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gi4hao · 1 month

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🗓️ ˎˊ- anniversary dates with seventeen

hyung line version! (scoups -> woozi)

— had a really sunny weekend so please enjoy these sunshine-fueled scenarios!

— seungcheol

turns out your anniversary took place during a vacation together, a week-long holiday near the beach. on the d-day, he refuses to say anything about his plans, no matter how many times you ask, to the point where you end up blindfolded as he leads you to his surprise. when you take the blindfold off, the only thing you can see is a white boat awaiting on the shore. at first you’re scared he might have actually bought the boat, but he ‘only’ rented it for a private dinner. the sun has just started to set and you’re glad to have picked one of your cutest outfits because you just know he’s going to be taking as many pictures of you as he can. you might be admiring the sunset, but he'll be admiring you the whole time.

— jeonghan

he truly racked his brain to find the per-fect date idea. on the day, he keeps you guessing with more than vague hints (like “we talked about doing that one day” as if you didn’t talk about literally doing everything together). but he’s confident in his surprise and rightfully so: at first you think it’s just a regular picnic, which would have been fine on its own, but as more people start to gather around you, you realize that a lantern festival is actually taking place here tonight. together, you scribble your wishes and dreams for the future on your lantern. and you love how he’s not even trying to hide what he’s writing: one thing about jeonghan, he’ll never try to conceal anything about his feelings for you.

— joshua

this one has a proud smirk plastered on his face the entire morning, hinting at a surprise. you get in his car around 9am and drive for about twenty minutes until he stops in front of a fancy looking building. “you know how we always talk about moving to a bigger apartment yet never actually visit anything? well i figured today would be the day…”, he tells you excitedly. and it’s only when the realtor meets you on the street that you realize joshua has actually booked a visit. more than one, in fact: throughout the day, you visit four apartments, walking from one to the other hand in hand, already fantasizing about what life is going to look like for the two of you.

— jun

both having a busy schedule, you recently told jun you missed having a proper dinner together and it’s given him the best idea for your anniversary: a nice dinner together without the practical difficulties of going to a fancy restaurant. when you come back home that evening, you find your place tastefully decorated with various candles, flowers and fairy lights. as for jun, he’s done his hair the way you like it best, dressed in an outfit you love, wearing the same perfume from when you first started dating. with a sheepish smile, he guides you to the balcony where the table is set, revealing the stunning city view from your apartment.

— hoshi

his plan for today is to make you feel as loved as ever, and that requires day-long dedication, starting with mandatory prince.ss treatment all morning. around 11, he tells you it’s “time to go” although you still have no idea what he’s talking about. but a 45 minutes drive later, you can make out the blueish color of the sea in the horizon. with him by your side, you know it won’t be just any beach day: picnic on the sand, a long walk along the shore spent saying “look, it’s us!” when you see two relatively close rocks, and most of all, soaking up the sun together in the water, all while being that clingy couple who cannot stop swooning over each other.

— wonwoo

this morning, wonwoo wakes up particularly early to cook breakfast for the both of you. you’re already awake by the time he’s done, but he looks so adorable trying to balance the tray while opening the door with his foot that you pretend like you’re still asleep. later, he surprises you with a gift which looks… a bit odd. you didn’t really expect a QR code. but you scan it anyways, and then everything starts to make sense: the QR code brings you to a website, a shelter website more specifically. “are we…”, you start, a huge smile already on your lips. “going on a shelter date to get a cat? absolutely”, he replies, glad you’re enjoying his surprise as much as he hoped.

— woozi

to him, this is the perfect day to show how much your relationship means to him, because he fears you might not know it well enough (you do). so he’s got a little something prepared… the first part of his plan is to fake an apology: “i’m really sorry, i completely forgot…”. second part is to say he’ll take you to movies another day, which you accept, still half-upset. and finally, last part is to welcome you home on the d-day, takeout ready on the table but most importantly, with a homemade outdoor cinema right in your backyard. thick mattresses, fluffy pillows and a large white screen facing a brand-new projector, he went all out to make sure you feel as cherished as he always does.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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halfwayinmygrave · 6 months

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Fluff Alphabet - LA!Sanji x Reader

Warnings - none really just fluff, no use of y/n, kinda long ig, I don't think I used any gendered terms but please tell me if I did, might be a bit oc? I'm new to writing fanfics so idk (I've only watched the LA one piece so I'm writing based off that one)

I got this fluff alphabet from @anonymousbeefriend-fanfics (I just searched up fluff alphabet template)

(I'm so desperately in love with him😔)

Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

Obviously, Sanji loves cooking with you. His free time is mostly taken up by cooking to satiate Luffy's enormous appetite, so if you spend it with him he's even more head over heels for you. If you just want to sit and keep him company while he cooks, he'll love it. If you want to sit and tell him everything that comes to your mind, he'll gladly listen. Sanji loves listening to you, your voice, learning things about you, your opinions, likes and dislikes. He'd listen to you forever. But if you prefer sitting in silence with him, he loves it too. Just your presence calms him, seeing you chill out with him has him staring at you for a little too long. Sanji would love it if you cooked with you. It doesn't matter if you know how to cook or not, he loves sharing his passion with you.

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Sanji loves romantic surprises. When he's receiving them it just makes him fall in love with you all over again. Knowing you love and care about him enough to put this effort into surprising him, whether that be by a dinner, picnic, or any other kind of surprise, he just loves it. When he finally sees the surprise, he'll kind of just stand there, looking at you with all the love in his eyes. Nobody's ever done this for him before, and his hearts about to burst. When Sanji's giving a surprise, he wants it to be perfect. If he's planning like a romantic dinner for you two, he'll whip up something for the strawhats dinner and then spend time meticulously making your favorite food, after having asked someone to keep you busy so he can keep it a surprise. If your docked he'll have gone out to look for a nice spot to have your dinner, but if you're sailing it'll probably be by Nami's trees (that seems like a nice spot). He loves making you feel loved and reminding you how much he loves you.

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

Of the Strawhat pirates Sanji is definitely one of the better ones at dealing with emotions, he's a bit more in tune with his own and others more than some of his crewmates. So if you're upset he'll definitely notice the changes in your behavior. If you avoid everyone, or lash out, he notices. No matter how close he is with you when it happens, he pays attention to all of his crewmates, and knows when something's off. He comes to find you, making sure nobody's going to try to bother you guys. Sanji might be sweet with his words, but when it comes to comfort he prefers to rely on his actions. He might bring you your favorite tea (or other calming drink), he wants to make you feel safe and understood, because while he might not have been through what you're going through, he wants you to know that he's there for you, and he's always going to be there for you.

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

Sanji would love to dance with you in the dark of night. A night you both can't sleep, you go to the kitchen for a snack or a drink, and you find him there, chopping away in his safe space. Coming up behind him, you run your hands up his waist, kissing his neck softly. He hums softly as you caress him. "Can't sleep?" He asks, turning around to kiss you properly. "Couldn't you" Your hands glide up his body to wrap around his neck, his soft skin emitting a soothing warmth. He starts swaying you around the kitchen, his hands around your waist, your head resting on his chest. He would give anything for this moment to last forever.

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

(I really want to say he would squeal yk like Ken from barbie life in the dreamhouse just like a high pitched "EEEEEE!" idk how to write that but do you see my vision okay nvm) When Sanji gets excited I feel like he talks a lot and it just goes on and on, he's just talking about anything and everything related to what he's excited about. He gives me like rambler vibes but only if he's close to you and he knows you're actually interested in what he has to say and you won't make fun of him.

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

Sanji would love to marry you. He loves you so much, he wants to have you by him forever, his absolute partner. I definitely see Sanji as wanting kids, he wants to be the best father to them.

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

Sanji want to show you how much he loves you, all the time. His gifts are usually handmade, he likes to pour his heart into what he makes you. Also cooking gifts obviously he would love to make you your favorite drink, dessert, meal, anything to show how much he cares about you.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

When you guys are sleeping or cuddling, he likes to hold you. It’s his protective side, he wants to make sure you’re safe in his arms. Your head laying in his chest, his arms wrapped around you. When you’re out and not sleeping he likes to have his hand on you in some way at least a bit, holding hands, his hand on your back as your walking, he loves touching you.

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

Sanji’s idea date is just the two of you, taking time for eachother to spend time just alone. Maybe it’s a picnic on an island you’re docked on, out in a forest clearing, watching the stars while laying by eachother, laughing and pointing out the constellations you know, talking about anything and everything, falling into a comfortable silence as you enjoy the feeling of eachother.

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

Sanji doesn’t get overly jealous, but just a little bit. When he sees another guy talking to you, as if he’s good enough for you? Terrible, he’s the possessive kind of jealous, he’d go up to you talking to the guy, wrap his hand around your waist and kiss your forehead while staring the guy down. He’s yours and you’re his, and he needs this guy to know it.

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

Sanji could never get enough of you, of your lips, against his skin, his own lips. He would kiss you all day everyday if he could but he sadly can’t 😔 poor Sanji so deprived of love and kisses. He loves kissing you all over, and loves it when you kiss him all over. He prefers to keep most of his kisses for private, the ones that are just for the two of you. But he doesn’t mind chaste kisses out on the deck, or giving you pecks in front of the crew. It’s just the passionate kisses, the ones where he’s putting all of his love onto your lips, that he wants private.

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

I’ve definitely said this a ton but Sanji LOVES cooking for you it’s just one of the ways he knows he can show you how much he loves you, but besides that he has other things too he’s not only a chef but your loving boyfriend. Sanji pays attention to you, all of your tells and quirks, he knows them all. He knows the signs of when you’re angry, sad, or annoyed. He knows when to give you space, and when to hold you. He shows you he loves you by taking time for you, he’ll always make time for you. There’s no one he’d rather spend time with.

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

Sanji absolutely melts when you hold his face. He’s not used to soft touches, so when you hold him softly, caressing his cheeks, brushing his hair, soft moments just make him melt into a puddle of sappy love. Please hold him he needs it.

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

Sanji loves giving you nicknames, like love/beloved, my sweet, my one and only, all those really sweet and sappy ones yk. Sanji loves it when you call him nicknames, but his favorite thing you call him is his name, the way it slips off your tongue and out of your mouth graces his ears every time.

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

As we all know Sanji flirts with so many people. So before you guys got together it’s hard to take him seriously when he flirts with you, you think he’s just acting the way he does around everyone else. Sanji is kinda oblivious as to why you aren’t responding to his advances, so he’s all “Aw man do they not like me😖” I love him aw anyways it’s not until Sanji flat out tells you he’s in love with you and was wondering if you don’t like him because you never seem to notice his interest and you guys finally both confess because you both thought the other didn’t like you.

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

Ignore this one being short but I can’t see Sanji having or wanting pets (but I’d force him to deal with my cats anyways)

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Calm and quiet isn’t something that happens often with the strawhats, but when you do get it make sure to cherish it. Night spent with you two holding eachother in your arms, you don’t need to talk, just breathe, relax, don’t worry about anything. Spending time when Sanji’s cooking resting close by him, just taking in each others presence.

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Is Sanji romantic? Is the grass green? Is the sky blue? Is water wet? Am I in love with him? Yes Sanji is a romantic, a hopeless romantic, a sappy, cliche, romantic, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Everything he does for you he pours so much love and care into it. You’re his everything, and he always wants you to know that.

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

Sanji feels safe around you when you don’t rag on him for being himself, when you don’t get annoyed or say it’s weird when he shows his emotion. He feels safe around you because he can be himself, be vulnerable. Growing up with pirates you don’t get to be vulnerable, so when you take care of him and are soft and caring when he finally takes that chance, he knows he’s safe around you.

Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

Super overprotective of you when you’re sick. He knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself, but when your sick? He’s taking care of everything for you. Making you soups and old recipes to help you get better, always checking up on you, making sure he’s doing whatever he can to help and make you comfortable. When Sanji is sick, disaster. He takes being sick better than a lot of guys, but it’s still not good. He tried to argue that he’s perfectly fine and can get back to work and to not worry about it then he’d try to stand up and fall on you. You need to force him to rest, or else he’ll keep trying to get back to work. Take care of him while he’s sick and he’s melting, you’re just so caring and he’s just so I love with you.

Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

The way Sanji looks at you when you’re not looking. You’ll never see it, but the others do. He looks at you like you’re the sun and the moon, the very stars in the sky. He looks at you with all the love in his eyes and while you never see it, you can always feel his love.

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

Sanji loves to spice up your relationship and try new things, different date ideas, different ways to spend time together or finding new ways to spice up what you already do, but don’t be fooled, when things are the same he still loves it. He could never get tired of the things he does with you. A routine calms him down and having you in that routine just makes it all better.

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

Taking a regular bath with Sanji is nice, calming and relaxing. He loves helping wash you, his hands running over your skin, through your hair. And he loves it when you help him, the feeling of your hands, scrubbing him, being so soft on his skin, on his hair. The feeling of you taking care of him is amazing. If you were cleaning up after a fight he’s checking you everywhere for wounds, cleaning the ones he finds and leaving soft kisses around them.

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

Sanji doesn’t have anything against PDA, he loves showing you off and loves having people know you’re together. Now, of course if you’re not comfortable with it, he respect that, he always respects your boundaries. If you don’t like big acts of pda or even just kissing out in public he’ll just hold your hand or be especially close to you all the time.

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

When Sanji misses you his demeanor changes slightly, he gets annoyed at the others a bit more easily, and he’s distracted, he just misses you so much, how could he focus when you’re not around? If you’re gone for awhile he’ll make things that remind him of you, your favorite foods, eating them thinking of how you react whenever he makes it.

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

Sleepy Sanji is fighting so hard against the sleepy allegations. He’s not tired! He just needs to get back to work but don’t listen to him he’s a liar. Drag him to bed, and he’ll go with minimal whining but he appreciates it really he does. He loves laying with you, it’s so comforting. I see Sanji as somebody who moves around during his sleep, just a bit. He just shifts a lot. Sleeping with him is the best, he’s so warm and with his wrapped around you you’re gonna be so cozy and snuggled up.

YAAA this took so long to write ty for reading🫶🫶

#sanji x reader #one piece x reader #opla x reader #op x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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How would they spend their Valentine's Day in the human world

This is part of two of this post, but this time with the dateables. Ignore that Valentine's day has already passed ^-^

Dateable x gn!MC (without Luke)

Diavolo

He was beyond excited about spending Valentine's day with MC. Even more so in the human world. This way they can get away from prying eyes in Devildom.

Makes reservation to some of the best high end restaurants in the human world. He takes the oportunity to try various foods from the human world, especially the ones that MC seems to like.

This is the guy that bought a plot of land for Lucifer just for fun. He will spoil the hell out of MC. I am talking about the finest of jewelry/clothes/items related to their hobbies. He does not hold back.

After dinner he takes MC to explore the city. If it's a city they are familiar with he will beg ask them to show him around. If they are in an unfamiliar place he will insist they go sight seeing together.

He will get some weird looks from people. While in the human world no one knows him as the future king of Devildom, he is still the owner of one of the most successful hotel chains. Also he is dressed extremely fancy but that's beside the point.

He got no sense of danger when it comes to human world. It's canon that he does not understand the concept of stranger danger. He will get scammed if MC is not careful not that his wallet would feel it..

Barbatos

It's Diavolo that convinces him to go celebrate it in the human world. That way he would be far away from his duties as a butler.

Since he is in the human world he wants to try and bake different pastries. He will especially try to make ones that he thinks MC might like.

Would love it even more if they joined him in both shopping for ingredients and baking. It would be like a cute cooking date before actually going out.

Once they are done with baking Barbatos will take them out to have a picnic somewhere with a nice view and away from people. With his powers that could be anywhere. Literally-

MC will have to stop him from trying to serve them different foods and actually relax and not act like a butler. Nothing that a bottle of demonus can't solve MC gotta thank Diavolo for giving them some of his expensive demonus

In theory, once their date is gone they could easily go back to Devildom using Barbatos's powers but he decides to spend the night in the human world. Once he will be back to Devildom he will get busy again, so he wants to enjoy MC's company as much as he can while they are still alone with him.

Depending on MC they could also go to a metal concert while in the human world. He likes that kind of music.

