#look at his chunky cheeks omg
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PLAYER TWO
Streamer!Ellie X fem!Reader
Summary: Ellie's introduces you to her stream
(Set early in their relationship and when Ellie's channel was still small 💙)
Contents: fluff, swearing/cursing, body shaming a cat lmao, sitting on Ellie's lap, kisses, references to social anxiety.
Part 2 - Part3
My Masterlist
It had been 6 hours since Ellie had disappeared into the abyss you called your guest bedroom and now Ellie's newly turned office. Her rooms grey walls were plastered in posters of a various games and bands she liked. LED lights ran around the ceiling, usually on the blue setting, sending the hue beaming out through the crack underneath the white paneled door.
Your small ginger cat was scratching irritably at her offices door. "Garfield stop it," you hissed at him, giggling at the ridiculous name Ellie chosen out for your chunky British shorthair.
"Garfield, I'm serious" you hushed at the creature, picking up the skittish chonk from Ellie's door. Garfield let out a loud, dramatic 'Yowww' throwing his head back. you sighed "You really want Ellie cuddles right now huh"
"meow"
"yeah, me too..." You looked at the beautifully majestic ginger chunk of a cat and sighed in pity for yourself. "Fine go in then..." You whispered at him, grabbing the brass handle and slowly nudging the wooden door ajar, letting Garfield scutter in enthusiastically, before shutting the door again.
Ellie was caught off guard as a fuzzy orange thing flung itself onto her lap, making her hands stop button smashing her keyboard angrily.
"Oh hey Garf"
User: Omg he's so cute 😭🥲
User1: Give me the baby. Now.
User2: Bro how did he get in here, didn't Ellie shut her door?
User3: Garf? As in garfield?
Ellie's hands grasped the cat turning him in a Simba like fashion towards the camera.
"This is Garfield, if you couldn't tell he has a super power to walk through walls" she joked, obviously realising that her chat was curious about how he got into the enclosed office.
User 4: He's fat
"Do not talk to my child that way." She snapped sarcastically, covering his ears with her palms "he's plump." She corrected before letting out a breathy laugh.
The cat began purring incredibly loudly, now laying across her keyboard vibrating the desk with every exhale of breath.
She picked up her phone discreetly, texting you a quick.
Ells: Gonna have to gaslight my chat into thinking our cat can phase through walls now.
Ells: Oh the things I do for you
You: He was being so annoying thoughhh
Ells: Garf is never annoying, he is perfect in everyway. You're just in denial.
You :🙄
User5: nah but how did it get in
User6: Ghostcat?!?!?
"Yes this is my ghost cat, it seems like he's going to chill with us for a bit.... Aren't you baby~?" she cooes at the purring creature scratching underneath his chin.
Just outside the closed office door, you were pacing back and forth. Shit... Why the fuck did you let the cat in her room, that was the stupidest shit you've ever done. Now everyone was going to know Ellie lived with someone. Then maybe they'll investigate, because some of her fans might be nutjobs. What if they dig something embarrassing up of you?!?
"shit, shit ,shit, shit, idiot, idiot, fucking idiot." Damn you and you're soft heart when it comes to cats.
"Y/N. Just forget it happened, go to bed sleep it off, yeah let's just... Sleep it off..." You mutter to yourself, sulking off to bed in defeat.
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"Hey... Hey baby... Wake upppppp~~" she whines squishing your cheeks with her hand, stirring from your slumber. "Hmm hi Ells..."
At the confirmation you were awake she started peppering your face with kisses. "I made you coffee, I tried to make pancakes but I uh burnt them, so ughh toast?!" She smiles suspiciously giddy.
"oh thank you baby," you murmur back, slowly sitting up, back against the bed's backboard and begining to sip your coffee.
"I don't know how you can stomach that liquid, it tastes like shit."
"It is gross, but I can't physically function without it" you looked over at her, she was showing you puppy eyes. Suspicious.
"What did you do ells...?" You sighed
"Last night I may or may not have accidentally let it slip that uhh, I had a uh girlfriend." She stammered, smiling sheepishly at you " And I was wondering and you can obviously say no!! Like no pressure at all, but I was wondering if you feel ready yet to be introduced by my stream" she rushed out words practically incoherent, and if you didn't know her so we'll you wouldn't have been able to understand.
"you can even bring Garfield with you for emotional support!" She chirped happily.
"I don't know baby... I don't know if they'll like me, all my friends know me for being awkward on camera."
"Listen to me right now. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, charismatic and smartest girlfriend, person and mother to our fur baby to ever exist. If they don't absolutely love you then they're blind and have no taste. But they will absolutely love you! Because I love you!" She says enthusiastically, a stupid smile spread on her face as she wraps her arms around you, placing sloppy kisses onto your cheek.
"Pfft" you say, her enthusiasm and happiness seeping from her into yours "okay, I can do that...I think" "You will!!! You'll do amazing!" She squeals "I'm so excited!"
"Gosh, your like a puppy Ells" you chuckle, petting and playing with her hair. She let out a quiet 'hmph' as she nuzzled into your neck happily.
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It was 6:55pm, Ellie had started her stream, the words 'STARTING SOON' sprawled across the monitor, blocking out the view of the viewers, It was unnerving, siting Infront of a camera, and one push of a button hundreds of people would see you. Ellie was sat next to you, swiveling on the dark blue gaming chair absentmindedly.
"y'know baby, you don't have to be so rigid, or quiet, they can't see or hear you yet."
"I can't do it Ells..." You mumbled out. "Hey babe, you absolutely can." she reassured you grabbing your hand, and squeezing it slightly. "How about this. You sit on the couch, out of view with Garfield, and once I've done the intro you can come say hi. Hows that sound?" She asked softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.
Nodding in conformation you shuffled out of view for the camera sitting next to your curled up cat, petting him as he purred loudly, pushing up against your palm. You tapped your phone screen, it lit up revealing the photo of you and Ellie in a photo booth on your first date to an arcade.
Infront of your smiling faces, the time was shown.
06:59:55
06:59:56
06:59:57
06:59:58
06:59:59
07:00:00
"Hey guysssss!"
