” You quip. Soobin nods and you give him a kiss on the cheek before typing in your door combination.
“Boyfie huh? Goodnight then Y/n, sleep tight baby. I don’t want to let you go” he pouts. You laugh again and give him one last peck, this time on his lips, which caused his eyes to widen again.
“You’ll see me tomorrow! Now rest up you sleepyhead, you always work so hard” after you finish that sentence, you open the door and bid him one last goodbye before he walks away and as you walk into your apartment.
Once the door was closed, you hear the shrieks of your roommates and massage your temples. You were going to be in for it tonight, but at least you finally had the boy of your dreams.
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