Simeon

It doesn't matter if the two of them will go eat somewhere, he still prepared some home made snacks for the two of them. Luke even helped him!

For the first part of theit date he would love to take it slow and enjoy the human. They might go together to a library and choose a book for each other and then start reading while they eat the food he made in some park.

Once he makes sure that MC is well fed and energized he takes them to an escape room! He loves those

It would be like they have their own adventures, just like the characters in one of his books.

It would probably try to take his sweet time escaping just so he could make the date last as long as possible. He thinks he is being really smart about it...but he forgets about the employees looking through the security cameras. More like he didn't even knew about them.

Even MC noticed the he would try to slow down their escape just so they could spend time together. He could blame it on him not being good with technology so many times after all..

He got no choice but to speed up the whole thing once he got told he can't delay escaping any longer.

This happens after both of them get back to Devildom, but Simeon wants to share all the photos he took on their date...only to realize that 90% of the photos are so bad that he has to delete them...

Solomon

Date at an interactive museum. He loves to experiment and learn new things so he would take MC to one of those museums where you can interact with all sorts of things.

The two of them just spend a lot of time fooling around in there before they leave to go somewhere else. Since they are in the human world he would like to keep it 'normal' but he can't resist the temptation of taking them to various magical places.

I am talking about going to see fucking fairies and magical museums that are hidden in plain sight. Anything that MC might think were only fairy tales or urban legends, he will prove them other wise.

The date quickly turns into 'showing MC all the magical stuff they didn't think it was real. On one hand he doing it that to make them happy since he likes the look on their face when they discover something new, but for the most part he is just showing off.

He even takes them flying in a place where he knows humans wouldn't see them or the levi couldn't follow them using a drone.

The night would have ended like some fairy tale if it wasn't for Solomon insisting that he cooks something for them to end things on a good note.

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strangerthingsfanfics · 2 years

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Anniversary

Pair: Eddie X reader

Warning: mentions of smut

Summary: it’s your one year anniversary with Eddie, and he has something cute planned for you two.

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Today was your one year anniversary with Eddie, and you were so happy and excited. Both you talked about on what y’all wanted to do for today, months in advance. All Eddie, would say “I got something planned don’t worry. All you need to do is look amazing.”.

While getting ready you couldn’t stop thinking of the crazy year you had with him. It wasn’t perfect but to you and him it was perfect. No matter how big or small the argument was, both of you would give each other space to cool down and come back to talk about the problem. You smiled at the thought of your first dumb argument with him which lead both of you to say “I love you” to each other. You helped with his classes and anything else that happened in his life. He helped you with bullying and “studying”. Eddie, is the boyfriend who spoils you and just with gifts but with his attention. Eddie, is always by your side and always reminding you of how pretty/handsome you are. You also remember the first sleepover you had with him and how painted his nails and how y’all tried to cook but it turned into a sexual food fight. You were to busy thinking about your relationship that you didn’t hear your mother say Eddie was here. The minute she said that, the butterflies came back just like the night he asked you to be his partner.

While walking down the stairs you heard Eddie, and your dad just talk about school and his “hobby”. Once he saw you couldn’t but smile and walked to help you down the stairs.

“These are for you, sweetheart!”. He said while giving you flowers.

“These are lovely, thank you! I’m gonna go out them in water and then we’ll leave!”

After that you and Eddie, walked to van. You tried to reach to open the door but Eddie, made some weird sound to distract you.

“nope, I’m the one who opens the door.”

“You’re such a gentleman!”

Once in his van Eddie, ran to the other side of his van and got in. On the drive to spot Eddie, kept giving you on kisses on the top of your hands.

“You look amazing tonight! I can’t wait see you naked tonight!”

“Eddie!”

Eddie, couldn’t stop laughing.

Once to the spot Eddie, opened your door and gently grabbed your arm and walked with to the spot. Once there you saw how he set up a picnic. You got so happy and thought about how your first date with him was a picnic, but right now it looked so much better and more romantic. Eddie, helped to your the blanket and once there you heard a familiar voice.

(Not my photo)

“Welcome, folks what can I get for drinks? For dinner is (your favorite food) and for dessert is (your favorite).” Dustin said.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “How did you get him to do that?”

“I told them if they lost the hellfire campaign then they gotta help with tonight.”

Both you busted out laughing while Dustin, looked mad but happy. He was happy that you enjoyed it but mad that he agreed to the bet.

Once he got your drinks and dinner, he left you and Eddie alone. Both you talked about anything and everything. Eddie, kept talking about his favorite memories of your relationship.

“I gotta say my favorite memory was either asking you to be my partner or the first time I saw you. I remember that day, it was my second time redoing my senior year and your junior year. I saw you the parking lot that morning, but till I saw you walk into lunch I got a closer look at you and saw how beautiful/handsome you looked that day. From that moment I knew I had to make you mine.” Eddie, said while looking into your eyes.

“Awe, my favorite moment was seeing you jump on the lunch table to yell that one teacher. My favorite moment when we started to date, was the first time we had a sleep over. I was so nervous that night and I think you probably could tell. We made brownies that night and I remember you “accidentally” throwing flour at me. It turned into a food fight which ended us in the shower together. That night after doing it was so special to me. You were so gentle after and sang me to sleep. That song reply’s in my head constantly.”

A couple minutes after Mike, brought out your dessert. “You too?”. “Yeah.”. You and Eddie, just started to laugh. Once dessert was over you and Eddie, helped clean everything up.

“Let’s head back to my place, I have a couple of your gifts there. If you know what I mean.” Eddie said while smirking.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson

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novasdarling · 2 years

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hello! can i request the prompt “Are you going to be good for me? Or do I have to fuck that attitude out of you?” for todo aoi

Love this. Here you go. Warning you, it's a bit all over the place. Anyway, enjoy.

Don't Leave Me

TW: Hints of Manipulation, Pushy Todo, Mentions of a Failing Relationship, Noncon, Smut, Female Reader.

The weather was wonderful, perfect for a picnic with your boyfriend, Aoi Todou. He promised you that this weekend would be about you two. Even taking you out of town to rent a small cabin for the weekend. Yet, he kept taking work calls, disappearing once at night. Stating he needed to drive into town due to bad reception. It was a poor excuse. One you barely believed, but no matter how much you complained and tried to remind him this was a couples weekend. He still ignored you for work. You had managed to get Todo to agree to stay a few days longer. Telling him he owed it. He had ruined the romantic weekend, it was his own doing. You were owed at least three extra days.

This picnic was supposed to be cute, romantic. Just you two having lunch by the river. It was nice, it was, but your boyfriend seemed to ignore you. Instead of taking call after call and checking his phone. It was when he had ignored your question for the fifth time that you were fed up and left. Storming off towards the cabin. Staying longer was a clear mistake. The two of you should have just left yesterday like you were supposed to.

Ignoring his calls for you as you made your way back up the path to the cabin. Tears were forming in your eyes. It was dumb, he was being mean and disrespectful. It was useless to cry. It never made any difference. He would always simply just apologize, but then go back to how he was before. All you could do was enjoy the rest of the days you still had here and ignore him. Todou appeared a few moments after you in the cabin, with the remains of the picnic. His apology held no weight.

“Look, I’m sorry, but you know I work a lot.”

That wasn’t an apology. You didn’t want to hear this, getting up you left the room to go to the bathroom. The rest of the afternoon was like that. His words were ignored or met with a dry remark back. Not even calling him for dinner when you finished cooking it. Letting his plate get could while he was out taking another call. Walking in he saw you in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. His cold plate on the table.

“Why didn’t you call and tell me dinner was ready” You shrugged in response. Todo took a deep breath and walked to his plate. Going to warm it up in the microwave beside you. After placing his plate in the microwave, he attempted to slip his hands around your waste.“Look I know you’re mad-” You dodged his embrace and left for the bedroom. Giving him a quiet “enjoy” as you exited the room.

You missed his expression. The anger boiling behind his eyes. Rising at how you avoided him, refused to accept his apology. You used to get it. Be understanding about his work, how busy he was. Sure you didn’t really know what he did, but the cover of him working in an office should be enough. Office people work overtime right, so why can’t you accept his busy life. After all, it's been like this for months. Todou was thinking of what should you two talk about tonight. How could he make you happy?As he entered the bedroom you were about to get up to leave. Making up an excuse to go finish cleaning the kitchen or living room.

“No. We need to talk” His arm blocked the doorway.

“What is there to talk about? You obviously care more about your job than spending quality time with your partner.” Your attempt to leave again was halted.

“No. That’s not true and you know it.” You laughed at his remark, trying to leave again only to be stopped once again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You sounded defeated and upset by him. “Obviously this weekend wasn’t about us. Even the extra few days are probably going to be useless.”

You shoved harder against his arm. Even ducking under his arm to get away. Todou moved to have his whole body blocking the doorway now. Keeping you caged in the bedroom.

“No, this weekend was about us. I-I was just busy. I’m sorry. Babe…”

His apology was worthless right now. He had apologized after the first day, but no change came of it. Tears were once again welling up in your eyes. How could he act like a simple sorry would fix everything? After all, there was no change to come of his words. It was only to make you and him feel better. Make it seem like he feels bad about making you upset.

“This trip was a horrible decision.” Your words were soft. You sounded beaten, tired of him.

Todou was surprised at your words. That you were really so hurt by him. It didn’t make any sense to him. He was working to support the two of you. You deserved the best that life had to offer and he wanted to ensure that he could give that to you. Though, the hurt in your voice was evident enough that it wasn’t all you wanted. Rather, you just wanted him. Todou wanted to make it up to you. Make you realize how much he wanted you. But you were so stubborn. Ignoring his words, his pleas for forgiveness.

“Listen, I-I know it was wrong-” You told him to stop. To forget it. That maybe this relationship wasn’t compatible.

Your words lit something in Todou. Your words were a threat. The idea of losing you drove him crazy. You were his everything, his future. Todou was even planning to propose hopefully soon. Hopping that he would be able to get a ring by the end of the month. He couldn’t lose you. No, that wasn’t allowed. His hands came to cup your cheeks. Pulling you towards his face so he could plant his lips on yours. Searching for some reaction, hoping you’d kiss back. Instead, your lips felt limp against him. Refusing to kiss him back, yet didn’t try to get away from his grasp. Pulling away to look at you, he was met with your doe eyes looking up at him. As if pleading with him, pleading for him to change. Todou hoped it was for change because he would. He’ll change for you. These last days here will be spent proving it to you. Kissing you again. Promising you to change between kisses, promising that he’ll do whatever to make you happy again. Lifting you up while he kept your lips attached. Placing you on the bed as he crawled on top of you. Murmuring praises and promises.

“Aoi, please. I’m just not in the mood after all of this.”

You were tired and sad. It hurt him to hear you like that, but also that you were refusing him. You never did this unless something was seriously wrong. This was all a very real problem. Not something that he could brush away with his smile and words of encouragement like usual.

“Don’t be stubborn. Let me make it better.” His hands began to undress you. Trying to remove your top.

“No-No. You’re not listening.” Your hands came to stop him. Doing very little to stop his actions.

“Aoi listen I love you, but I can’t do this. This isn’t going to wo-”

Todo’s eyes met yours, stopping the words from coming out. They were dark, anger was pooling in them. You had never seen him like this. Only capturing bits of true anger when someone flirted with you in public occasionally.

“No, you listen. I can change. I will change. I'll do anything you want. Just please stay."

You shook your head. Pleading with him to understand that it wasn't going to work. You both wanted different things in life, in the relationship. You wanted someone who would make time for you. His pleading did nothing. You just wanted to go somewhere else. For him to understand it was over. Todou's approach changed, realizing pleading with you wasn't working. He needed to find a new way for you to stay.

"Listen, just listen" He was raising his voice at you. "This is what's going to happen. We can pretend this fight didn't happen. Go back to our trip like we had planned. No more calls." You shook your head. Not agreeing to his proposal. His hand that was keeping you in place tightened. "That is what's going to happen, it wasn't a choice sweetie. Now, are you going to be good for me? Or do I have to fuck that attitude out of you?”

He had a smile on his face, but his words were anything, but soft. They silenced you, stopping you in your tracks from trying to sit up and move away. From trying to get your shirt back on as he slipped his hands under to take it off. Interpreting your silence as subornation. There was no fight left to give. You still loved him, perhaps it would be best to just let him have this last night. His last night of having you as his girlfriend. So you laid back when he placed you on the bed, and let his lips plant kisses across your body. Leaving hickies as he went along. Hands groping your thighs and waist. Todou moved in-between your legs. Holding them apart.

“Be good, please. And I’ll be so much better.” Those words made your heart flutter, but you couldn’t trust him. Not after all of this.

You allowed him to undress you completely, kissing your bare skin. Moving lower down your body until his mouth found your cunt. Delving into it. Eating you out like he was starving. As if you tasted like the best thing he ever had. The moans leaving his mouth were pornographic, overexaggerated. The pleasure was building up fast, he always had an ability to do that. Bringing you to the brink of your orgasm so fast and hard. His tongue twirling around your clit. Going from teasing your clit to delving into your entrance. Grabbing at your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

“Fuck baby, you just taste so good.” There was a part of you that wanted this. To fall back into the routine of loving him unconditionally like a puppy. However, it wasn't practical anymore. Todou most of felt your tension, your reluctance to let him have his way fully.

“Sweetie, relax please.” So you did. Trying to relax, forgetting the fight. The disappointment that was directed towards him. Relax, just relax and enjoy what he’s offering. After all, this was the last night you could.

Todou’s tongue brought you to your orgasm soon after you relaxed. Screaming his name as his face was coated with your arousal. He looked up at you as he wiped his face with his hand. Moving so he could undress. Removing his top and bottoms. You watched as his dick sprung free. It was huge, with a few prominent veins running on the top and bottom. It was always intimating. Huge, both in length and width. Though it always filled you, hit all the right places. Leaving you cock drunk and begging for more. Todou moved to be on top of you.

“Thank you for listening.” He placed a kiss on your cheek as he lined himself up with you. Pushing in slowly as you grabbed at him. Trying to accommodate for his size. “I know, I know, come on relax for me, baby.” So you tried again. Relaxing your muscles as he pushed in more. Filling you inch by inch. You were so full as if there couldn’t possibly be more, but you knew better. There was always more with Todou, it seemed like it never ended. “There, it’s in.” Todou began to thrust slowly into you. Letting you adjust to his size. No matter how much you two had sex, it was always difficult to take him.

You knew you needed more than just love in a relationship. You wanted more, wanted to help him be better. Make him the boyfriend you knew he could, the one he thought he was. As he fucked into you, you pictured him being all he promised. Perhaps if he truly changed the last few days, there could still be a future. It was a hope that was caused by him promising you everything, him fucking into you like he was a man on a mission. It was lust that was causing you to backtrack on your previous words and notions.

The thrusts were deep and gaining speed. The moans that left your lips were real and made Todou ecstatic. All he wanted to do was to make this shitty vacation better. Make everything up to you. Have you back like before. Following him around like a little lost puppy. So determined to get his attention. Yet here you were. Laying beneath him trying to stifle moans and avoid looking him in the eye. After giving him all that unnecessary silent treatment. Acting like a brat that was ungrateful for all he did for the two of you. But he could be understanding, he could help you with what you. Become more of what you wanted. His thrusts were speeding up. It was always so hard to hold himself back with you. Feeling your tight walls squeeze his dick. Gripping him like you never wanted him to leave. If only he could never leave. Never stop feeling your body against him. He’ll fuck you so well that you’ll remember who you belong with.

“Such a good girl. Fuck, yes that’s it, baby. So good for me now. That attitude is long gone huh?” You looked so beautiful split open on his dick. Watching as he went in and out of you. Trying to get as deep as possible. “So good for me. It looks like all you needed was your boyfriend’s dick to behave.” Todou’s lips were pressed against yours quickly after. Searching for your reaction. Wanting you to want him back.

It was hard to deny Todou, especially when he was thrusting into you like this was the last time he would feel you. Focusing on Todou’s face, you saw how blissed out he was. How when he made eye contact with you, his eyes held nothing, but pure love and desire. Reminding you of why you fell in love with him. You felt him begin to thrust into you at a sloppy rate. He was close.