It took ten minutes for Ellie to finish the introduction, answering questions, thanking donators and talking to moderators.
"Right so, before we start I have a suprise for you guys" she spoke happily, eyes flicking towards you expectantly. You picked up Garfield, your heart immediately slowed and cradled him like a baby in your arms as you entered the frame.
Ellie had moved the extra chair from the frame, trying to keep the suprise as unexpected as she could for her chat. You stood somewhat awkwardly for a second or two saying a quick "hi" to the camera, you looked at Ellie eyes slightly wide with nerves.
She pats her thigh, gesturing you to sit down. "This chat, is my girlfriend"
User7: I ❤️ lesbians
User8: Ugh I'm jealous.
User9: Is Ur gf single?
User10: forget Ellie I want her gf 🤤
Your eyes everted the chat, trying to focus solely on your cat and to not read the comments, when a robotic voice, you recognized as a donators announcement, caught you off guard.
User11 donated $25 'Bro she's so pretty.'
"Oh um thanks *user11*" you hummed. "Told you they would like you" Ellie said, smirking in content.
"shut up."
"never."
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Here you go!!! I finally finished it. It's not great but it's done!
Part Two
Streamer!Ellie Headcanons
NOT PROOFREAD
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Omg dad Nico going with lucie to get a shot
🥺🫣😭
“I’m sorry.” Lexi whispers to Nico with a grimace.
She feels awful. She should be strong enough to go into that room with her daughter, but she dies every time Lucie cries from her shots. Her 2 month shots were awful. Her 4 month shots had Lexi crying the whole drive home. When she got there, Nico told her he would do the next round. At 6 months old, her next round is here and Lexi isn't sure Nico is prepared for the hell.
“I’ve got this, babe.” He assures his wife. “Give kisses.” He encourages his daughter to smooch her mom. Lucie is babbling happily in Nico’s arms as they bring her back. They grab her weight then measure her, noting her new growth in her charts.
“You’re growing so much now, huh Lucie!” The nurse practitioner exclaims.
“Yeah, we gotta stop feeding her.” Nico chuckles, pressing his nose into her dark hair. The baby smell of her assaults his senses.
“No! You're perfect!” She checks Lucie’s temperature, noting that as well. “Okay, the two shots today are going into her thighs. And she’s in the cutest dress so I think we can keep her clothes on. I’m going to go grab her vaccines and I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you.” Nico smiles, then stands to put Lucie up on the table. “Okay, baby. We are about to do something really awful. I’m gonna say it flat out. It’s going to suck. But that’s life, LuLu. And I’m going to be right here to make it all better when it’s over, okay?” Lucie looks curiously at her dad. He pushes her hair back from her forehead and she closes her eyes joyfully at his warm touch. Nico smiles down at his mini, wondering how he ever lived before her.
A knock sounds and Nico calls the nurse practitioner back in.
“Dad, how are we with shots and needles?” She asks, setting her station up.
“Good.” He nods confidently.
“Okay, good. I am going to have you stand beside her and hold her. Just keep her leg still and I’ll be quick.” Nico nods.
Lucie looks up expectantly at Nico as the nurse practitioner gets settled. Lucie has her nook crammed into her mouth and kicks out her little legs excitedly. Nico grabs her left one, holding it down as the first shot is administered. Lucie immediately starts to scream. Nico’s heart rips inside his chest and he coughs on a strangled groan.
“It’s okay, pumpkin.” He leans down, kissing Lucie’s cheeks and forehead. “I know, baby. You’re so brave. One more. Only one more. Then it will be over.”
“Okay dad, other leg.”
Nico’s hands suddenly shake as he reaches out for her other leg. Lucie wails in his ear, already turning red in frustration and pain. Nico pulls in a trembling breath, then the other shot is in and over. A total of 15 seconds that literally felt like someone shot him in the chest. His legs are wobbly. He swore he was stronger than this, but the distress in Lucie’s tone and her eyes and the betrayal he feels that he had to hold her down. What kind of psychological torture is this!?
“Are you okay?” The nurse asks Nico as she puts two purple bandaids on Lucie’s chunky thighs. He nods but can’t respond. “Good job Lucie… and dad.” She gives him a sympathetic smile. “Be sure to watch for any reactions- hives, fever, vomiting. She was okay with her previous shots, but always good to watch.”
“Thank you.” Nico’s voice is tight as he scoops Lucie back up into his chest.
“Have a great day!” She cheers as she leaves. Nico can’t help but scowl at the closing door. He rubs Lucie’s back over her tiny dress, tucking her into the crook of his neck.
“Mommy was right. That is awful.” He murmurs to his daughter, closing his eyes to calm himself down. As he does this, Lucie picks up on the change in him. She begins to settle and quiet, little wet cheeks softening from her previous ordeal. “My brave girl.” He murmurs through a kiss as he walks back into the waiting room. Lexi is anxiously biting at her nail, popping up when they meet her. “That was worse than you described it.” He huffs.
“I know!” Lexi cringes.
“We need to tag team that next time. I can’t do it alone again.”
“Okay. Honestly, it makes me feel better that you need support to.”
“I’ve never heard her make that kind of noise before. I thought my chest was going to cave in.” Lexi frowns, reach for Lucie’s back as she runs a hand along Nico’s hips to get a hug from him. The three of them share a connected moment before they head out to the car.
Nico puts Lucie in her car seat, adjusting her mirror before he gets in. His head immediately goes to the steering wheel.
“She’s going to hate me for the rest of her life. Why do they make the parents hold their kids down like that.”
“Well they only have so many hands, honey.” She defends. Lexi rakes her fingers through the side of his long hair. Her hand rests on his neck comfortingly. “She won’t remember.”
“But I will.” He responds. Lexi closes her eyes, sighing heavily in agreement.
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ok omg the rogues are on one of their usual schemes, stealing or heisting and whatever good rogues get up to on the daily, and they pick out something for reader because "this made me think of you" u-u
It's been 84 years...AND I FINALLY FINISHED IT. GAH.