“I love you.”

Those were the only words Todou needed to hear in order to finish. Giving you shallow thrusts while he began to fill you. He collapsed. Seeking comfort in you. Clinging onto you as he kissed along your jawline. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He promised to be better. Which he did for the remainder of the trip. Refusing to take another call unless you were asleep. Doing whatever you wanted as long as he got to keep you and have you as much as he wanted at the end of the day.

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my-1heart · 2 years

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Will you be mine?

Valentine’s Day Special! (Genshin & Obey Me)

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Itto, Gorou, Thoma, Asmodeus, and of course the reader!

Reader: Gender Neutral

How do they ask you to be their Valentine?

Genshin Impact

♡ Zhongli

When he realized about how soon this upcoming holiday was, he tried to plan on how to ask you. But he ended up with just wanting to be straightforward. So, he went to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers and went straight to your house or work place to ask you right then and there.

Of course you were mighty surprised since Zhongli kinda just popped out of nowhere. You invite him in and led him to somewhere more private to ask what the matter was.

He then tells you he realized something important was on its way, so he wanted to still have a chance to ask you a question before then. Of course this leaves you even more confused, but he assures you this will be something positive.

Then he pops the question.

“Will you be my Valentine, dearest?” He’d ask, handing you the bouquet.

♡ Childe

He buys you something he knew you’d like, along with your favorite food. He planned to wait for you to get home and to ask you over dinner. He also might have dressed up nicely cause impressions matter, but who am I to say?

Of course when you arrive, you are quite taken aback at your very nicely dressed boyfriend. Of course immediately, he greets you and ushers you to sit down at the table.

Small talk began as you both ate, when suddenly he clears his throat and asks for your attention.

“My lovely love, can I ask that you be my Valentine this year?” He asked, looking at you adoringly.

♡ Diluc

Candle lit dinner for 2? Yes please! He cooks the courses that you both were going to have. I like to think it wasn’t too fancy but wasn’t basic either. He also likes to take his time, so by the time he asks you, it’s when you’re both cuddled up by the fire.

Being all warmed up by the fire after a delicious dinner, was causing you to get a little sleepy. Diluc caught onto this and began talking to you to keep you awake.

You may or may not have noticed how nervous he was. There were many tell tales to expose him of this, but of course you let it slide as he suddenly pops the question.

“Darling, would you be happy with being my Valentine this year?” He asked, gently guiding your face to look at him.

♡ Kaeya

As busy as he is, he did plan a little stargaze picnic (even though it was quite cold) at Starsnatch Cliff. There, he had everything planned. From the meal to a way to keep you both warm during this winter evening.

Being the gentlemen he was, he definitely came to escort you to said picnic place. (How sweet.) When you arrived, you could see how nicely everything had been set up. To say you were impressed was putting it mildly.

He urges you to sit down and sits down right after you. After you both ate, you both laid down and began taking in the details of the night Teyvat sky, until Kaeya perches himself up on his elbow and begins to admire you.

It starts with a little flirting then his voice gets a bit gentler as he asks you.

“I heard from a little bird that my Calla-Lily wanted me to ask you to be my Valentine, so will you?” He asked, laughing at your flustered state.

♡ Xiao

Xiao had absolutely no clue on how to go about this, but one thing was for sure… he wanted to do something for you. So? In the moments he had been free, he went to nearby places to look for things.

Believe it or not, he knows how to make flower crowns. Why you may ask? Well sometimes when he’s out patrolling, he stumbles upon kids playing and making flower crowns.

So using the knowledge he got from watching from afar, he makes one for you. Upon seeing you, he hastily but gently shoved the flower crown in your direction.

“I heard mortals celebrated a holiday this month. Something for couples?” He asked, looking a little puzzled when you laughed.

You asked him where he heard this from and he told you, Verr had been talking about this to some customers. You nodded when he explained. He was right after all.

“Then… shall we celebrate it together?” He asked, now placing the flower crown atop your head.

♡ Itto

He honestly wanted to bring you out to the city and just hang out with you. Of course in doing so, kids all around are asking him to play games with him (and betting snacks of course.)

Stakes were raised each round. Until one kid had a bright idea, that didn’t seem so bright to Itto.

“Whoever wins gets a hug from [name]!” One kid screamed, causing all of them to agree.

This caused Itto to huff a bit, but he returned to his normal attitude pretty quickly, saying “I’ll win for sure then.”

And of course because your hug was a prize, he did his best to win. Sure enough, he won! And that is also when he decides to ask you.

“Love bug, since I won, I can also name my prize right? Then will you be my Valentine?” He asked, giving you a toothy grin.

♡ Gorou

Gorou had anticipated if he’d be able to make it back in time for this holiday. Sure it was only one day, but it’d be more special for the both of you, since this would be the first holiday you both spent together since he’s been away.

Luckily, the battle had ended a long ways before this holiday. Gorou could be seen in higher spirits for the rest of the time at the base.

Ultimately he had no plan on how to ask you. So while he made his way back to your shared house, he tried to think of many different ways.

But the moment he saw you, he picked up his pace. His tail could be seen swaying side to side as he ran and quite literally tackled you.

“Butterfly! Butterfly! I’m home! I’m home!” He cheered, now hugging you tightly.

Of course, you had not expected him to be home so quickly, so you were quite surprised to open the door only to be tackled.

Before you were able to say anything, he suddenly looks you directly in the eyes and blurts out the very question that had plagued his mind for days.

“Butterfly, I really want you to be my Valentine!” He blurts out, visibly flustered as realization sets in.

♡ Thoma

Buckle up this one’s a long one.

It was another regular day at the Kamisato Estate, when Ayaka suddenly asked Thoma if he had any plans with you for this upcoming holiday.

“Oh! Right! That’s coming up soon… aha… I still don’t know exactly how to ask them…” he explained, albeit flustered at this statement.

It was just a question after all, why was it so hard to ask? In the midst of this conversation, snow began to fall. This only caused Thoma to want to finish his chores quicker. It’d be terribly cold if he were to leave late in the night.

After hours and hours of quick work, he was now heading out the front door, bidding Ayaka a good night, but he then noticed a familiar figure at the front of the estate walls.

“Sweetheart? What are you doing all the way out here? It must be freezing!” He’s speaks, visibly all over the place with his train of thoughts.

This caused you to laugh. It was obvious you came all this way cause you missed him and you wanted to visit the estate again. You told him that you came to accompany him home, to which he replied with a smile.

On the way home, you both were walking hand in hand and exchanging small talk. Soon enough you walk ahead a bit to see what else the snow had covered. As he watched your careful movements, he suddenly remembers his previous conversation with Ayaka.

Suddenly he quickly catches up to you, putting your hands in his and with every ounce of courage he has, he finally talks.

“Although this may not be as extravagant as I had hoped, I’d like to ask for you to be my Valentine this year, Sweetheart.” He says before kissing the back of your hands.

Obey Me (wanted to write more, but I got tired)

❥ Asmodeus

Asmodeus was always on top of the game. Everyone knew it. And so it was to no one’s surprise, he had planned to ask you to be his Valentines date on the first day of February.

Plan after plan, Asmo was at a lost for words. How was he to ask you to be his Valentine, when he wasn’t even set on a plan? But for his sweet cupcake, he’d surely come up with a plan that would sweep you off your feet! And so began the long process of planning.

After scrapped plan again and again, he came up with a final plan. His sweet cupcake, will be gifted with cupcakes! It’s a perfect plan. Clique sure, but who doesn’t like a clique. All that’s needed now is the star and the cupcakes!

Working hard to bake the cupcakes needed, he settled with the bouquet of cupcake flowers idea. He easily busied himself in the kitchen, sometimes having Satan taste testing. Bye the end of many long hours and fails, he finally pulled off his best batch of cupcake bouquets.

Now he just had to find you. Easily enough, he sent you a text to meet him in his room and soon his plan was in session.

As you knocked on his door, he opened it and led you in. To your surprise, you see a beautiful bouquet on his vanity. Even more surprised to find out they were all cupcakes.

“My sweet cupcake, I was hoping this cupcake bouquet would win over your heart and you’d accept becoming my Valentine this year.” He said cheerily.

“So then, my cupcake, will you be my Valentine this year?” He asks, pulling you closer by the waist.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY 2022!

Note: this was finished at like 2 am so I do apologize if somethings don’t make sense or there are tons of grammatical mistakes TvT

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adachicuto · 2 years

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valentine’s with skz

a/n: didn’t have the time or energy to do a little series like i did with ptg but i hope this is okay bc it’s kind of all over the place

warning: food mentions

↳ bang chan:

for chris, valentine’s is just an extension of what he’d already do for you. i don’t think he’d do anything different on valentine’s day but he’d make sure to let you know that he loves you and that no matter how busy he is, he’d always be there for you and you’d do the same for him. he’d love spending the day with you to talk and cook together and would blush when you’d explain how much you love him and that you’d always want the best for him. it wouldn’t really matter what you’d do, anything would be enough for both of you.

↳ lee know:

he’d cook for you and whenever you’d try to help him he’d point to the living room with almost a serious face but he’d have to laugh at the pout on your face. you wouldn’t give up easily so he’d finally accept your help. and even though he wanted to do everything himself, he’d appreciate your help. also, random dancing around the kitchen. after eating dinner, you’d put on his favorite movie and you’d both give soonie, doongie, and dori their valentine’s gifts bc it’d be cute and why not.

↳ changbin:

not-so-fancy fancy dinner? like it wouldn’t be dinner at a 5-star restaurant. it could just be you, him, and your favorite takeout and it’d be enough for both of you. changbin would still get you something like flowers or whatever you’d like and he’d have the biggest smile on his face when you’d give him a little scrapbook of pictures of the two of you over the course of your relationship with cute little notes written under each picture. the rest of the day would be spent listing off reasons that you love each other.

↳ hyunjin:

huge romantic would plan the sweetest date night for the two of you. it’d be a rooftop date, if you’d be okay with that, and there would be a few candles and food. for a gift, he’d give you a collection of drawings of you because it’d feel a little more sentimental to him and you’d love it. it’d be the sweetest gift to you. after dinner, he’d show you the little art setup he put together for the two of you to draw, talk, and drink your favorite tea or other drink. he’d stare at you as you’d draw and think your focused face would be so cute,

↳ han:

last-minute rushing around the city to find your favorite cheesecake but it would actually be kind of fun. like, you’d make a few stops here and there bc one of you would see a valentine’s themed photo booth and bc you’d see a cute plushie for bbama. stopping for lunch bc all of the running around would make both of you hungry. once you’d finally find a cheesecake you’d go home to watch your favorite movies and goof around. before the end of the day you’d make sure to tell him how much he means to you and vice versa. a little chaotic but overall it’d be a cute day.

↳ felix:

i think felix would take you on a picnic date in the park and he’d pack you favorite foods and snacks and of course brownies. the two of you would talk most of the time until you’d both get distracted by someone walking a dog and you’d both ask to pet it and it’d be so cute because of how excited felix would be. you’d probably spend most of the day in the park talking about your favorite things and just take in the moment and he’d probably sweetly kiss the top of your head every now and then and he’d be so proud of himself.

↳ seungmin:

he’d take you on a café date in the morning to get breakfast and your favorite drinks. the two of you would spend the rest of the day baking together and when you’d be in the middle of something he’d sneak away to get your gift which would be a puppy stuffed animal or something else equally cute. after exchanging gifts you’d finish up what you were baking and just cuddle for pretty much the rest of the day. and before bed he’d sing little snippet of a ballad that he’s working on and it’d be the sweetest thing

↳ i.n:

jeongin would get you the cutest valentine’s day card and flowers bc he’s a sweetheart and he’d be a little shy about it but he’d be happy that you would like the gifts. the two of you wouldn’t feel the need to go out so, you’d stay in and play video games and take pictures of each other to set as your lock screen. then you’d both get hungry and order takeout or something and later you’d both probably end up falling asleep and he’d wake up an hour later to kiss your forehead aww.

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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I saw your post of the Lords reacting to there s /o getting killed by mother Miranda but wat if they puld a uno reverse and kill her 🤔

okay so slight warning on this one it’s a little graphic for violence as miranda dies and also for the sake of this HC miranda can be killed much easier bc i didn’t want to write too much for it! I’m not super happy with how it turned out since it’s kinda rushed so i apologise that it’s not my best but enjoy nonetheless. also if you want to know the context go and read the first HC for these, it’ll make more sense!

Alcina Dimitrescu

The event of your death had crushed the Lady Dimitrescu as she never quite returned to her normal self.

The quiet grieving was getting to her, eating at her heart as she missed you every single day.

She missed holding you in her arms, playing with you hair, going to dinner together and all the things that now make her feel nothing but sourness and empty on the inside.

One day she’s called to a meeting with Mother Miranda, an odd request ever since she remained in the castle walls.

However, Alcina accepts to meet Mother Miranda, having felt numb for a number of months now. The first thing she notices is that she’s alone, none of the other siblings are amongst the pews of the Church.

Something in her breaks and her long nails extend as she sees red in her vision. All the grief and pain she’s felt from losing you gets channeled as she picks up Miranda by the throat and cuts her with her razor sharp nails, watching the look of surprise on her face.

Alcina has a grin on her face as she watches Miranda’s eyes slowly get heavy, her gaze intense as she wants miranda to see all the pain she’s caused her.

When she finally lets go of Miranda she’s breathing heavily, flattening out her dress which is now stained in blood.

Killing Miranda didn’t make her pain go away though and mascara stains her pale face as she realises that you’re not coming back to her.

She crumbles to her knees and finally lets herself mourn for you outside of the Castle walls.

The pain of losing you never leaves her and no matter how many times she replays the death of Miranda in her head, no matter how many times she convinces herself that she avenged you her heart breaks further.

And so she returns to the confines of her castle where she continues to mourn for you, the one she loved dearly and will miss for eternity.

Donna Beneviento

Following Mother Miranda after witnessing your death i’d liked torture for Donna.

Each day her chest rings with an unbearable amount of pain and grief as she sits silently behind the woman that took you away.

When they’re at family meetings she’s zoned out, her head drifting back to the happy times with you and remembering how you used to hold her and take her on picnics with Angie.

Her thoughts are always broken when she realises that tears have welled in her eyes and she mustn’t cry in front of Mother Miranda.

One day she’s sitting on her balcony, holding a warm cup of tea in her hand as she watches the waterfall. It was one of your favourite things to do together, especially on early mornings like this one where the mist catches the light beautifully.

The warms of the cup and the business of the water make Donna feel like you’re still here, as if you’re keeping her hands warm instead of the porcelain cup. She finally allows her mind to rest for five minutes as she listens to the roll of water, oh how it mimicked your soothing voice.

In a cloud of black dust, Mother Miranda appears at her front gates and she instantly starts rambling about some new experiment.

Donna isn’t listening however, and she’s upset that Miranda- the woman that took away the only good thing in her gloomy world disturbed her only peaceful moment since your death.

Donna uses her Cadou to make Mother Miranda hallucinate all the pain and suffering she’s feeling, watching as Miranda clutches her head in pain, completely disoriented.

In an instant she summons Angie and through the doll she attacks Miranda in her weakened state.

It’s over in an instant, but it left her form shaking slightly as she longs for you to hold her like you used to.

On shaky legs, she slowly walks over to the little wooden bench she was sitting on and picks up the cup once more, this time Angie sitting next to her.

The cup is cold in her hands and tears roll down her face silently, still in complete shock as she feels the cold wind settle on her cheeks.

The atmosphere feels sour now and she no longer feels your presence or your warmth, the sun hidden behind clouds as the loneliness settles over her once more.

Salvatore Moreau

For his whole life, Salvatore has begged for the attentional and appraisal of Mother Miranda.

But now he doesn’t know what to think, apart of him is so betrayed and angry at her for taking you away but the other half of him, the part holding him back is so devoted to her that he’s never known life without unquestionable loyalty to Miranda.

These days he tears himself apart with it, never knowing what to do or where to think as he jumps between the two mindsets.

When you were with him, you slowly showed him a life beyond Mother Miranda, one that you could both have together if only he’d let you show him.

Now that dream is crushed, but it’s your voice that plays in his head. Your confident but soft voice guiding him to push Miranda away. And so he does.

He waits until everyone has left another one of the countless family meetings until it’s only him and Miranda.

He morphs into his monstrous state, using all the grief he feels from losing you to help him get through what is no doubt a difficult task to go through with.

It’s really the acid that he releases that causes the end of Miranda as he returns to his normal form, watching as she falls to the ground.

“I’m sorry…”

Salvatore is shocked that he even had to power to betray Miranda, knowing that apart of him was still very much devoted to her and her praise.

But nothing, no amount of false love or indoctrination could make Salvatore love anybody more than he loved you and now he’s lost both.

Still he mourns for you each day and each night, never quite knowing what to do with himself but he tries to stay strong for you and tells himself that even though you’re gone he still loves you.

Karl Heisenberg

Since the death of his beloved, Karl has worked non stop to get his army ready.

He’s neglected to take care of himself, barely sleeping or taking a break from building his army as he works tirelessly to kill the woman he’s hated his whole life.

He can’t see the point in taking care of himself, he never really did it to begin. Even more so now as he remembers how you used to take his hand and drag him away from work where you took care of him with home cooked meals and warm showers.

He knows, in some way that you’d be upset to see him like this and his own self depreciation makes him curl in on himself as he can’t do anything without you.

Finally after months of gruelling hard work, his army is finally ready all that he’s ever wanted to do and achieve is fuelled that much more since he lost you.

When Karl finally standing before Mother Miranda, hammer in hand, his body moves on autopilot. He doesn’t even register what he’s done until he pulls his hammer back and Miranda’s lifeless body falls to the floor.

As the adrenaline wears away an emptiness washes over him. That freedom that he wanted for so long always included you in it and now you’re gone.

You were both going to move away together, start a new life with each other and be free of the wrath of Miranda.

When he returns to the factory he packs up the very few belongings he owns, feeling the exhaustion kick in after days of no sleep and fighting.

He places all the photos you took together on a polaroid camera Karl restored for your birthday, wishing he could see your smile just one last time.

He throws in a few other things of yours and his clothes before he walks out of the factory gates, turning to look one last time.

He’d leave and find that new life that you both wanted, it would never feel quite the same without you in there but now there was nothing left in his factory but death and mourning.

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forthechubbies · 3 years

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Our Little Wife Vol 2

Genres• Romcom, Nsfw!, Cursing, Sexiest behavior, degradation, and manipulation

Duos• Poly!Mafia!BTS X Chubby! Reader

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TagTeam @lolalee24 @mwitsmejk

“ Kisses speak louder than words.” Jimin's lap is more than inviting. " I missed my pretty-" Now, in better proximity, The red puffiness of your eyelids was apparent to Jimin. " You've been crying?” You don’t have to look at him to tell his face curdled faster than milk. “Why?.. Did Jungkook make you cry again?!”

“Huh!?” Jungkook stopped in mid-growl battle with Taehyung to look at the hyung falsely accusing him. “That was one time, and I’m still apologizing to this day, plus she’s e crying about-“

You signed Jungkook to zip it! Your Husbands hate hearing you talk bad about yourself to the point it makes them angry, not at you but everyone else who dares to speak ill towards their darling.

“The-weather it’s been raining all day, and Puff was a surprise picnic for the gang.” Nice Save.

Jimin cooded, squeezing you against his body. “Aw, it's okay—no need to cry. You can try another day.”

You nodded and decided to drop the subject before it was too late. “How was work? Did you like the lunch I made you?”

“Work is..work-and yes, the homemade kimchi was delicious much like you.” He purrs in the crock of your neck.

“Dinner-!” Jimin’s ears rung as you hurried your way to the kitchen to find one of your older husbands beat you to the punch.

“What did I tell you about leaving the kitchen unattended?” He scolds, sucking the tomato sauce off his pinky, and clicks his tongue at the taste. “You’re cooking as improved, my sunflower.”

“Thank you, Hobi-How did you?”

“I came in through the garage.” He threw a look at you over his shoulder, but the purple lace wrapping itself your plump you doughy figure made him do a double-take. “ Based on the color, this was for Jungkookie when he got home.” He captivated you into his arms by your waist and kept your breast pressed against his chest. “Finders keepers”

Hobi’s lips pecked all over the surface of your breast.

“But Kookie has been here all day; he was even sweet enough to help me with the laundry.”

Animosity with a dash of betrayal replaced Hobi's lust. “ What he was supposed to be sick as a dog!? So sick we admitted him into the hospital last night!” He grumbled. “Where is the little faker?”

You pointed towards the living room. I mean, sure, You ratted out your husband, but it takes a lot for Hobi to get pissed off and when he does. It's better to surrender immediately.

“Kook!” Hobi marched to the living room with you following close behind.

“Ah!.. Hyung-” Jungkook threw in a slight dry cough for good measure. “I was discarded earlier this morning, but I-”

“Save it, Kook-You skipped out of important business just to hung out with Yn...Can you not comprehend how crucial your role is?!” Hobi barked; Jungkook didn't bat an eyelash.

“Why am I getting so much shit over a one-time thing?!”

“Watch your mouth, You brat.” Hobi hissed. “What if something happens the moment we need you the most, and where are you!? Playing doctor with our wife-get your head out your ass.”

“It’s rude to speak of business matters at home.” Jimin’s butting in would have added fuel to the flame if the message weren't double encrypted; lucky the men could read between the lines.

Hobi and Jungkook eyed Yn sitting on the sidelines watching their argument with a worried wart expression.

“What’s with the long face, Honey pot” Taehyung's lips brushed against your bare shoulder. “Hyungs must have to work late tonight.”

You shrugged the feeling of your hubby's lips off your shoulder. “ Again.” You moaned in dismayed. “Dinner is getting cold. I'm going to go take a bath.” You rarely had the privilege of seeing all your husbands in one room besides hitting the hay since that's where you sleep, and often they come home in the ungodly hours of the night, leaving their poor little wife all on your lonesome.

Although before them, your life was pretty bland, and your list of friends wasn't wildly impressive like most, but you were satisfied with them. Four female entrepreneurs/philanthropists, a couple of suit-wearing badasses were your best friends until Namjoon claimed they were a trouble influence.

“Something smells fantastic!” Namjoon frowned his brows after the pungent smell of home cuisine after a long hard day. “Puddin, I brought you something on the way home.”

"Really-" So many gifts in one day.

Jin squeezed past Namjoon in the door frame. “ Why do you feel the need to block the doorway-” He sniffed. “ Hey, You cooked. I thought I said I was cooking tonight.” Jin leaned over to smooch you.

“ I thought you would be exhausted from working all day, so I thought it was the least I could do.” You explained.

A diamond butterfly choker twinkled to your eyes. “Oh my goodness, Namjoon-” You utterly speak less. “ What is with you guys giving me gifts. I don't need all this. I'm already thankful for you guys.” You pecked Namjoon’s lips.

Namjoon scoffed. “you deserve the world, Cupcake.”

“Go seat at the dinner table, Honey.”

Smiles and belly laughter filled the dining room to the brim. Of course, Seven tipsy men were going to have a ball of their own, especially in each other company Hell; even Yoongi started joining in, but You quietly sat at the end of the table, adorning their merriment yet somewhere bring you distress not physically no but mentally and it's been weighing on your chest for quite some time.

Maybe tonight is the night you have been the problem into the light.

You erected out your chair; you would've been standing for hours for somebody to notice; thankfully, Yoongi looked your way. “ What's wrong, Kitten?” He asked, sporting a grin along with flush-out cheeks.

“I-I think I should get a job.” How can a person sound firm yet so frill in sync?

The room paused and-

“What?” Taehyung slightly startled you. “Honey pot, Most people hate the word job, and you want one...willing?”

“ I just thought it would be better if I-”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “She's been watching dramas again; you can tell from that look in her eyes. The real world isn't like those stories you watch, Sweetheart-”

“I know that” You splash an attitude right back in Jimin’s face. “ I hate being in this house all day. I want to be a breadwinner too.”

Jin butted in. “But you do have a job; you're a housewife, and you get paid in hugs and kisses.”

The others shook their heads in agreement, but you refused to back down without a fight.

“ That's not fair! I sit here and wait on hand and foot for you guys, and most of the time, I don't even get a thank you! If the case nobody will be here to doing the housework, get a maid and a personal chef-.”

“No.” Namjoon glared at you. “The answer is no, it’s hell outside these walls especially for someone as special and beautiful like you. Just the other day, A woman’s body was found out too far from here, She was headed home from work before she abducted, raped, and killed.” Namjoon bites his inner cheek. “And if something like that were to happen to our doll, Hell would be a safe haven from those bastards after we’re done with them.”

You held tears in your eyes. “I'm going to my room. I want to take a bath. G-goodnight.” Maybe it is for your own good, You haven’t step foot outside without one of your husbands beside you in years. Joonie always knows what’s best for you. Right?

Your bedroom. A separate room housing all your beloved jewelry, clothes and etc. A honeymoon gift from Jin " Every princess deserves their own room." is what he declared. The interior design creates the illusion of stepping into another dimension, An uncountable amount of space to isolate yourself from the outside world and, right now, Your unbearable husbands.

Meanwhile, Downstairs.

“The mouth on that one. You spoiled her, Hyung.” Taehyung was quick to direct the blame on Namjoon.

“Pardon? You're the one who brought her a whole Victoria secret store once!” Namjoon spat.

Jin snapped at Taehyung. . “He did what!? You little-Was that the ‘life-changing purchase’ you were talking about!? Unbelievable…143,049,190 won and for what!?” Jin's anger slowly transformed into confusion. “Why am I the only one upset?.. What’s happening?”

“If you think about it’s a pretty reasonable investment,” Yoongi affirmed. “All those deliciously skimpy outfits for our kitten to wear for us seems like a win-win to me.”

Jin becomes quiet as a thought bubble formed over his head. A solid image of your plushie chubby body decorated in delicate lace that he's just going to destroy anyway popped up.

“Jinnie,💕” You would blow a kiss his way.

Jin giggled, melting into his chair.

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"It's been two days! She's still in that room, and you're telling us we should do nothing." Jin hopped in the unfazed Yoongi's face. "Shouldn't you be a little more concern for our wife?"

Hobi joined Jin. " He's right! Kookie, Go break the door down."

Without a second thought, Kookie hopped to his feet. "What!" Jimin shouted, speeding across the room to stopped the muscle bunny. "Do you know how expensive that door was?! Jeon Jungkook!!"

"She's not in there."

"What!!"

Taehyung swaggered in the living room, slamming photographic pieces of evidence of their doll's disappearance. "To be accurate, She left the night of the fight." The husbands scrambled to the pictures; there she was clear as day, at 4 am fully dressed, hopping into the back of a limousine with the license plate reading 'MMMOO4."

"Creampuff." Said the heartbroken bunny. "Where did you go?"

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quartzalynlove · 2 years

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Hellooooo!!

Can I have date ideas for 4taro? Since he is shown as a busy man, what does he do to spend time with reader?

Of course hun :) I decided to make this a scenario, I hope that's okay!!

Jotaro was hardly home, but that was okay

He told you what he was dealing with and apologized if he wasn't always there...the sweetheart

You always told him it was okay and it didn't matter how far he was just so long as you could call him yours

The two of you have scrapbooks

You'd look through yours when you missed him and he would look through his when he missed you

When you went on dates you always took Polaroid pictures and kept momentos for them

His favorite page was your first aquarium date where he took a picture of you smiling at the dolphins

Your favorite was a picnic date you had when a butterfly landed on his hand

The sun hit him so beautifully in that moment

When came home he did everything to make up for his time gone

He always brought you back a souvenir like a t-shirt or mug

His make up dates could range from cooking you a romantic dinner and cuddling up to watch a movie to taking you to a fancy restaurant and having a night out with you

He'd do whatever it was you wanted

On his first night home he'd hold you close

You'd ask him everything that happened and listened as he stroked your hair

It'd be hard when he was gone but it would all pay off when you saw him again

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Hi there <3 I've read some of your works and i'm in love with your writing. May I please request a fluff gojo x fem!reader? Like they finished their work in the evening and spend the rest of the night together at home💕 It could be a oneshot or a hc, whichever you feel to write. Thank you so much ^^ I'm sorry just in case my request is somehow not really clear☺️

Of course! here you go <3

Mochi

Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: none! entirely fluff! this will quite literally rot your teeth. afab reader

a/n: this ended up being a little longer than I intended lol whoops

Word Count: 2.5k

Satoru Gojo is a busy man.

The strongest can't really take a break. He’s on call 24/7. People are pulling him in all directions simultaneously. With everything that's been going on, between the mess with Sukuna, and everything happening at the school, he’s been short on time.

He needs a break.

He's more tired than he lets on. He’s good at hiding it. Especially around his students. It's hard to pull him away from his work. He's insistent that he’s fine. When you’re around someone for so long, you learn to pick up when they aren't. He can pretend to be fine all he wants. You know otherwise.

Sometimes what the strongest needs is someone to boss him around.

He’s capable of taking care of himself. He’s proven that already. But worrying is in your nature. You care about him, of course you’re going to worry.

You were a first year when you met him, having just transfered schools after an incident involving a curse. In a matter of weeks your life had seemingly been flipped on its head. The switch took some time to get used to. Switching schools your first year, let alone switching to this one in particular, was never going to be easy. Getting used to the way Jujutsu society worked took a while. He was a year above you, and you remember absolutely hating him. Gojo was insufferable- or you found him to be such. But he was friends with Nanami, who was a friend of yours, so you reluctantly hung out with him. Nanami, being in the same year as you, was the first to help you out, extending a hand and helping you get used to the way things worked.

Spending time with him didn't do much to change your views. The two of you couldn't have been more different. You still are. But something about opposites attracts.

The first time you gave him the benefit of the doubt was the first time he saved your life.

It may be a bit of an over exaggeration. You’re certain you would have survived without his help, but that could also be an attempt to preserve your pride. You went after a curse, not expecting it to be as strong as it was. As far as you knew, it shouldn't have been stronger than a grade three. Being a grade two at the time, this should have been well in your ability. There ended up being more than one curse, and they were stronger than anyone had realized. You were in over your head.

It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known. It's not like you could pick and choose which curses you fought. As a student, that was decided for you.

You had resigned to your fate, separated from the others, injured. Nothing fatal. It left a cool scar, though. But you were well out of your league, put on an assignment far harder than you could deal with. You hate to admit defeat, but you had no other option.

Out of what seemed like thin air came Gojo, taking out both curses like it was nothing. Despite not liking him all that much, it was hard to not be impressed. He was strong. Stronger than you could ever hope to be.

You made it home in one piece.

It was three days before you’d finally confront him.

Getting him alone was hard enough. Being an underclassman, you didn't interact with him a whole lot. You didn't have any classes together. The few times you ran into him were when you hung out with Nanami, who was gone at the time.

When the opportunity presented itself, you took it, cornering him behind the school.

Even back then it was impossible to sneak up on him. He could sense you coming.

“Jesus-” he said, referring to you by your last name, “you look like you want to kill me.”

“You helped me out.” You said. “Why?”

He only shrugged. Not wanting to take that for an answer, you followed him. You were insistent you paid him back. You’d never let a debt like that go unpaid. The first debts are always the hardest to pay back. And when a first debt involves saving your life, well, you’ve got a lifetime to pay back. You only left once Gojo showed up. He needed to talk to Gojo about something, and although you were curious, you didn't feel like sticking around.

Gojo spent the next couple days scheming. You were determined enough you would do just about anything. He could have easily abused his power. It would have been even easier to force you to drop it, but something told him you weren't about to take no for an answer.

You wouldn't.

3pm in the bathrooms. It was hardly a week later. Your last class had ended for the day. You had snuck cigarettes in, blowing the smoke out of the crack in the window. You don't smoke anymore, but you went through nearly a pack a day in high school. There wasn't a specific brand you liked—you didn't necessarily like smoking, but you did it when you were stressed—you just used whatever you got ahold of.