I've got a surprise for you
Victor Zsasz: He snuck up behind you, hands on your hips. "I got something for you." He said quietly into your ear. "You did?" You tried to turn but Victor squeezed, holding you in place. "It's a surprise...!" He sang. "No peaking! Give me your hand." He said as he tugged your hand. You felt a cold band on your ringer finger. "Open." He smiled. You did and looked down to see a gold ring with four diamonds. "Holy-" You trailed off. "Saw it whilst I was out. Couldn't resist." Victor's eyes gleamed. "You like?" "It's beautiful, Victor. You...you didn't need to." "I wanted to." Victor replied with a smile. You pulled him into a kiss. "Thank you...I love it." "Good." He replied and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Two-Face: He came home early, calling your name. "Harvey? You're back early." You raised an eyebrow, greeting him at the door and giving him a quick kiss. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, fingers tracing patters along your lower back. "We got you a present, gorgeous." Harv' said as you felt his breath along your neck and shoulder. "You did? You didn't go out of your way for me, did you?" You asked as he pressed lazy kisses to the skin of your shoulder he could get to. "Oh, nevermind that," Harvey replied, pulling you into him. "close your eyes. I'll walk us to the mirror and give you it." You felt something cold and heavy around your neck. "Ready, gorgeous?" Harv' asked. "Should I be nervous?" You smiled. He chuckled. "Of course not." Harvey replied. "Open." He mumbled and you did. There on your neck was a diamond necklace with at least 8 square chunky diamonds along the span of your collar. Each glinted and glimmered in the light. It was breathtaking and something you could have only dreamed of owning...until now. It almost didn't seem real. You gaped at your reflection making Harvey chuckle. "Wh..." You struggled to speak. "Cat got your tongue?" Harvey squeezed you, pressing a kiss to your neck. "This is...I don't know what to say." You finally said. "Well, do you like it?" Harvey asked. "It's beautiful...it's like...I've only seen celebrities and rich people wear this type of jewellery. I never thought I'd even be near one nevermind wear it. I feel almost unworthy." You breathed out a laugh. "Oh, gorgeous, if you are one thing- it's definitely worthy. I would know." He pressed a couple of kisses to your cheek. "You definitely suit it more than anyone else."
The Riddler: He was fast. Edward Nygma could run pretty quickly and usually his movements were quite quick to begin with. Therefore it was easy for him to get around you quicker than you could keep up with. He practically boxed you in between him and his desk. You exhaled with a smile. "You scared me." You breathed. He smiled widely, pleased by the admission. Yet he didn't comment on it, an arm tightening around your waist. "I got you a little something whilst I was gone." He said as he trailed his finger along your jaw. "You did?" You asked and he nodded with a smile. "You didn't have to, honey." You assured him. He pulled you closer by the waist with a hum. "I wanted to. I saw it and that was that. I may have had to make some adjustments too." He quickly added the last sentence. He pulled a rectangle box out of his pocket and held it out to you. You opened it to reveal a gold engraved bar and chain bracelet. In an engraving on the top was three little words. 'I love you'. However, the most important detail was that it was written in Edward's handwriting. Edward never said those words, your concrete evidence was how he kept you around. Sometimes that was enough, other times it wasn't. Edward always knew those moments were coming, would go and then return. "You can be so silly, doubting how I feel. So I got you a permanent reminder...for your silly...little...head." He tapped your nose. You felt a lump in your throat, eyes welling with unshed tears. "None of that." He shook his head with a smile and kissed the tip of your nose. "Help me put it on?" You managed out and he took the bracelet and pinched the clasp open. Edward is ambidextrous and was very smug about it often bragging. Yet raised time he said nothing. The second it was secured on your wrist you flung your arms around him and pressed kisses to his lips. He hummed with surprise and approval at your enthusiasm as you began to walk him backwards.
Black Mask: You had what you considered a rather embarassing quirk of straightening paper, books or anything in a pile what was messy. Almost immediately, upon passing Roman's desk. Roman was messy in general and so places like his desk had your attention mkre than they should. Especially since Roman wasnt fond of you going through his stuff. "There's my baby doll!" Roman announced himself loudly as he entered the room. You looked over your shoulder. "Oh hey, I haven't moved anything I promise! I'm just straightening it up." You turned back to the pile of papers. "Weirdo." He retorted with a snicker behind his mask. Next thing you knew, he was pulling you back against his chest, interlocking your fingers. He swayed with you left to right repeatedly like a dance. "I'm guessing today went well." "Uh huh." He replied. "I got you a present." He said closer to your ear. You could hear his grin behind his mask. "What do you mean, you got me a present? Literally?" You looked up at him. He hummed. "Gotta treat you some time, don't I?" He smirked. "Even if I give you something we can both enjoy quite a lot. Looks like I just spoil you all the time, huh doll?" "So you just...well you never fail to surprise." You said. "Good." He said into your neck. "That's how I like it." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. You took it from him, leaning against him as he swayed the both of you from side to side. You gasped as your present glinted at you in the light. A silver ring with a large blue, square cut diamond. "Holy- Roman, is that a blue diamond? Thats... I...I have lost the ability to speak." You said flatly. You stared at it. "Like it, baby?" He mumbled. "It's so beautiful but how much did this cost you?" "Oh baby doll, don't you worry about that. How about you just turn around and kiss me, huh? Show me just how much you like it."
Scarecrow: He had a talent for sneaking up behind you. You felt arms around your shoulders and a head nuzzled into your neck. "Hey you..." You smiled. "I have something for you." He said quietly. "Is it a kiss?" You asked. He chuckled quietly before kissing the skin behind your ear. "No, but you have one now. Dont move." Jonathan's fingers disappeared for a moment before you felt a cold, thin, chord tickle your neck. "Walk with me." He breathed as his fingers trailed along your shoulders and on them. Lightly he pulled you along with him. "Dont let me fall, Jon." You said quickly and he let out a small chuckle. Suddenly he stopped you. "Open your eyes." You did. On your neck was a gold bar necklace with designed lines across the bar. You looked closer. They're not lines- it's a constellation. You flipped the bar to see a date from two years ago. You looked at him questioningly. "You remember our first date." Jonathan began. "I remember something much more important to me." He smiled slightly. "This is the date we had our first kiss. It was night and this..." Jonathan flipped the bar back to its original place. "...this was the constellation of the stars of that night." Your eyes filled with tears and smiled.