You didn't hear the door open. Gojo wasn't the sneaky type, but he could be when he wanted. You weren't too hard to sneak up on.

If you didn't have contraband that likely would have gotten you expelled, you would have screamed when you saw him. He scared you, not to mention he snuck into the girl’s bathrooms. The two of you would be in equally deep shit if you reported the other. So at that moment you came to a silent agreement.

“You still want to pay me back?” He asked. “Cause I have an idea.”

You perked up at his words.

“Get me mochi from that shop just down the road. You know the one that just opened up?” He asked. “Bring me some and I’ll call us even.”

“That's it?” You asked. It was almost anticlimactic. But despite everything, he was insistent.

Gojo hasn't changed a whole lot since then.

He still has his sweet tooth. He still makes you get him mochi from that shop. It feels like you’re the ones keeping it in business nowadays.

You’re not quite sure who made the first move.

Soon you began spending more time together away from Nanami and Geto. You got along better than anyone—mostly you—ever expected. You weren't the most outwardly affectionate. While you were far from shy, pda wasn't really your thing. Gojo is the opposite. Even now, years after you began dating, he’s still clingy. You’ve gotten used to it. Gojo is possessive, he wants everyone to know you’re his. Not that they don't know already. He can't shut up about you.

Getting him alone has always been hard. Not much has changed in the past few years. He’s only gotten busier. Try to drag him away from work all you want, you rarely succeed.

Tonight he's come willingly. He finished his work early, and all you had left was stuff you could finish in the morning.

Nights at home like this—together—are rare. It feels like you hardly see him anymore. You often fall asleep alone, only to wake up to the other side of the bed being cold. He’s been so occupied with this business with Yuji, that he’s hardly had time for anything else. You sneak away during your breaks, like you’re teenagers again, stealing kisses between classes. You almost don't know what to do.

It almost feels like you should do something to celebrate.

The lights are off when you get home. Your apartment looks empty. Megumi must still be out with his friends.

“What should we do for dinner?” Gojo asks.

“Takeout?” You say. "I don't feel like cooking."

Gojo’s a decent cook, but he doesn't feel like doing so either. He’d get takeout every night if you’d let him. But that's not good for him (or Megumi) so you force him to do otherwise. Because you’re normally home, and you like baking, you’re usually the one to make dinner. There's not much in the fridge. You'll have to get groceries eventually. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. It shouldn't take long.

“How does Korean barbeque sound?" He asks. "From that place down the street?”

"Sounds good,"

You find a menu buried in one of your kitchen drawers, stashed with other takeout menus. You pick out something—two meals, plus some sweet buns for dessert—he calls the restaurant. You pay the extra cash to have it delivered. Neither of you feel like going and picking it up. It's more convenient than the alternative.

The tv drones on in the background while you wait. There’s not much on tv at this hour. News, some late night soaps. While you do like your occasional soap opera, none that you normally watch are on. Gojo changes it to the news. The weather. It looks like it'll rain tomorrow morning, but the rest of the day is supposed to be warm.

"We should go to the park tomorrow," you say, "having a picnic sounds nice."

Gojo hums in approval. As long as you make those tea cakes—the ones with honey drizzled on top—he'll agree to tag along. Maybe you'll go check out the bookstore too. It's been a while since you've last gone.

You strip out of your uniform, pulling on some more comfortable clothes; a pair of shorts and one of Gojo's shirts. It smells like him. You can't help but bury your nose in the collar.

When there’s a knock at the door, Gojo is the one to answer. He returns with your food. You gather napkins and utensils. Gojo never saw the point in anything other than stainless steel chopsticks. Or wooden ones—those given to you with takeout—if he wasn't feeling up to doing dishes. You, on the other hand, bought all sorts of colorful ones and stands that may or may not have been lifted from various restaurants. That's one habit from your teenage years you never lost. You'd pocket almost anything that wasn't nailed down. Your apartment has a rather impressive assortment of salt and pepper shakers. Not to mention the box of hotel soaps you never use, but took because you "might" need it. He enables you, taking some whenever he stays out of town, bringing them home for you. Gojo can hardly say no to you.

Gojo settles next to you on the couch, his shoulder pressed to yours. He can't keep his hands off of you. He’s possessive by nature. Everyone has to know you’re his. He always has to be touching you. Not necessarily with his hands, but he presses his thigh against yours while sitting next to you, or his body pressed against yours from behind in public.

The two of you eat in relative silence. Gojo’s attention turns to the tv, but that doesn't stop him from practically laying on top of you. Occasionally he’ll sneak bites of your food, and you of his.

When you’re done, you clear away the empty containers, sitting any leftovers in the fridge. Gojo sprawls out on the couch. He easily takes up any bit of space. The couch can hardly fit all 6-foot-something of Gojo. It hardly fits you. You've been meaning to look for another one, but haven't found the time to.

He opens his arms, and instinctively you go into them. You move so you can rest partially against the arm of the couch, Gojo's head leaning against your shoulder. His arms loop around your waist, his fingers lacing over your stomach.

It doesn't take him long to begin to drift off. He falls asleep in the crook of your neck. The low sound of the tv, combined with the warmth of his body makes you want to drift off to sleep. Sleeping on the couch like this isn't very good for your (or his) back, but you don't want to move.

The next time your eyes open, some late night game show plays, disturbing your sleep with loud music. The clock on the wall reads some time past two. It's hard to read the minute hand. You gently shake Gojo awake. One of his eyes cracks open and he lets out a soft “hm?”

“Come to bed,” you say, your arms wrapping around his neck, “it's late.”

His eyes close, and for a moment you think he’s drifted back off to sleep, when his grip around you tightens, and he’s rolling over on top of you.

“I think I’ll stay here with you, mochi,” he says, planting a wet kiss to your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck makes you shiver.

And though he doesn't move, there's a look in his eyes that tells you he has something planned. You only notice too late that his grip never loosens, and the mischievous glint to his eyes. You couldn't wiggle out of it if you wanted to. You're effectively trapped.

He litters your neck with kisses, sending you into a giggling fit, and he doesn't stop until you’re begging him to. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from laughing. Your nails dig into your palms so hard they leave little crescent-shaped indents.

When you finally settle down, he’s pulling you into his arms bridal style, heading for your shared room. The bed is still unmade from this morning. Neither of you bothered to put it away. You were busy, and the thought slipped your mind.

Gojo shoves the covers aside, pulling you to lay on his chest. His fingers gently trace up the curve of your spine as he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. Goosebumps prickle your exposed skin. He’s careful with how he touches you, loving, and soft. It's like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your body. His heartbeat is audible. Steady, and quet, acting as a lullaby. Your eyes shut, but you’re still awake. The intimacy of the moment doesn't go over your head.

He thinks he could die happy at this moment. Any moment, with you, really. Even during fights, or nights where he doesn't come home until long after you’ve fallen asleep, and you’re left irritated with his lack of time. As long as you’re by his side, he’s content.

He doesn't give much to the thought of settling down. His work will never let him. Neither does he think much about having any biological children. You practically have two already. Settling down isn't really an option for the strongest. This is the closest he’ll get to it.

For now, he just thinks about the park, and the blue sundress you always wear when you go.

Not many people can say they’ve changed who Satoru Gojo is as a person—let alone for the better—but you’ve changed him twice. Once in your meeting behind the school, and once again tonight. He’s found the one.

The first debt is always the hardest to pay back. But you've paid it in full.

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fluff

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blog-of-ramen · 3 years

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Obey Me! |Taking you on dates

Scenario: A few of the Obey Me! Boys and how they would take you out on dates.

Characters: Barbatos, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Simeon

Warnings: none

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𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕤

✦He would invite you over to the Demon Lord's Castle to help him prepare a meal for Diavolo.

✦I think especially with the first few dates he wouldn't invite you on an 'official' date.

✦But in all honesty it's just an excuse to spend time alone with you.

✦Depending on your skill in the kitchen he would let you help him cook or teach you a thing or two.

✦He'd definitely make you try the dishes and ask for your opinion- definitely taking it to heart and into consideration. He trusts your opinion.

✦Expect a lot of casual touches. His hand on your shoulder or back when passing to get something on the other side of the kitchen. Small corrections of how you hold something. The touches would last just a little bit longer than normal.

✦He will make sure you are not bored and involve you in a lot of lighthearted conversation.

✦Even though it isn't 'official' dates, theh will definitely have this special vibe. He just manages to make every time you spend time together feel like it is the most important one.

✦He will definitely send you home with a ton of food you two cooked that day. It's way too much, even for a whole army of Beels. It would probably dawn on you then that his excuses of "preparing a meal for Diavolo" aren't at all why he actually invited you over.

✦He is very busy though, always being around Diavolo. So most of your other dates would consist of drinking tea together or going on small walks together.

✦Even though I can see Diavolo setting up the most random dates for the two of you sometimes- but if that's the price to pay for spending time with him? Totally worth it.

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𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕫𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕓

❂ Obviously with Beel his go-to dates are dinner dates, just enjoying some nice food together.

❂A big plus is if you two cook the dinner together. It would probably be a bit chaotic but that just makes it more fun.

❂Often he feels like those dinner dates aren't special enough. He gets to eat or cook with you every day, it's not as special as he'd like it to be sometimes.

❂So once in a while he will take you out to all kinds of dates. He always tries to make it a bit original.

❂He always makes sure you enjoy the kind of date and mostly just plans them with you.

❂He isn't all too fond of the idea of a date as a surprising event. The date in itself is so much more fun if it was planned together in his opinion. No stress, no worries.

❂He really likes to go on trips with you for a day or two.

❂One of his favourite type is going on a hike with you. The two of you can spend lots of time together, have fun and enjoy the beautiful nature around.

❂ Also, if you like to work out, he would definitely take you to the gym. He doesn't see it as a date in particular but he enjoys it more than a normal activity.

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𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣

✷ Most dates with him would just consist of him going over to your room, the attic or inviting you to his shared room with Beel.

✷If you're not the most comfortable with touch, he'd probably make you- I don't mean he would force you but you would probably grow comfortable with it over time.

✷Most dates would probably consist of big cuddling sessions. He just loves to curl up with you and laze around.

✷He prefers dates at home like for example a movie marathon.

✷He just doesn't like when many people are around. He likes to spend time with you alone. Even though he doesn't mind Beel spending time with you two.

✷There is one thing he really enjoys doing with you. He likes to sit down under the clear night sky with you and stargaze.

✷The stars are absolutely beautiful and then there is you. In his opinion looking at you, the stars being reflected in your eyes, nothing can compare to the beauty of that image to him.

✷He just feels a very deep connection to you while watching the stars together. He doesn't like to do it too often though. He wants it to stay something special between the two of you.

✷If you want to have a more active date, he's unlikely to say no to you. You may need some convincing though depending on the kind of date you want to go on.

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𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕠

✾Let's not count all the times you had to pretend to be this demon's lover just so he could get a discount at various places-

✾He would probably take you on dates that are super over the top.

✾I mean if he has the possibility to spoil you, why wouldn't he take it?

✾He would either invite you through fancy means like an elegant letter sent by an extravagant bird or he would just nearly kidnap you without a warning to take you on a date.

✾He is unpredictable and every time he sees an article about a fun date idea, be sure he will take you on that date- but with the special Diavolo spice. If you're not much of an adventurous person, he will definitely do his best to not overstep your limits and stay within the range of your comfort zone.

✾But if you're open for it, he will take you on every kind of date you can think of, from fancy dinner dates and walks in the park over taking you on a small roadtrip visiting amusement parks all the way to taking you to a beach to swim with sharks.

✾No matter what kind of date he will take you on, one thing is for sure: You will have fun, fun and more fun.

✾Going on a date with the future King of Devildom of course will draw lots and lots of attention to the two of you. That's something not even he can change.

✾Most of your dates will probably end up on dozens of blogs. But on the upside of that, everyone loves to see the two of you together. And they would never dare to intervene in any of your dates actively.

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𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟

✢Most of the time it is probably hard to tell if he is inviting you to hang out or if he is inviting you on a date.

✢He never establishes beforehand that a date is a date or hanging out is just hanging out. He kind of thinks you just know. Either way he just loves to spend time with you.

✢You often get invited to Purgatory Hall just to hang out. Luke really likes to have you around so naturally you would spend a lot of time with him around too.

✢But Simeon really likes to invite you over on an actual date to Purgatory Hall too when the others are out. That's what really makes it hard to tell if it's a date sometimes. But either way you have a nice time.

✢Because of Luke's love for baking there is also always some cookies or pastries around to enjoy with a cup of tea.

✢What he loves most when inviting you on a date, is enjoying your presence and the talks he has with you. You will close to never see him without a smile on his face when you are around.

✢He also really likes to take walks with you. You two would prepare some sandwiches and some tea together and pack some of Luke's Cookies to enjoy a nice picnic together.

✢Sometimes I can see him totally surprise you though. He will take you on a date to an aquarium or a surprise trip to a new place that just opened.

✢For him it doesn't ever matter if you're on a date or not. He doesn't care what you two do. He is just happy getting to spend time with you.

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My first attempt of writing something for obey me, I think next time I'll rather go for a OneShot instead of this headcanon format. I'm not sure yet though because I am really unhappy with this one lmao. I feel so trippy today. Tell me what you think!

Feel free to request something you'd like to read! (I promise I'll put more effort into it T-T)

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anonymous-southern-armadillo · 3 years

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SOA Headconnon.

(Chibs, Tig, Juice and happy) Opie jax and clay didn't make the cut pardners.

Synopsis: What dating the boys is like. (Chibs, Tig, Juice and happy only, sorry)

Warnings/disclaimers: Language. Non-graphic mentioned NSFW themes. Angsty themes. Fluffy shit fellers. So with that being said “typed”. This is going below the cut!

Chibs Telford

Dating chibs is a blessing and a curse.

A blessing because he can be so sweet, Heart on his sleeve whenever it’s just you and him.

He literally pulls his bike over if he sees wild flowers he knows you would love, picking them and dropping the vibrant flowers off at your home or work.

The boys often tease him for being a softie for you, But he prides himself for it.

The curse part though….

The croweaters absolutely loathe you because the relationship you and chibs have.

You can’t go to the clubhouse without hearing them whispering your name with venom.

But chibs knows how to make you feel loved, The whispers from the other women forgotten whenever he whisks you away for a night alone.

Lot’s of rides on his bike.

Wearing his leather jacket around the clubhouse to show everyone your his.

Expect this man to Shower you in small gifts.

Especially after arguments, That’s when he really pulls out the extra sweet shit.

Such as:

Chibs knew you were beyond pissed whenever he came home and the front door was locked, The windows as well. Luckily he knew how to break in without having to kick the door in. Whenever he walked into the silent living room he could hear the soft footfalls from upstairs, Knowing you were up there probably preparing for for bed. Creeping up the stairs silently, Chibs slowly pushed the door open seeing you pacing the floor. You were still pissed if the scowl on your face was anything to go by. Chibs sighs and leans on the threshold of the door, Watching you with guilt. He knew the argument was his fault, But in the heat of it he was stubborn and refused to admit it. Walking into the room he uttered your name in a hushed tone, Yet you heard him and curse under your breath.

“What do you want chibs?” You don’t look at him, instead you busy yourself with trying to fix the room you destroyed in a fit of rage.

The Scotsman walked over with his hands behind his back, Hiding what he held from you. “I wan' to apologize for being stubborn” He said while grasping your attention. “Also I have you somethin' ” You turn around and glare at him, It wasn’t as harsh as it once was but still cold enough to make him feel bad for the argument. Knowing how pissed he made you.

“Filip if you think you can use whatever gift you got me to mend this argument then you better get the hell out of here now” You huff, Word’s cold but you were still mad at him. That much obvious to chibs.

Sighing, Chibs slowly holds out his hand, The wild flowers of various kinds on display. You were mad at him, But the defeated look on his face and the small boutique of wild flowers helps ease away the anger and soon being replaced with guilt of your own. Smiling at Chibs you let a small giggle escape your lips.

“I swear you make it impossible to stay mad at Filip, Get the fuck over here” You say and pull him into a hug, Forgiving the man then and there.

Chibs wasn’t one to initiate cuddles.

BUT that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to them either.