#request#batman#batman villains#batman scenarios#victor zsasz#the riddler#scarecrow#two face#black mask#edward nygma#jonathan crane#harvey dent#roman sionis
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omg ur writing for Eddie again yayyy!! 😊 can u write some lovesick Eddie again? ty!!
YES OFC!!!! where we left off, you're struggling to get through a day at school after having a heart pounding dream about Eddie. He climbs up on the cafeteria for his most recent rant about something that's got him fired up, and he glances over at you like he always does whenever he has the opportunity. But you're already looking at him. Not just at him, but you're really looking at him. It's not like he didn't feel a connection between you two before, but now with the way you're looking at him, it suddenly feels... tangible. Real. He loses all his steam right then and there. You watch as his eyes go from sharp and dangerous to all big and soft at the sight of you, his lips morphing from their grimace into a warm smile. You can't stop staring at him. You can't stop staring at his hands. His pretty hands and long fingers and chunky rings... has he always worn those? You wonder how you didn't notice, how you could have possibly missed all the details of his hands that now have a chokehold on your attention. The rest of Hellfire club watches Eddie in confusion as he just stands there, completely giddy with all social injustice forgotten. You're overwhelmed by the heat burning in your cheeks as it spreads quickly through the rest of you. In the brief moment where Gareth swats Eddie's leg, telling him to get down before he gets another detention, a new, incredibly strong feeling twists in your gut. Want. You want Eddie. You want him a lot. You almost laugh at the sensation, the dramatic irony of falling for the guy who's been pining so loudly for you for years. He reluctantly gets down from the table, and the eye contact you'd been holding for so long it would have been awkward with anyone else finally breaks. Disappointment sinks through you, and you're surprised again. This time, by how intense something as simple as eye contact is with Eddie, and by how much you miss it. You try to talk to him all day, but between classes and extracurriculars and your friends dragging you off to gossip, you don't see him for the rest of the day. You realize suddenly that you will be able to see him, when he walks you to your car. You don't think you've looked forward to those walks more than you are right now.
#drabbles#eddie munson#eddie munson drabbles#eddie munson x reader#loud simp eddie#loud simp!eddie#lovestruck eddie#lovesick eddie#lovestruck!eddie#stranger things#stranger things drabbles#stranger things x reader#stranger things fluff
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hi!! omg all of your works are so good they make my heart warm :’) i was hoping you could write suna and osamu and anyone else you’d like in the “didn’t know they were dads” prompt 🤍
Hiii!!! Stop you’re so sweet😭I’m glad you like them!! I definitely can!! I don’t think I have any others we’ve pretty much got all my favorites covered so far besides maybe Aone!
Sorry this took so long to write I was in school😭
Tw-light cursing, past relationship conflicts, angst ish to fluff! Let me know if I missed anything!
Suna
Maybe it was an accident maybe it was on purpose, maybe he was just too immature to be in such a long term relationship. You’re not sure, whatever the reason was the outcome was still the end of your four year relationship with Suna.
Unfortunately for him, you hadn’t found out until after he broke up with you that you were pregnant. So for the next two years, you raised the most precious little girl, teaching her how to do everything and be kind to everyone.
“Mama!” She squeals happily as she points at the kitten sitting in the window of a small cat cafe where you and Rin used to have dates.
You quickly check the time on your watch. You had time to spare.
So the two of you are sat at a little table as a pretty white cat hops onto your daughters lap as she giggles excitedly.
“Smile for mama” you tell her as you try and snap a photo of the two.
“Excuse me” you feel a hand settle on your shoulder.
When you turn around your stomach drops.
“Suna” you say dryly his name leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
“Can we talk y/n?”
“What’s there to talk about?” You ask trying to skip around the idea that your daughter most definitely was his kid.
His eyes flicker towards your adorable daughter who’s happily playing with the kitten. You feel a twinge of guilt at the idea of depriving her of her father because you’re uncomfortable.
You nod softly calling her over before introducing her to Suna who smiles softly at the way she beams up at him with your smile.
Osamu
It wasn’t for any horrifying reason, you’d simply gotten to caught up in life, both your jobs taking you in different directions, agreeing it was the right person wrong time, unfortunately you don’t think Osamu got the memo as he literally blocked you on everything so maybe he was feeling a bit bitter?
So now almost a year later, you’ve got the most adorable twin girls with chubby cheeks, that happen to look just like their dad.
“Ok, and what’ll we have for lunch today?” You ask as you peer over the stroller causing the girls to giggle wildly.
“How about Onigiri?” You offer and they nod quickly.
Unfortunately you’re like shit at picking out where you should eat at completely disregarding the fact that the restaurant’s name was literally Onigiri Miya…so you were definitely shocked when you pushed the stroller into the restaurant and saw Osamu leaning against the counter, and because you took an early lunch you’re practically alone in the restaurant with him, very few other customers.
“Hello welcome to Onigi- Y/n?” He asks sounding a little confused.
“Hey Osamu” you tell him as you lean over the stroller.
“I see you settled down” you don’t miss the way the little excited light in his eyes is splashed out when he motions to the girls.
“Oh…not really” you mutter giving him a little smile, “it’s been me and the girls since you left” it was now or never you’d decided.
“Since I left?” He mutters to himself as you push back the little hood on the stroller revealing two chunky toddlers.
“So…” you mutter, “you settled down yet?”
Anywho if you guys want to see anything else let me know because I love writing requests!!
Part two here!
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2319 - Chapter 5: Game of Dodge and Silent Treatment || Young!Stephen Strange × F!Reader.
Word count: 5.9K
Genre: Innocent Love, Diary Entries, Fluff.
Warning: Kind of sad? maybe?
Special mentions: Donna Strange, Victor Strange, Eugene Strange. A/N: This story is inspired by the Korean Drama called "2521" || omg i've haven't updated in a few days. but here we are. not really my fave chapter but every highs must have lows. no song recommendation today, my two brains cells cannot think of one.
July 4 1999
Dang it. No matter what I do I can't stop thinking about that kiss. Neither of us are speaking with each other, I mean how are we supposed to? He clearly regrets it when I clearly don't and what frustrates me even more is that he gives me mixed signals. Do you like me or not?! Do you do this to every girl you had the pleasure of knowing?! I SHOULDN’T have said "I didn't mind" UGH. HE PROBABLY THINKS I'M DESPERATE.
Mom and Dad had dinner with their friends tonight and I refused to come because I secretly had plans with Donna to watch the fireworks at Mount Achilles lookout where the little festival was happening. Of course, Stephen was there too. . . it was so awkward. . . especially when we ran into Robbie, Sebastian and their group at the night market there. . .
"Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? You used to like coming over Caroline's house." Aurthur asked as he put the brand new wrist watch Vanessa bought him.
You shook your head while you flick through the T.V. pretending to feel out of it while you pet Figaro who was sleeping on your lap, "I'm not feeling that great, I'll stay home. You guys have fun. . ." You coughed a bit, "Also are you guys going to be home late?"
"Hmm we'll be home by ten, that's if your father doesn't get carried away with drinking." Vanessa nudges her husband who waves a hand dismissively.
"I'm not drinking tonight."
"Pft. You always say that, Dad. I'll see you guys at midnight." You chuckle and tore your gaze away from the T.V. while Vanessa leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek.
"Lock all the doors and windows!" Arthur advised as he allows your mother to walk out of the house first.
"Yep. Call me beforehand so I can lock Figaro's cat door before I go to bed." You reply with a nod and your father agrees, "Have fun~" you lean your head back as your parents exit through the door and as soon as you heard their car start, you jumped out of the couch and ran upstairs to get changed into your high rise navy wide leg jeans, matched with pink knitted sleeveless crop-top and white chunky sneakers.
You did your hair into high pigtails then pulled your curtain bangs out evenly. You then ran into your parent’s master bedroom and borrowed your mom's blusher, lightly dabbing the pink powder on your cheeks then rummaged through her drawer for her lipstick and lip gloss.
You have to look extra nice tonight. This voice in the back of your head was pushing you to dress and look pretty. Normally you couldn't care less about how you look when you go out but right now, you do care. Maybe Stephen didn't see me as grown up? He's turning twenty-three in November afterall and I just turned nineteen in April. I have to act cool and nonchalant.
You pressed your lips together to spread the gloss evenly on your lips before perfectly returning your mother's things exactly how they were. You were an expert at that and not once did she suspect a thing about you using her makeup.
You then ran back to your room and grabbed your mini sling bag, shoving your fully charged phone, disposable camera, money and keys inside it. Now you were ready to go next door and meet up with Donna.
"Behave Figaro okay?" You patted his head after you checked that all doors and windows were locked. You head out the front door, locking the main door and then the screen door. You made a run for it before Darla sees you walking out of your house. You slowed down as you approached Strange's porch and then rang the doorbell.
"Coming!" Eugene yelled out from inside, after seeing that it was you, he opened the door, "Hey, kid. Come in, Donna's just upstairs."
"Good evening Chief." You saunter inside as he stepped our of your way and closes the door behind him.
"Have you had dinner? Bev cooked some roast pork." Eugene asks.
"Yes, I did, thank you." You smiled shyly. It wasn't everyday you get to have an encounter with Eugene—and being a witness to him and Stephen’s arguement, you were a bit intimidated by him.
"Hey (Y/N)!" Victor greeted you from the kitchen.
"Hi Victor! Let me know when you want more cookies~" you waved at him. Eugene chuckles beside you and shakes his head.
"He absolutely love those cookies you make, I've yet to try it."
"I'll make extra next time then, Sir." You chuckle.
"That's kind of you, well I better leave you to it, you guys are going at Mount Achilles lookout am I right?" Eugene asks to double check and you nodded, "Alright, I told Stephen to accompany you two because it's the 4th of July, there might be a lot of drunkards around and I'm off duty."
You try not to look surprised since you thought it was only going to be Donna and you, "Oh he is? Donna didn't tell me that." You laughed sheepishly.
"Well, I just told Stephen now. They’re both getting ready upstairs. Go on up." Eugene smiles and pats you on the back before heading back into the kitchen.
"Hey Dad, did you know (Y/N) is my ideal type? Everytime I see her she reminds me of that song 'More than a woman'" You hear Victor say proudly as his father walks back into the kitchen.
"Really? You better hurry and grow up then—I heard girls like boys who sleep in their own rooms."
You let out a breathy chuckle and quietly ascended the stairs. Fingers crossed that wouldn't run into Stephen. Please don’t come out of your room, please don't come out of your room. Just as you were in the hallway making your way towards Donna's room, Stephen came out and you bump into him.
You stepped aside.
He unintentionally steps in that direction as well.
ACT NATURAL.
You step into the right again in an attempt to avoid him but he also steps in the same direction. Probably trying to avoid you as well, but failing so bad. Both of you immediately stepped to the other side.
Damn it!
The whole time both of you were playing dodge, you were looking at your feet. You can’t look at him because you are at the risk of looking right into his lips and then blushing and you DON’T want that. Both of you stop for a second and when you hear Stephen take an inhale to speak, you push right past him and run into Donna's room and shut the door behind you, startling your friend who was putting her lipstick on.
"Ah!!" Donna screamed, causing her to draw over her lips, "Oh my gosh (Y/N)! Look what you made me do." She quickly grabbed some tissue and wiped off the residue on her chin. Donna does a double take and sees you breathing heavily against the door, face flushed.
"Are you okay?"
You nodded eagerly. She doesn't know that you and her brother kissed—and you don’t want to tell her, you're scared of her reaction. Donna shrugs off your weird antics and sweeps her eyes over your outfit.
"Wow, you look gooood." Donna nods in approval of your outfit before continuing to put some makeup on.
"Speak for yourself," you walked over to her at the end of her bed and plopped yourself on her beanbag.
Donna wore a beige high waisted shorts match with a brown belt, a loose button up shirt which was loosely tucked in.
"Does Stephen have to go?" You ask.