He usually waits until your asleep until he ever so gently pulls your back flush against his chest, Large arm slung over your waist as his face nuzzles your neck.

Chibs makes it known to almost every in charming that you are, in his words, “His old lady” and he’d be damned if he ever lost you.

Insufferable. Dating this man is insufferable in the best way possible.

He never misses the chance to slap your ass, Whether it be in the privacy of your home or his dorm, Or in the public eye.

Tig trager

He’s not afraid of some PDA, He will make you sit on his lap and leave hickies on your neck just to show whatever man dared look your way that you were his.

Tigs, Although insufferable can be sweet. He makes it his goal to buy you whatever you want, He even surprises you with beautiful pieces of jewelry. He spoils you.

High sex drive. What’s surprising?

He literally takes you for drives on his bike to beautiful private places just so he can sit on his bike, Back against the handle bars with you riding him. Something he loves doing in his free time.

But he also loves binding you over the seat of his bike and taking you from behind, His hand tangled in your hair as you release a string of curses and moans of his name.

He likes spoiling you, Like said before. He buys you all sorts of quite Revealing choices of wear.

Mini skirts, short shorts. Plunging V-necked shirts and tank tops.

He didn’t mind when you showed off your skin, He enjoyed the sight very much.

But he also respected when you chose to wear more decent clothes most of the time, The sleazy ones more like a surprise for him.

Dates with him were spent at either the clubhouse bar or some bar out in town. He would occasionally (after chibs talked him into it) take you to restaurants that you liked, Letting you order whatever you wanted.

His flirtatious behavior though get’s him in more trouble then anyone could count, Leading to some angsty arguments with you two.

The party was in full swing at the clubhouse, Everyone in a particularly good mood after a successful deal made for more guns. Although specific details weren’t handed to you when it came to the business, Something your boyfriend tig would rather keep you out of. Speaking of tig though, you spot him by the bar with chibs and Bobby, talking amongst themselves. Chibs offering some blonde chick standing with them a small smile but warning flashing across his face making you a little curious. Shrugging it off, You smile and decide to join tigs side, The night boring without him pestering you with his constant talking and handsy self. Who would have thought you’d miss all that in a matter of minutes?

Once behind him you noticed that he was talking up the blonde chick, Shamelessly flirting with her. Bobby meets your furious gaze and tries nonverbally telling tigs you were behind him so the fool would hopefully close his trap. Luck wasn’t on tigs side tonight as you angrily placed your hands on your hips, Clearing your throat.

“Having a good time over here boys?” You say and the venom laced in it has chibs downing his beer and bidding the men goodnight. Mumbling something about having to talk with jax about something.

Tigs whips around so fast you fear he got whiplash, Bobby now amused at the horrified look on your boyfriend’s face. “Y/N! Baby, I was just getting you a drink” He tried to lie smoothly but you shake your head and ball your fists by your side. Seeing right through it, You knew he loved you, He showed that every day in small simple ways that you adored, But he always done this. Flirt with other women and shower them in his attention. You didn’t mean to be jealous, It wasn’t really that even. It hurt, Seeing and hearing him show and tell other women how gorgeous they were, It made you feel insecure, As if you weren’t enough for him.

You jab a finger at him when he tried explaining himself, The blonde behind him snickering at the scene. That pissed you off more. “Getting me a drink? By flirting with her?!” You scoff and turn around ready to leave the bar, But his large hand delicately grabbed your wrist and made you spin around.

“Shit I’m sorry babe I – I didn’t mean to” He stuttered out with a look of guilt. But you squirm free from his hold and storm out of the clubhouse with a heavy heart. Tig always causing the dull ache to burn your chest with his carelessness.

But he makes it up to you in the sweetest way possible.

Like trying his best to cook your favorite meal and surprise you with the house candle lit and the table fixed up nicely with your favorite flowers placed in the center of it.

Once all is forgiven, He would let you sit in his lap and curled up against his chest while you watch some old film on TV.

Like jax, He wouldn't initiate cuddles but he secretly loved when you cuddled him, Especially when you ran your fingers through his dark curls.

Juice Ortiz

Despite his flirty behavior and insufferable attitude, You loved tigs and he loved you, Even though he was hesitant to say those words back.

Juice wouldn't open up to you about himself much in the early stages of your relationship, He seemed shy, Nervous.

But after a month of dating, He started to be more open.

Juice seeked relationship advice from chibs, Not sure what he was doing and confused about his feelings for you.

Sweet. Absolutely sweet yet distant.

But chibs guided him through it and juice learned that he was indeed in love with you.

Lot's of sweet calls from him if he goes on a particularly long run, Telling you how much he missed you and loved you. Because he dropped the L bomb early into the relationship.

He doesn't really care for going out in public for dates so most the time it's either a picnic in the middle of nowhere or dinner at your house while binge watching shows.

Juice isn't eager to let you ride his bike with him, Afraid you'd fall off and get hurt.

If he did though, He made sure you were safe.

Making sure the helmet was on tightly. Urging you to hold onto him good enough multiple times before slowly driving you through the town of charming.

Overprotective, Like, Really overprotective.

Doesn't let you do anything if he thinks it's dangerous, The boy doesn't like seeing you get hurt.

With that being said, His overprotectiveness starts small arguments between you both.

More like harmless bickering.

Like:

Standing in the kitchen of your small home, You grab a cutting board and a knife, Preparing to cut some onions for the stirr fry you were cooking for yourself and your boyfriend juice. Tonight rare, No club business to attend. Just you and him, Spending the night together.

As soon as the sound of chopping fills the kitchen, Juice rushes in and quite literally takes the knife from you. Confused you look up into the wide brown eye's of the man you love. “Juice, what the hell are you doing?” You placed a hand on your hip and quirk an eyebrow at him.

He shrugs and starts cutting the onions. “Well I felt bad for making you cook dinner for us both by yourself, Thought I'd come in and help you” He shrugs and avoids your suspicious gaze narrowed onto the back of his head as he turned his back to you.

“So this isn't because you heard me using a knife?” You crossed your arms with a knowing look, This not being the first time you and him have danced this little dance.

Sheepishly peeking at you over his shoulder, Juice continued cutting the rest of the onions. “Maybe...” He trailed off, Your huff of frustration at his overprotective behavior caused him to place the knife down and turn around. Leaning on the counter with his hands resting on the top by his sides. “What? You always end up with cuts on you're fingers or hand whenever you have a knife! I don't like seeing you get hurt babe” He exclaims with those adorable eye's begging for this not to end in a argument.

Scoffing, You un-crossed your arms and fixated a stern stare on him. “Everyone get's hurt sometimes Ortiz, That doesn't mean you have to keep a close eye on me or treat me like I'm a baby!” You told him as he simply sighs and averted his eye's to the floor.

“Maybe I just wanted to help you cook! Maybe I wanted to chop the veggies for you!” He argues back as frustration of his own began to build up inside him.

“Maybe I wanted to do it!” You walked up to him, So close that you stood chest-to-chest. Juice looks down at you with an expression of seriousness, You mirroring his expression. But a small smile tugs at his mouth, a laugh threatening to tumble out. You quirk a brow, Curious as to what was funny.

“If you cut the veggies we would end up at the emergency room because you would end up chopping half you're hand off” He snickers, A full laugh finally rumbling through his chest. You couldn't help it, You began laughing as well. Forehead hitting his chest as you both laughed hysterically at his little joke. Although he was overprotective, He was also right. You couldn't look at a knife without cutting yourself by accident.

But sometimes arguments with you and him could get bad, Like him spending the night in his dorm at the clubhouse bad.

Usually he would be at your doorstep with some form of gift with glossy eye's. Apologies flying from his mouth.

The damned puppy dog eye's of his, He made it hard for you to stay made at him.

happy lowmen

Sweetie, A total sweetheart and you are absolutely privileged to be his old lady.

Dating happy is probably the best thing that could ever happen to you, Not only was he sweet with you, But a secret romantic.

Expect lots of roses to be gifted to you while your at work or simply chilling at him. He makes it a habit of having the red flowers shipped to you almost every day.

Like if he saw a little stuffed animal of your favorite kind, He would get it. just sweet simple things like that.

Date nights are spent at his house where he cooks you a big meal and you both eat outside under the stars.

Just like the other guys he showers you in gifts, But the ones happy gets you are more sentimental then anything.

This man loves cuddles, You can't change my mind about that.

Loves being the little spoon, He likes when you hold him, The feeling of your chest pressed against his back comforting.

But he is always open to being the big spoon himself, Holding you close to him just as comforting.

Happy loves when you ride with him, Your arms tightly wrapped around him as he flies down the road making him feel special that you chose him out of all the guys in charming to be with.

When he introduced you to the son's they all started teasing him about how you were to obviously to gorgeous for the older man.

But you always shut them up with a sassy remark or just plain out mouthing off. Either way the understood that you love happy and seeing him act like a complete lovestruck puppy around you made them ease the teasing some.

Although loving and sweet, It's apparent how much of a clean freak he is. You even nicknamed him Mr clean much to his dismay.

Sometimes you accidentally leave dirty dishes in the sink or throw laundry in a heap on the floor to fold later. Both duties forgotten as many other things keep your mind occupied.

Happy isn't very happy whenever he comes home to such things, He doesn't get mad, But it definitely gets under his skin and irritates him.

He huffs, Ignores you, Angrily doing the small chores you forgot himself. He never once raised his voice at you, Something he refused to do, That's why whenever you accidentally frustrated him he chooses to ignore you.

Like:

You have been struggling with house work and general work, Both things piling up and becoming one big jumbled mess. The morning you woke up for work, You noticed happy was still home and cooked him breakfast before he headed out, You had the dishes neatly stacked on the counter ready to be washed. But time spent with happy flew by faster then you thought, Making you four minutes late for work. Quickly shrugging your coat on and rushing out the door, You completely forgot about the two specific duties that set abandoned in the house.

So whenever you came home, Happy's bike in the driveway. You felt joy flutter inside you at the realization he was home, But whenever you walked inside the house you instantly felt the joy being replaced with guilt and fear of the beginning argument that would soon commence. You saw happy in the kitchen washing the dishes, His back facing you while you shrug your coat off and tossed your keys on the sofa. Walking into the kitchen you wrap your arms around his middle, Placing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I was going to do that after we ate breakfast, But I lost track of time and ended up being late for work” You muttered, The silence you received letting you know he was pissed.

“Go sit down and I'll finish it hap, Then I'll order something for dinner” You said while rubbing his belly through his shirt, But he still doesn't move. His muscles tense. “Please... Mr clean” You try and break the very cold ice.

Happy shrugs you off though and starts rinsing the dishes he had washed, Giving you the silent treatment. You step back and watch him for a moment, Guilty for not keeping them clean. You knew he hated whenever the sink was cluttered.

“C'mon happy, It's not the end of the world because a few pans and plates where sitting in the sink” You lean on the table and crossed your arms, “I was going to clean up whenever I got back home from work” Happy scoffs and picks up a dish towel to dry his hands off, Leaning his back on the sink and looking at you with a blank expression.

“Why not do it as soon as the dishes are dirty?” He asks Finally, The words coming out raspy as his frustrated was crystal clear.

“Because I was late for work! I didn't have enough time to do it this morning hap!” You exclaim while motioning towards the sink. Starting to grow irritated by how he was acting. “I mean -- Jesus christ happy what do you want me to do, Call into work and tell them I won't be coming in because I have to wash dishes or else my boyfriend will be a dick all day?” You huff out angrily, Crossing your arms again as you look away from him, Jaw clenched.

“I'd appreciate them to be clean when I come home so I can at least cook my girl some fucking dinner! But y'know what? fuck it -- I'm going outside to fucking calm down!” He yelled while throwing the dish towel down out of pure rage. He then proceeds to storm outside, placing a toothpick between his lips.

You sigh and rub a hand down your face, Hating whenever you and happy argue. But sometimes he could be a dick, A real major dick. Walk over to the sink and finish washing what little dishes he left, Once their dry and put away. You start preparing him and you something for dinner, Just simple macaroni & cheese and chicken strips. It wasn't anything fancy or special, But you wanted to at least make him dinner after pissing him off unintentionally. It didn't take long until it was all done, You scoop some Mac & cheese into Two plates, Soon placing three chicken strips in each plate and walking outside onto your porch. Happy was in a chair looking out over at the yard, You hand him his plate hoping he'd take it. He did but doesn't look at you, Just held his food. You sat down in a chair beside and find yourself poking around your food rather then eating.

“I'm sorry I yelled” He broke the silence, Looking over at you. “I had a rough today and stupidly enough took it out on you... I'm sorry” He whispers and you forgive him the moment the sad glint swims around in his eye's.

“It's okay hap, I'm sorry I didn't clean the kitchen” You decided to slowly munch on the Mac & cheese.

He smiles a small smile and placed a hand on your thigh, Gently rubbing it. “You didn't need to do it, I was the dumbass who made that mess. Although I don't recall piling a bunch of clothes in the bedroom floor” He jokes. You almost choked on your food as you remember the laundry you needed to fold. About ready to get up to do so, He shakes his head in denial. “We can do that tomorrow, Right now we just need to eat this gourmet meal you made and relax” Happy once again jokes and you giggle at how he described the food. You and him sit outside on the porch eating dinner and laughing about random things, The argument forgotten.

IN CONCLUSION:

Happy is always guilty whenever he does raise his voice.

He also felt bad for making you make dinner and surprises you by folding the laundry early the next morning.

Which you rewarded him with some *coughs* early morning head.

Although he wasn't expecting such a reward, He excepted it graciously.

And he returned the favor like a gentleman.

#sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #SOA #filip chibs telford x reader #chibs x reader #chibs telford #juice ortiz #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #tigs trager #tig trager #tig trager x reader #happy lowman #Happ Lowman x reader

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cherrycocaineee · 3 years

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14. Naruto Uzumaki - Best Friends

I strapped my bag over my shoulder before throwing on my sweater before heading for the front door of my apartment. It was time to go grocery shopping for the month with the small amount of change I had left from paying rent. The roads weren’t busy today, probably because in just a few moments it would be raining. Wanting to avoid the villagers all together, despite there being few of them wandering around, I hopped on top of one of the multiple roofs and jumped around to find the market. When I arrived, I jumped off the roof and bolted inside just as it started to pour. Thunder rolled against the gray clouds, lightning only poking out a bit through the blankets of puffy, rain clouds. I was thanking the stars that I had made it inside before I got rained on, and sending out another silent prayer that the rain would stop before I had to head home.

The few people inside were giving me side glances and mumbling to one another, however, I didn’t pay attention to them and just did my shopping. After grabbing a bunch of things, I paid for my food and left the store, wanting nothing more than to get home. Luckily for me the rain had stopped, allowing me to make my way home. Once again, I took the roofs to avoid the villagers, however, I didn’t rush home like I had rushed to the market.

As I got closer to my home, I jumped off the roof and started walking past the windows. Most of them were covered with curtains, but some weren’t. I did good to keep my eyes forward, not wanting to make eye contact with someone who may have been looking out the window. But my eyes betrayed me as I passed the open window of a young boy’s home. He was laying on the bed, arms sprawled out, staring at the ceiling with his blue, teary eyes. He looked sad. And even from all the way over here, I could hear his stomach growling. I could see inside his home, and saw that there was no food inside his building. He was hungry.

Having an idea, I ran home as quickly as I could and practically slammed the door closed behind me as I headed to the kitchen with my groceries. I started digging through my pantry until I found a basket holding all of my hand towels. Dumping the towels out onto my counter, I started going through my food to see what I could give to him. Packages of cup noodles, giving him most of them since ramen wasn’t my favorite dish, some fruits and vegetables, one of the two loaves of bread I had bought, eggs, milk, and some of the other things. Once I was finished packing everything together, I didn’t waste time leaving my home again and headed back towards that young boy’s home.

When I arrived at the window from earlier, I noticed that he wasn’t inside anymore. So I decided to sit on the ledge and wait for him. It must have rained while I was inside my apartment because there were drips of fresh water falling from the ledge of the open window. I was surprised that his bed wasn’t wet. Thirty minutes passed before I heard the opening and closing of the front door behind me. I swirled around and came face to face with the blue eyed boy. He was staring right at me when he entered.

“Who are you?” He inquired, his eyes narrowing.

“My name is Akiko Haninozuka,” I introduced, “I was walking by earlier and heard your stomach growling so I went home to make you this.”

I held up the basket of food. His eyes widened and he came bouncing towards me, a grin spreading across his face as he took the basket from me. After taking the basket from me, he waved for me to come inside; his grin still plastered on his face. That’s when I really took his face in; there were these whisker-like things on his cheeks. I climbed into the window, avoiding his bed all together so I wouldn’t get the bedding dirty.

“What’s your name?” I inquired curiously.

“I’m Naruto Uzumaki,” he informed cheerfully.

The name sounded familiar and I tried to think hard about where I had heard the name from. Then I remembered that many of the villagers, when they weren’t talking about me, were speaking about another kid named Naruto. This must have been him. Naruto began putting the groceries away while I walked around his home. It was a bit untidy but not a lot. When Naruto finished putting his food up, he turned towards me.

“Thank you for bringing me some food,” he said, “I really appreciate it.”

“It was no problem at all,” I smiled.

The two of us decided that we’d hang out for a little bit. He wanted to go to the park and play like all of the other kids did when they weren’t in school. So that’s where we were headed, Naruto was holding a bouncy, red ball as we walked. The entire walk home we conversed about ourselves, learning that we had many things in common. Both of our parents weren’t in the picture and we lived alone.

By the time we got to the park, the rain clouds had finally dispersed, and there were tons of children our age already enjoying the welcoming, hot sun. Most of the kids avoided us while staring with slight disgust but others just did what they were doing before we even showed up. Naruto and I went to a small area of the park and started rolling the ball with each other. We shared a laugh as the rolling turned into kicking the ball back and forth.

Soon we started doing other things like swinging, chasing the butterflies, playing chase, and running towards some type of lake or river. We were having so much fun that we didn’t even notice that the sun was going down until it was completely pitch black. Now we were sitting in the dark while Naruto was trying to start a fire to warm us up, neither of us wanting to go home to absolutely no one.

“Ah-ha!” Naruto cheered as the flames erupted making me smile and clap my hands.

“You did it!” I giggled, “you’re awesome, Naruto!”

Naruto’s head snapped up as he faced me, a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“Thanks, Akiko,” he said.

*Time Skip*

Faded steam rose from the pan on my stove as I stirred all of the vegetables inside. From the other room, I could hear Hanako and Takashi playing a game with Kakashi causing a smile to appear on my face. Having my family sitting in the next room and enjoying each other's company. As I was finishing up some of the cooking, there was a knock on the front door.

“I got it,” Kakashi called from the living room.

“Thank you,” I hummed back.

A few moments passed before Kakashi walked in with our guest, Naruto Uzumaki. Or technically now, the Seventh Hokage. I smiled kindly.

“Naruto,” I greeted, “what brings you here?”

“I was wondering if maybe you and I could speak,” he said, “it’s been a while since we’ve just been able to talk.”

I nodded my head, “just give me a few moments so I could finish up dinner.”

“It’s alright, honey,” Kakashi said, touching my shoulder, “I’ll finish up. You go with Naruto.”

After making sure that my husband was actually okay with me leaving, I followed Naruto out the front door while waving goodbye to my kids. While we walked, I asked Naruto how everything at home was going for him. He wowed me with stories of how his family went on picnics together, how his day with Himawari went during Parent Day, and so much more. I was genuinely happy for Naruto; he finally had everything he could possibly want in life. We both did.

Somehow, Naruto and I managed to make our way back to the lake where he started the fire so long ago when we first met. No one knew how much the two of us would later depend on each other, how we would grow up to be practically inseparable even into our adult years. I’m sure plenty of people were shocked when we didn’t end up getting married but our love for each other was much different than his and Hinata’s or mine and Kakashi’s. It was pure family love.

Naruto quickly started a fire to keep us warm and joined me on the log we had placed here long ago. It was silent for a while, listening to the sound of crickets and toads in the background. My blue-eyed friend looked up at the darkening sky, the stars twinkling, and the moon that illuminated over the lake.

“Remember when the moon was falling?” He asked, eyes still staring upwards.

“Well, of course,” I muttered, “I almost died so it’s not something that I would easily forget.”

The two of us laughed.

“I sure do miss the old day,” he continued, “team 7 going on missions with Kakashi. The many team dinners we had together when we were away. And I especially miss Pervy Sage.”

“Me too. But now look at us. We’ve got beautiful kids and loving spouses, our friends are still around and they’re supportive. Our lives are great now just as they were when we were younger.”

He laughed again and scratched the back of his head, his eyes were closed. I giggled too.

“You’re much more optimistic about our childhood than I am.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Naruto folded his arms in front of him and sighed.

“Thank you, Akiko.”

“For what?”

“For being there for me. Back then, everyone shunned me and kept me at a distance while telling their own kids to not play with me. But you were there for me, no matter what. Even when we were both bullied much worse after we started hanging out, after I told you that I didn’t want anything to happen to you, you still told me that you’d never leave.”

I remembered that day. Three kids had come up to us while we were playing a board game outside to enjoy the nice weather. They walked over to us and kicked our game pieces before they started harassing the two of us. Calling us freaks and saying how neither of us should hang out with one another because together we were dangerous. At the time, neither of us knew what they meant at the time. But it didn’t matter. After the three of them finished shouting insults at us and hitting us, Naruto had told me that if I didn’t want to be his friend anymore because of it he’d understand. However, I told him that was ridiculous and that I liked hanging out with him. So the two of us continued our friendship.

“Things were different back then,” I whispered, “and I’ll never forget it because it made the two of us closer.”

“It sure did. Our parents would have been proud.”

“Our parents, our teachers, everyone who stood by us.”

Naruto wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hauled me up in a swift motion.

“Let’s get home to our families, huh.”

Nodding my head, I followed Naruto out of the lake area, letting the fire finish burning down what was lit. The ashes, soot, and smoke all collected in the air as we got further and further away. I was smiling the entire way home, feeling absolutely lucky to have a great friend like Naruto by my side. And I knew he felt the same way.

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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i wish i could disappear

word count: 3.6k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, feelings of anxiety due to social media harassment, invasion of privacy that border on stalking

recommended listening: brutal | olivia rodrigo

series masterpost: here

a/n: and we're off to the races!! i love this album and olivia so much. there's a shoutout to goon by tobias jesso jr. in here bc it's my favourite album to cry to lmao (highly recommend giving it a listen!). i'm on the fence about this one but am posting it anyways because i don't think i can make it any better

How the fuck do people find your social media?

All of your accounts are private and Kevin makes sure to never tag you on the rare occasion he posts a picture of the two of you together. The wives and girlfriends who have public accounts make sure to never post about you, and you’re careful not to comment on posts often. You’re a private person and though you understand that due to the nature of your relationship with Kevin you intrigue some fans, you don’t want to give them more than you have to.

Despite making no attempt to open up to the public or media, every day you wake up with hundreds of follow requests from complete strangers. At first it was a little exciting knowing that people were curious about your life but after years of the same routine it’s become draining. It takes you nearly twenty minutes each day to weed through them and accept only the people you know personally. Kevin doesn’t actually know how many people want to catch a glimpse of your daily life because you do your best to keep it from him. Knowing would only bring him stress, and you want him to be able to focus on winning games and loving you with his entire heart.

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The phone on your desk rings loudly, pulling your attention away from the computer screen that has way too many numbers on it for your liking. The finance department needed someone to proof their audit before sending it away and since you’re the only one in human relations that has a business degree the job landed on your shoulders. Eager to take a break, you pick it up and press the receiver against your ear.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other side laughs gently, but you immediately know it’s Kevin. “Hi sweetheart,” he says warmly, “How’s work?”

“Fine I guess. It’s work, Kev. Nothing terribly exciting happens here,” you explain but continue to fill him in on all the coffee pot gossip you got this morning. Kevin listens as you complain about forgetting your lunch on the counter and chuckles at how upset the situation makes you.

“What if I told you I’m outside your window with a burrito bowl?”

Excited at the possibility of seeing your boyfriend before dinnertime, you whip towards the window and spot Kevin on the sidewalk, waving like an idiot despite knowing your office is on the fifth floor. You hang up quickly after telling him you’ll be down in two minutes and let the receptionist know you’re stepping out for lunch. There’s a line for the elevator so you head to the stairwell, taking them two at a time in your haste. You’re crossing the street to the small park where Kevin has set up a picnic before your co-workers are even out the door.

You plop down on the blanket beside Kevin and lean into him. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before passing you the food he brought. You take a bite, sighing at the taste. Kevin knows you better than you know yourself and knew exactly what to get that would satisfy your mounting hunger.

“Thanks babe,” you smile, holding up your fork and offering him a bite. He takes it graciously but makes a face. “What’s the matter?” you laugh as you take the utensil back.

“I fucking hate avocado.”

The two of you eat in relative silence, speaking only when you remember a detail from your morning. Kevin tells you about the drills he’s going to lead at practice in the afternoon and what he plans on cooking for dinner since he’ll be home before you. You insist you can whip something up when you get home but Kevin shakes his head. He reminds you that relationships are give and take, and that you’ve made dinner the past three nights because he had a string of games. You manage to reach a compromise that has you doing the dishes before you have to return to work.

Kevin insists on walking you back to your office even though you protest vehemently. Your relationship is far from secret, and has been the topic of workplace gossip more times than you can count, but after five years you’ve learned to ignore most of it. However, you don’t want your co-workers to think you flaunt your NHL player boyfriend to prove you’re better than them. They all love Kevin, and a couple of them congratulate him on last night’s goal as he follows you down the hall. A few of the newer hires stare in awe and shake his hand, completely blown away that one of Philadelphia’s biggest stars is asking how they like their jobs.

“Pretty soon they’re going to approach you to do PR for us,” you chuckle as you flip the light on and close the door of your office.

His laughter echoes off the walls as a pair of strong arms find a home around your waist. “It would be kind of fun to hear myself crush those radio commercials.”

“Since when do you listen to the radio?”

“Checkmate,” Kevin sighs, pulling you closer. He kisses you quickly, not wanting to give a show to anyone who could be walking past, but it still sends you reeling. You don’t want him to pull away and kiss him again.

You get your way for a few more moments and then Kevin’s leaving with a promise to not burn the house down and wishes for a good rest of the day. Focussed on giving the audit its final once-over you don’t bother pulling your phone from the drawer you had placed it in when you got to work that morning. You turn up the small radio at the corner of your desk and get to work scanning the document for errors. There’s a mistake halfway through that skews the rest of the data and fixing it takes a bit of time, but it isn’t a huge deal. You have nothing else to do except answer a few emails and organize meetings for after the weekend.

An hour or so later you’ve completed all your tasks and debate what to do. It’s too early to leave for the day, so you decide to kill time by checking your phone. You’re expecting a few notifications, perhaps two or three memes in the group chat you share with your friends, but not the hundreds that greet you.

The majority of them are instagram notifications, and assuming they’re just more fans requesting a follow you ignore them, instead heading to your text messages. There’s a picture from Kevin of a dog he found walking home and another from your mom asking why you haven’t called home in a few weeks. However the one from Claude’s wife is the one that piques your curiosity.

Just a heads up that someone posted a pic of you and Kev to one of those stupid wag pages. I filed a request for Instagram to take it down but it’s gotten a lot of traction. Sorry :((

Your heartbeat increases rapidly and a million thoughts fly through your head at a rapid speed. Fingers shaking, you respond with a thanks and open up the dreaded app. You don’t see it immediately, your feed being full of photos belonging to friends and family, but it’s in your messages almost two hundred times. Many of them have text attached and you know there will be a comment about your relationship regardless of which one you open.

Tapping on the most recent message you brace yourself for the worst. The new window opens a photo someone took of you and Kevin while eating lunch in the park across from your office not even three hours prior. It’s grainy and the camera angle is strange, but you’re eating and Kevin is looking somewhere out of frame. The accompanying caption reads Kev and his girlfriend out for lunch today! Follow @philllywagupdates for more :).

You let out a sigh of relief – it could have been a lot worse. Personal pictures of yourself have made it onto pages like that before and most of them they’re paired with mean-spirited captions about your appearance or other trivial matters. Assuming you’re in the clear, you head back to the page of the original message to thank the person for bringing the post to your attention. However, the message accompanying the post is anything but positive.

He can’t even fucking look at you. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves you

The blood in your veins runs cold. You know it’s not true – Kevin’s made it clear you’re the one and truthfully you’re just waiting for a ring – but it doesn’t stop the sting you feel. What could possess someone to say such horrible things? You decide not to respond despite, possibly opening another can of worms with the seen function, and close the app. Leaning back in your office chair you focus on anything but your phone, looking out the window at passersby while regaining your breath. It works for a while, but eventually not knowing what others said eats away at you. You go through every single message to see hundreds of similar comments to the first, with only a few saying they’re glad you’re happy or how posting the picture is a violation of your privacy.

By the time you’re finished your spirit has been crushed. However, it’s also an acceptable time to start the weekend – at least no one in the office will have to see you cry. Things are hastily packed into your bag and you wave a few quick goodbyes before once again taking the stairs. You curse yourself for deciding to walk to work that morning and set off in the direction of home wiping away tears. The last thing you need right now is for someone to recognize you, but you have to get home. Tobias Jesso Jr plays at much too loud a volume through your headphones and Kevin will most certainly remind you it’s bad for your hearing, but the melancholy piano riffs of Goon overpower the thoughts swirling around your head.

Do people really feel that way about me?

Are my friends just too nice to stop inviting me places?

Does Kevin really feel trapped?

Hundreds of similar sentiments and situations cross your mind as you stumble through the streets of downtown Philadelphia, but you force them as far back as possible before opening the door to the apartment you share with Kevin. Hoping to slip inside undetected, you take your shoes off slowly and throw your jacket on the end table instead of hanging it in the closet. Your plan fails somehow and Kevin hears you, greeting you in a goofy apron covered in flour.

“Hey sweetheart,” he smiles, but it drops once your eyes meet and he sees the hurt on your face. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing,” you insist, trying to step around him in pursuit of the bathroom.

Kevin doesn’t buy it and sees right through your feeble words. “It’s not nothing if you’re this upset. If you don’t want to talk now that’s fine, but I think you should get it off your chest.”

You know he’s right, but you also know you can’t tell him the true cause of your despair. “Just some work stuff,” you sigh. “The audit got all fucked up and I had to fix it even though it’s not my job.”

It’s not technically a lie, which makes you feel better, and Kevin buys it. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips in sympathy. “Go take a shower and the gnocchi should be ready by the time you’re done. We can spend the night cuddling on the couch.”

“And watching Selling Sunset?”

“We can watch whatever you want sweetheart,” he chuckles. You part from him with a final kiss and head to the bathroom. Hopefully the steam from the water will carry away the negativity brought on by that damn post.

☼☼☼☼

Time passes but the hateful comments on social media don’t stop. In fact, you’re pretty sure they get worse. It’s so bad that you’ve deleted every app except facebook because you need it for work. Kevin doesn’t notice your abstinence from social media, but he picks up on how you spend more time criticizing yourself or staring off into space. When he pushes you either brush him off or feed some bullshit excuse about how work is getting you down. You know he doesn’t believe you but trusts you enough to come to him when you’re ready to talk.

You aren’t sure if you’ll ever be able to tell Kevin what’s been going on. There’s been scrutiny from social media before, when you first started dating, but it quieted down after the initial media frenzy. He helped you through that but it’s different this time around. Never before have you had strangers tell you your life is worthless or that your boyfriend should end your relationship. Some of the other wags notice your absence on instagram but chalk it up to you just taking a break. They reach out via the group chat and send wishes to see you at the next home game. It’s nice to know they care, but the voice in your head that has grown much larger in recent weeks tells you they don’t truly mean it. This leads you to decline the invite as politely as possible, citing extended work hours for your absence. In reality you’re too anxious to be anywhere that isn’t home or work, petrified someone is going to post something that will add fuel to the flames of those who interrogate you.