"Unfortunately, yes. Dad will not take no for an answer." Donna leans on the mirror to polish up her makeup and sighs, "Robbie and his friends are already there so we might run into them."
"If we run into them, that means they're also running into Stephen." You shrug.
"Ugh that's true. We need to come up with a plan on how to ditch my brother." Donna taps her chin, "Oh! I know! We can get him to buy food for us and then we make a run for it."
"Not a bad idea." You nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, Stephen is at the otherside of the door eavesdropping on your conversation. He scoffs in disbelief after hearing the plans to ditch him.
"What are you doing?" Victor narrows his eyes when he sees his older brother, a grown ass man, listening into two teenage girls' conversation. Stephen placed his pointer over his lips and hushed Victor, "You know it's rude to spy on other people's—mffmfmfmffff."
Stephen tsked when you and Donna stop talking after hearing a muffled sound outside when Stephen dragged Victor into his room with his hands over his younger brother’s mouth.
"Can you be quiet!?" Stephen whisper-yelled at Victor after closing the door.
"Why are you listening to their conversation? Ever heard of privacy?" Victor retorts.
"I should be asking you that question! You've been sleeping in my room every night lately and I can't–" Stephen cuts himself short.
"Can't what?" Victor crosses his arms and cranes his head and narrows his eyes even more.
"Can't focus on writing my song."
"You're writing a song? For who?"
"No one."
Victor rolls his eyes then goes around the room while Stephen watches him closely and the little boy picks up a piece of paper in the trash, "I like your curls, and I like your eyes, I look up at you and just see the sky—Through streetlights I danced, with my heaven at night."
"Hey, give me that! Ever heard of privacy?" Stephen snatches the paper and throws it back in the trash.
Donna barges into the room and finds Stephen and Victor looking suspicious, "Stephen are you ready?"
"Stephen was—eaffvesdropngdfff fofrrmmf." Stephen firmly placed his hand over Victor's mouth.
Donna furrows her brows, "Was what?"
"Was ready an hour ago! Geeze—Yuck!" Stephen pulls his hand away when Victor licks his palm and the boy runs away, "Cheeky little bugger." Stephen mutters under his breath as Victor disappears.
"Hello?? Let's go?!" Donna urges Stephen.
You quickly glance at Stephen and notice that he was wearing oversized jeans and a plain white top and a V-neck vest over it; he also wore a silver bracelet on his left wrist.
Man's got style. Wow.
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Stephen drives for a good fifteen minutes before you realise you're not thinking about Stephen anymore. For the last fifteen minutes of the drive, your thoughts have just been imagining your future. You lean back in the seat and stare out the window, a little envious of both of them. Envious of the things they’ve seen. The places they’ve travelled and their parents allow them. While you keep lying to your parents or sneaking out like this.
You sat behind Donna this time because you were afraid of playing that staring game onto the rearview mirror with Stephen. It was tough enough suppressing your feelings after knowing what Stephen tasted like.
"So why did you suddenly want to go watch the fireworks when you're the one pushing for us to stay home?" Stephen broke the silence but he was talking to Donna, "You’re meeting up with those boys aren't you?"
Donna shrugs, "What’s the big deal? Why are you being so overprotective?" Donna immediately says with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
"Nothing, I just remember things that happened in the past—I don’t want you getting involved way too quickly, do you understand? But I’ve already made it clear to them who they're going up against if they mess with you.” Stephen shoots Donna and all-too-familiar glare.
Donna laughs at his absurdity. “I’m nineteen, Stephen. You can stop acting like Dad now.”
Stephen’s face pinches together, and for a second, he even starts resembling Eugene, “The hell I will,” Stephen growls, “You’re my little sister. I have standards for you, and those boys don't even come close to meeting even one of them.”
You might’ve felt your heart skip a beat after hearing him say that. If Kirra was alive, would Stephen meet his standards? Would he be protective of you just like how Stephen is with Donna? These questions, you’ll never know the answer to.
"Stephen, no guy will ever come close to the standards you’ve set for me.” Donna rolls her eyes again and Stephen nods, getting all righteous.
"Damn right." Stephen chuckles smugly as he indicates to the right to exit the highway.
The thought of missing out on something Donna and Stephen have suddenly upsets you. Though it was tough, you swallowed the hard lump in your throat and faked a yawn as you felt your eyes stinging a bit.
Donna sees you yawn on the side view mirror, "Sleepy already, (Y/N)?"
You shake your head, "A bit. . . but I'm fine." Dagnabbit it, my voice sounded so sad.
Stephen looked at you through the rearview mirror and could see that you were upset about something. His grip tightens around the steering wheel thinking that it's probably because of him. He admits that what he did was a dick move, even though he wouldn't pass his own standard.
It took about half an hour before the three of you found a parking spot and as soon as Stephen killed the ignitions, Donna hops out and stretches, "Finally!!"
You got out of the car as well, though you were feeling like you're in a low mood, you force a smile while Donna hooks her arms around yours and drags you in the food market at the base of the lookout while Stephen follows closely behind.
He was waiting for Donna to approach him and ask whether he could go and buy both of you some food. . .and she eventually did.
"Hey Stephen, do you mind buying me and (Y/N), cotton candy? We'll look around this way for drinks." Donna points in the other direction and Stephen smiles, pretending not to know what his sister is up to.
"Sure." Stephen turns around and walks towards the cotton candy vendor.
". . .Well that was easy." Donna blinks and then shrugs, "Robbie and his friends are all up the hill already, do you want to get anything before we head up?"
You glance at Stephen, slightly feeling bad for planning to ditch him, "Nah. Let's go."
Stephen glances back and watches both of you head up the stairs leading to the lookout. He doesn’t even bother buying the cotton candies, he just leaves the line and follows the both of you, making sure to keep his distance. Compared to Donna, your energy was low and his sister was too excited to be there to even pick-up on it.
Is she upset because of me? I'm so fucking stupid. What was I even thinking? I need to say sorry to her. Stephen sighs and then realises that he was climbing the stairs way too quickly, so he slows down. He could see Donna giving you a teasing nudge, he could guess that she was matching you with that dude Sebastian. You laugh casually, it sounded different from the laugh you had this morning when you lay under the willow tree in their front yard.