It’s another Friday afternoon, and you’re leaving the office early once again. There’s a small craft exhibition taking place around the corner from work and today is the last day it’s open. You had been meaning to go all week, hoping to find something small to add to Kevin’s birthday gift. As you step out of the building there’s a small group of young women, who don’t look old enough to have graduated college, standing off to the side. It fills you with dread, worried that somehow someone found out where you work and the insults are going to start occurring verbally, but you force yourself to be rational. You work fairly close to one of the artsier districts in the city and it’s more than likely they just want to find a cute mural to take pictures in front of.

You pass by and swear you hear them snicker, but you remind yourself you’ve just been jumpy lately. When they peel from their place on the wall and follow behind at a distance you think the coincidences are running out. It seems a little too strange how their movements line up with yours, and you go down a few winding side streets in an attempt to lose them. Part of you feels ridiculous because what group of barely legal girls would track a full-blown adult around a city of nearly two million people, but your life is currently strange enough you can’t be sure. They don’t follow you, and by the time you reach the market your heart rate has returned to normal.

The first few stalls have little to catch your eye, but a few rows in you find a leatherworker who makes adorable wallets. Kevin’s is ridiculously old and falling apart at the seams – his mom bought it for him before the two of you got together. You think a new one will make a perfect addition to the concert tickets you already bought and browse the table for something simple and elegant. A deep brown one with tan braiding around the edges catches your eye and you know it’s the one for Kevin. Checking the price to make sure you have enough cash in your wallet, you approach the shop owner to purchase. The older man has a kind smile that reaches his eyes as he thanks you for purchasing from him.

“No, thank you for making something so beautiful!” you gush. “My boyfriend is going to love it.”

It’s then you hear it – snickering accompanied by the click of a camera. You look over your shoulder to see the same group of girls from before laughing as they huddle over a cell phone, no doubt already starting to broadcast the photo across the internet. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. Those girls don’t deserve to see their mission accomplished, but the longer they laugh at you the harder it is to swallow your feelings.

Head held high, you thank the owner one more time before holding your head high and walking past the group. The only way out is past them so you hold your breath and pray they don’t notice you. Unfortunately you aren’t that lucky, and one of them looks up just as you come into earshot.

“If Kevin doesn’t leave you after that sorry excuse for a gift I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” she sneers.

Another one chimes in, “You’re honestly so pathetic.” They all cackle in amusement, and you speed up. The tears flow freely now, and you call an uber even though it will be a ridiculous amount of money. You just want to get home.

The uber driver doesn’t say anything when you get in, though you know it’s strange to be bawling your eyes out at four in the afternoon. You can’t help it – weeks of keeping all the hate to yourself finally got to you and being followed with the sole intent of ridicule is the final straw. At one red light he silently passes you a box of tissues, which you accept gratefully.

Luckily the lobby of your apartment complex is empty and you manage to get to your floor without encountering a familiar face. There’s a few hours until Kevin gets home from his final roadtrip of the season, and if you play your cards right you can get all the tears out and be as normal as possible before he comes through the door. You don’t even bother to put anything away, just head straight to the bathroom to slump against the tub. Sobs rack your body and you lose all sense of time. All you can feel is the hurt you’ve been holding in releasing itself and soaking the material of your blouse.

Kevin finds you laying in the position hours later. He tripped over your shoes coming in the door and immediately knew something was wrong – you always place them neatly on the rack in the closet upon arriving home. Peering through the quiet house for a hint at where you are, he sees the bathroom light on and makes a beeline for the room. It breaks his heart to see you like this, and even more so because he doesn’t know what spurred it on.

“Sweetheart, hey,” he coos, maneuvering his body to sit beside you and pull you into his lap. “What’s the matter?”

You bury your head in his shoulder and clutch the material of his dress shirt as you cry harder at the sound of his voice. Kevin takes your reaction in stride, rubbing circles on your back and working on evening out your breath. He doesn’t pressure you to speak and provides the stability you desperately crave as the world around you spins. An unknown amount of time passes before your tears run out, but spend it all on the bathroom floor curled into Kevin.

“I guess I should have told you sooner,” you mumble, “But I didn’t want to bother you.”

Concern laces Kevin’s features and his eyebrows knit together. “Tell me what?”

“I, uh, have been the subject of some internet hate for the past little bit,” you say sheepishly. It feels stupid to not have told him now, but you can’t change that. “But you were really busy with the season and I wanted to make sure your head was completely focused on the game so I just dealt with it myself. I deleted the apps and tried my best to go about my life. And then today after work I was followed by some people and they said some really hurtful stuff and shit became a little too real.”

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

It’s your turn to be confused. “Why are you sorry Kev? You're Not the one sending me death threats.”

He tucks a loose strand of hair back into your ponytail. “Maybe not, but I still made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about what was going on. What kind of partner am I?”

“The best one,” you say confidently. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I just want to forget about it right now. Can we just disappear for a little bit?”

Kevin wraps his arms around you tighter, as if he can engulf you to protect from the cruel outside world. “We can do whatever you want. If you want to get out of the city for a bit if you want, or just spend the next few days here away from prying eyes.”

“I love you.”

You say it because you mean it, and if you could scream it from the rooftops you would. Kevin is incredibly easy to love, even when you make it difficult for him to love you back. You know another much longer conversation is coming about everything that has happened recently because communication is the only way to solve problems and Kevin deserves that, but you’re thankful he’s willing to put it to rest for a few more moments.

He cracks a smile for the first time since he’s been home and kisses the crown of your head. “I love you too sweetheart,” he whispers, “Always and forever.”

Things are far from over and though you still never want to show your face in public ever again, you know that Kevin is going to do whatever he can to make things better and that’s enough for you.

☼☼☼☼

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader, asshole jj, foul language, alcohol use, sexual comments, fighting, lowercase intended, typos for sure

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

it’s been a week since your confrontation with rafe. sharing occasional smiles whenever you pass by each other, but aside from that, you made sure not to engage in conversation with him anymore. the thing is though, he went back to his old ways. exchanging foul banters with the pogues every chance he gets, and this time, including you.

the howling, humid atmosphere grazed your skin as you stepped inside the chateau, carrying a picnic basket full of sandwiches to bring for your fishing trip. everyone offered an enthusiastic greeting, pope offering to bring the things you brought to the pogue.

the rest followed, john b motioning to the spare room that jj claimed as his own. you arrive at the sight of his shirtless figure, sitting half up on the bed “ready to go?” you asked, holding out your hand for him to take. rather than taking it, he pushed himself up and nodded, muttering a low “yeah” as he passed you

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you screamed out, not meaning to but had to. he stopped dead in his tracks, surprised by your sudden outburst.

“so you’re going back to your old ways...huh” he turned around, his posture looking like he doesn’t want to deal with you at the moment, but you didn’t care as you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes as you looked at anything but him while still passing on the message that you were pissed.

“can you not start? it’s too early” he replied, acting oblivious as to what you were referring to “i don’t care, jj! it’s never too early to have this talk with you! because apparently it’s never ‘too early’ for you when kie wakes you up before sunrise to fix a stupid fucking flat tire!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugged and you just exhaled in defeat, knowing that none of what you said would raise a concern “just forget it,” you started “i don’t wanna be in bad terms a day before your birthday. i’m sorry for what i said.” you apologized and walked out without waiting for a reply

your sundress flowed freely with the breeze as you felt the blonde behind you. you stopped when you were pulled back and bumped in his toned chest “y/n?” he muttered, you hummed as a queue for him to continue “i wanna make it up to you, for my shitty attitude towards you lately. you have anything you wanna do?”

forgetting the feud that was just exchanged, a smile made its way to your face, launching yourself towards him as he luckily caught the back of your legs “actually...since your birthday’s tomorrow, you wanna pick me up at work on the mainland? we can go out to dinner and come back just in time for the kegger i know you’re surely throwing.”

the boy’s signature smirk came in to view as he nodded and gave you a chaste kiss on your velvet lips, still having your body flushed against his. the calls and protests of the others from the boat cut your moment short, “oh cut it” you laughed as the day was spent fishing and soaking in the warmth of the sun.

the next day came and you were definitely more excited than the one whose birthday it is. waking up earlier than usual beside his golden figure, you took out some ingredients for breakfast. it was rare for you to cook as you always just make cereal or sandwiches for breakfast as you know you’re eventually going to get free food from the wreck, but today was a special day so you decided to exert more effort.

as you were setting up the tray of food to bring to him in bed, footsteps from the room became louder as it approached you. making you wonder why the birthday boy was up when the sun just barely even risen.

“morning, love.” you greeted with a sweet smile, walking up to him to wrap him in a warm embrace as you kissed him on the cheek and wished him a happy birthday, to which he responded with a thank you and a quick hug

“i cooked you breakfast. it was supposed to be a breakfast in bed kinda thing but you beat me to it. why are you up so early?” you asked as you motioned on the plated food. you watched him as he grabbed a piece of bacon and walked to the surfboards you had hung up on the wall

“kie invited me to surf this morning, i’m actually running late so i have to go.” he answered and tucked the surfboard under his arm. your smile faltered, a heavy feeling in your chest as you watched him start to walk towards the door

“aren’t you gonna eat with me atleast? i put effort into making this.” you said quite loudly, a desperate undertone in your voice as he stopped and turned around a bit

“thanks but sorry, y/n. you can just cover it and i’ll eat it later. i promised kie and i’m really late.” he went halfway out the door before peeking in one last time “besides, it’s my birthday, i can do whatever i want.”

you got ready for work, your hair tied up in a messy yet neatly done side braid. despite the disappointment the morning brought you, your last stop was the chateau. wanting to remind your boyfriend to pick you up once your shift ends.

when you arrived, the kid you who you recognized your closest to in terms of school and books with was out by the front porch. doing his usual nerdy routine that you adored so much

“sup pope!” you shouted, making him look up and offer a hand to do your handshake “look who’s ready for work” he replied which made you do a twirl and pose

“where’s he?” you asked and looked around “still out surfing with kie, john b is i don’t know where, heard he’s hanging out at the eight a lot lately.” you had mixed feeling with his answer. happy that what rafe said about john b having a thing with sarah could definitely be true, but a melancholy feeling replacing it immediately as you could just imagine what your boyfriend was doing

“oh..um..well, imma head to work. i don’t think i’ll be able to get a hold of jj so can you just remind him to pick me up tonight? don’t tell him but i’ll set up a quick dinner date since i’m closing tonight. we’ll be back in time for the kegger.” you explained and he smiled, reassuring you that he will grant your request

“see you later! be safe, y/n.” you turned around and saluted the awkward yet charming boy before you went your way.

it wasn’t a busy day in all of kildare at the moment, not having too much people to share a shade with as you waited for the ferry. you were preoccupied watching men taking out tanks of gasoline from the boat to the dock when you heard a familiar voice not too far from you.

“hey pogue! i heard your princess is throwing a little tea party tonight” you snapped your head into his direction, a smirk coming to the side of your lips as you leaned back comfortably on your seat.

“wanna play dress up as well, kook?” you bantered “nah i would love to see him wear a skirt though, you know, make a fool outta himself.” you rolled your eyes at his answer crossing your arms as he sat beside you

“you gonna be there?” he asked and you nodded before answering “he’s gonna pick me up before we go there” the prince nodded, staring out to the horizon as he accompanied you in waiting for the ferry

“so how have you been?” he asked, seriousness heard in his voice “i’ve been better, i miss you though not gonna lie. and don’t get too cocky now, i miss sarah and wheezie too.” he let out a chuckle, putting his hands up in surrender “if you say so.”

“so any plans tonight? gonna get laid by the blondie or what?” you cringed at the joke and flipped the bird “i know you’re going, rafe. promise me you won’t be any trouble.” you looked up at him and he shrugged “whatever makes you happy.”

just then the whistle from the ferry enveloped the area. you stood up and grabbed your purse as you looked at him one last time that day

“hey! it’s nice talking to you again.” he shouted, you waved goodbye as you walked up the steps, exchanging farewell smiles without the knowledge of having a certain blue eyed boy watching from afar.

as the sun hid behind the horizon, teens from all parts of the island basked under the warm hues it left the boneyard’s now picturesque surrounding. it didn’t matter what part of the island each individual was from, as long as no one will step over the boundaries that every group has set, no one will trip over and everyone will be united with one thing, and one thing only. keggers.

the pogues, without you, have arrived and claimed their usual spot by the broken tree trunk just near the shore. handing out beers to whoever wanted them; clueless tourons and ignorant kooks who just want to be rebels for the night despite having the access to their dad’s expensive wine cellar.

jj was having the time of his life, dancing with the other girl from your friend group and further feeding his ego with the flirtatious greetings of any girl that he interacts with. blatantly ignoring the possibility that news will eventually come to you.

pope observed the birthday celebrant, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around kiara and swayed their bodies together, wanting to remind the blonde for the hundredth time that he has to pick you up from work— which he definitely forgot. more so consumed a good amount of alcohol to do so and too preoccupied to remember.

and there you were alone at the restaurant you worked at. the candles burned out and a now cold dinner for two waiting at the table for someone you were sure is never going to show up, yet you waited.

you volunteered to close for the day so you can use the space to surprise him, instead you were the one surprised. not by a face screaming the words i love you and thank you, no. you were surprised by silence, or rather the fact that he forgot and let you be alone.

tears were threatening to fall down by the minute, but you shrugged it off and decided to clean up. playing your favourite song on the speakers to distract you from the sound of your breaking heart.

it wasn’t until the well known kooks arrived when jj’s attention was caught. red solo cup in their hands and the neatly steamed shirts hugging their physique.

not even sparing a second, it seems like the atmosphere had changed from being rollick to heavy. tension growing thicker in the air and the only way to stop it is to address the elephant in the room.

“look at the motherfucker! too wasted to even know his duties, it’s not even midnight yet!” rafe told his friends topper and kelce before turning to their rivals “hey yo jj! you fucked any one yet, birthday girl?!” he mocked, cupping his lips as he shouted to amplify his voice

with the alcohol in his system, jj didn’t waste any second to launch himself at the kook, grabbing his collar as their friends followed to stop the commotion.

“repeat what you just said and i’ll fucking kill you!” rafe let out a sarcastic laugh, not even fazed by the rage jj was giving out

“don’t worry, i’ll gladly tell y/n you’re basically throwing yourself on anyone who has boobs and an ass that talks to you.” he answered and observed the change of the blonde’s demeanour “oh wait, how will i be able to tell her if you let her be alone on the mainland?”

jj felt pilloried, not only did he realize what he has done, but to be reminded by his mortal enemy about the mess he made just made it worse.

“take care of this friend of yours, kiara! seems like you’re becoming closer than close. do your job, will ya?” rafe added before pushing jj away from him, too hard that he fell on his back on the sand with kiara rushing to the rescue.

“rafe i think you need to shut your mouth.” he looked to the side, john b catching his attention. “oh look who it is, topper!” he tapped his friend on the chest with the back of his hand and pointed at the brunette. letting out a laugh as if he knows things that a lot don’t.

“now i get why you guys are so close! you’re a bunch of cheaters,” he started and looked at pope who quietly asked “what the fuck is he talking about?” to john b which didn’t go unheard

“your supposed friend here, john b, influenced my bitch of a sister to cheat on topper can you imagine? and i know you notice about this thing going on with these two..” he motioned to jj and kiara who was now standing beside each other

“i thought you were smart, why are you hanging out with people who cheat? did you cheat on your exams too? is that what got you to be a scholarship candidate? damn!” rafe shouted just to infuriate the group more than they already are

rafe walked away, leaving his friends behind as he hurried to his car. shrugging off the fact that he had drank, not wanting to surround himself with people any further.

jj, on the other hand, let him go without another word. knowing what he cannot say anything to defend himself as all the kook said was somewhat true.

the fresh air from the ferry somehow helped with the way you tried to calm yourself down. as you got down the stairs, you clutched your bag as you got ready for your long walk in the dark.

that was until two courtesy honks were made which made you turn your head to the source. with his windows rolled down and the silhouette of his side features, you immediately knew who it was.

“you have a shitty boyfriend. come on i’ll drive you home.”

this is so long overdue! senior year got in the way but i’m doing online school for quite a while so i have time :)

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