As Stephen reached the top, he hid behind the people surrounding him. The boys have already claimed a spot on the guardrails and Donna ran towards Robbie as soon as they saw each other. The lad picked his sister up and twirled her around as they greeted each other with a kiss.
What the fuck—oho you are so dead Donna Strange. Stephen rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. His eyes then were drawn when Sebastian went forward to approach you with a friendly hug. Sebastian looked genuinely interested in you and invited you to take a seat beside him on the picnic table. You laugh at something Sebastian says and it just keeps going from there.
What is that vermin even saying to her? Stephen lets out a low growl and sees a kid holding two cotton candy to his convenience, "Hey kid, how much for your cotton candy?"
The kid looks at him judgingly, "Go buy some yourself mister."
"What do you think I'm doing? I'll give you ten bucks for both."
The kid squints his eyes, "Make that twenty."
"Alright, twenty." Stephen agrees with a sarcastic smile and hands the kid twenty dollars in exchange for his cotton candy. Stephen takes both cotton candies in his hand and mutters to himself annoyed that he just lost twenty bucks.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" Stephen makes his presence known and raises his brows. Donna's eyes widens and pushes herself off of Robbie, "I turned around for one second and both of you were gone. Looks like lost girls, found themselves some lost boys, aye?"
Stephen’s jaw clenches for a second after giving you a quick glance, "Was this the real agenda?" He nods to Donna, "You couldn't go alone so you bring her with you?" Then he nods towards you.
Robbie clears his throat, rubbing his hands on his jeans and approaches Stephen, "I don't think I've had the chance to introduce myself before, I'm Robbie, Nice to meet you." He offers Stephen a handshake and the older male glances at it then at Robbie's face. Stephen transfers the other cotton candy to his other hand and takes Robbie's hand. Squeezing it very tight until he sees the lad grimace.
"Stephen Strange. I'm the older brother. . . I can’t really say likewise, not until we get a background check on you. Did I mention that our Dad is the Chief of Police? No? Yeah, our Dad is the chief of police."
"Stephen! Stop it." Donna says and tries to pull her brother's painful grip off of Robbie's hand.
Stephen releases and gets dragged aside by Donna, "You’re embarrassing me right now!"
"Geeze Donna, you're with him?" Stephen sees that Donna opened her mouth but cuts her off, "Don't you dare deny it because I saw how you sucked that dude's face like a leech."
"Ugh! Alright fine, we've been together for a while now, okay? I just didn't tell you and the family because I know you will react this way—but Stephen, Robbie's a good person. He doesn't smoke, doesn't party much, he is studying to be a Social Worker. Has two younger sisters. Two!"
Stephen sighs heavily and studies his sister's facial expressions intently, "Alright. Then what about (Y/N) huh? Why is she here if your plan was to spend time with your boyfriend?"
"Why not? She's single—"
Over Donna's shoulders Stephen saw Sebastian tuck a strand of your hair behind your ears, "Hey, hey. That's a no touching zone, ever heard of social distancing?"
Sebastian holds his palms up innocently, "I didn't do anything."
"Stephen, will you stop causing a scene?" Donna shuts her eyes and facepalms herself and follows her brother.
"Yes you did, I saw you. You think you're slick?"
"Stephen what has gotten into you? He didn't do anything." You chuckle nervously, puzzled as to why he now decides to pick on you after picking on Donna.
"Are you really defending the guy you met today?" Stephen furrows his brows.
"Yes! You're acting unreasonable!"
"Unreasonable? I was told to come here against my will to protect both of you and I'm being unreasonable?"
Donna leans against Robbie and curiously watches the bickering that's beginning to unfold between the two of you.
"Are they. . .?" Robbie whispers towards Donna and she shrugs. She is completely clueless about what the underlying cause of all of this was. Whatever it was, it seems to have had the two of you arguing like an old married couple.
"There is no one here to protect me from! For all I know I need protection from you! You're acting all weird and it's making me uncomfortable!" You press your lips together and cross your arms.
Stephen scoffs and acts hurt by what you said, "Wow you're literally rubbing salt to my wound right now? Are you a psychopath? How many times have I helped you? Is that how you treat people who are nice to you?"
"Huh! You're the same! Always making me feel embarrassed in front of you, you talk down on me sometimes or–or give me a cold shoulder, you deliberately made a racket when you know I need to focus. You think you were being nice when you did all those things back then?!" You now got up from your seat and stood in front of him.
"You don't know anything! I did it to help you. . .for your sake!" Stephen steps forward while pointing at you but you hold your ground.
"Well if you really want what is best for me then I want peace, quiet and a break from you! Stop getting in the way when someone shows me the slightest interest! You've not my brother!! So what if I'm here because I want to start dating?! What if I want a boyfriend?"
You and Stephen start talking over each other while the rest of the group observes and seems perplexed by the entire scenario.
"You don't even need one! I thought you already had one?!"
"Oh yeah? Where?! I can't see him! I must be blind! Or is he imaginary?!"
"Yeah you must be blind because he's right here! In front of you! Right now!" Stephen directed an intense look at you while steadily raising the volume of his speech and pointing the finger at himself. Stephen's eyes widened as he became aware that he had just spoken what he was thinking out loud. Stephen's lips twisted with embarrassment or regret again, you weren’t sure.
Donna gaped at Stephen and then covered her mouth. You quickly look away as soon as you feel the blush creep up your neck. You felt the heat of your blush and knew your face must be close to scarlet.
Is he crazy?! How can he say that in front of people? He's not even my boyfriend!
"N-no. W-wait, I meant boy space friend—I don’t mean boyfriend, I was meant to say guy friend."
“Y-yeah, I heard you the first time,” You clear your throat, and don't bother looking at the people surrounding you, it's too embarrassing, "Excuse me." You mumbled and walked past Stephen. You don't know where you're going to go, all you know is that you need to go somewhere to cool off for a bit.
"(Y/N)!" Donna calls out as she tries to follow you.
"I'll be fine, Donna. You can stay." You held your arm out to stop her.
"Sorry, I didn't know—" Sebastian began to speak and Stephen shot him a look.
"I didn't mean it like that! We're not together." Stephen was quick to admit it with a sigh and threw his head back as he looked at you go towards the public bathroom to hide.
"What are you playing at Stephen?" Donna narrows her eyes suspiciously as Stephen.
"Nothing! I just said it wrong. . ." Stephen firmly replied.
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You were sitting next to Sebastian in the time that was left before the fireworks display, and throughout that time you were simply chatting to each other and getting to know each other better. To our relief, Stephen ran into his pals, the same ones that you met at the club, with the exception of that jerk Gareth. The uncomfortable tension that has been building up between the two of you has only grown worse tonight, and you have no idea how you are going to honour your promise to him when the two of you are avoiding one other in such a manner.
"Are you serious? You really don't want to be a figure skater anymore?" Sebastian asks, slightly pouting at the thought.
"Yeah. I have dreams outside of skating to be honest." You nodded and he smiled because you sounded certain with your answer.
"You look like you really know what you want to do. I admire that. I struggled a lot before choosing the degree I'm doing now."
"And do you like your degree now? What is it by the way?"
Sebastian nods, "I love it, I'm studying to become a vet. You got pets?"
"Yeah, I have a tuxedo cat. His name is Figaro." You smile to yourself at the thought of your cat.
"Figaro, did you get that from pinocchio? I assume your cat looks like Gepetto's cat then."
"Yes! Finally someone recognizes where I got the name from." You share a little chuckle with Sebastian. The phone rings in your bag, and when you take it out, you discover that your mother was trying to get in touch with you., "Excuse me Sebastian."
"No, go ahead."
"Hello mom?" You answered in a raspy voice.
"Hey sweetie, sorry did I wake you? just letting you know we'll be home in an hour so you can lock the cat door now."
"O-oh, okay. Drive safely." You hung flipped your phone close and muttered, “I have to go.”
“What? Before the fireworks show?” Sebastian frowned, obviously sad to hear that you had to leave, “I’d love to give you a ride home but the car we took is Robbie’s.”
“No, it's fine. . . I’ll take the bus,” You flash him a shy smile and turn to call to your friend, “Hey Donna! My Mom just called, I have to go home.”
“Oh! Then I guess I have to go too, I’ll call Stephen, wait here.” She removed Robbie’s arm off of her shoulder and got up to tell her brother but you pulled her arm to stop her.
“No! It’s fine, I’ll just catch the bus home.” You lightly tighten your grip on her arm and Donna laughs.
“No way, it’s like almost nine o’clock. Stephen! Hey Stephen!” Donna shouts to grab his attention while he hangs out just a few feet away on the other picnic table.
“I’m serious! You guys stay!”
“No (Y/N), we came here together, so we’re leaving together.” Donna firmly tells you and rests her hand reassuringly on your shoulder.
“What’s up?” Stephen approaches without making eye contact with you.
“(Y/N) needs to go home, her parents will be home in an hour.”
“Okay. Why don’t you stay for the show? I’ll come back to pick you up.” Stephen offers a suggestion that Donna might not be able to refuse.
Donna looks at you while she thinks about whether to accept her brother’s offer.
“I’m just going to take the bus. Both of you just stay here.” You repeat yourself for the third time.
“No you’re not.” Stephen says, shaking his head.
“Who says?” You retort quickly.
“I did, you’re safe with me rather than riding a bus alone.” Stephen hardens his tone of voice before turning his focus back to his sister, “I need to talk to (Y/N) in private, so I’ll just come back to pick you up.”
No! I don’t think I can be alone with him!
“O-okay then.” Donna slowly nods and gives you an apologetic smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. . . sure. Enjoy the firework show.” You smiled back at Donna and then frowned when Stephen invited you to go.
Legs oddly numb, you forced yourself to walk with Stephen down the long stairs and back towards the car park, wholly aware of Stephen’s gaze tracking your every step. You didn’t need to look to know that he watched. His gaze was always that intense, especially now. Was he waiting for you to address him?
You wanted to drag out the time where you won’t be alone with him in the privacy of the car but you needed to get home before your parents did. By the time you were halfway through the car park, the fireworks started going off. Such a shame. I wish Mom and Dad could’ve stayed with their friend longer.
“What are you doing? Sit at the front.” Stephen commanded after catching you trying to enter the back seat. You reluctantly hopped inside and turned your whole body away from him.
Five minutes pass by and Stephen still hasn’t said a word but you could feel him glancing at you from time to time. His gaze flicked over your lower jaw, lingering on the corner of your mouth. Your heart seemed to restart and was now in a race with itself. The air seemed to be sucked from the space, and you felt flushed, as if you’d been sitting out in the sun for too long.
“So should we address the elephant in the room?” He finally decided to break the silence, “I’m sorry I ki—did what I did. I should’ve known better, if I can take back my actions I would, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Can’t we put this behind us?”
I’m not uncomfortable that you kissed me, I’m uncomfortable because you keep reminding me that this is one-sided after I told you already that I didn’t mind.
You said no words to Stephen and just kept looking out the window,
“Alright, then. Good talk.” Stephen sighs heavily and taps the top of the steering wheel. A few seconds later, he reaches to turn on the radio to ease the awkward silence.
Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a heartache
Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a mistake
Tell me why
Stephen pokes his tongue against his inner cheek and quietly scoffs, reaching for the dial and changing the radio station until a song becomes clear from the static.
It's undeniable
That we should be together
It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never—
“Fuck sake.” Stephen swore under his breath and punched the power button off. You puff your cheeks to prevent yourself from laughing, though you were feeling like you were in a low mood, you find Stephen’s reaction to the situation rather funny. It alleviated the awkwardness you felt towards him a bit.
After pulling up to your driveway, you quietly unbuckled your seat belt and muttered quietly, “Thanks for bringing me home.” You opened the door and got out without giving Stephen another chance to speak. So, he followed you out.
Stephen smoothly blocked your path, and your heart turned over heavily as your hands tightened into fists. You forced your fingers to relax. The playful light in his eyes had faded.
Whatever patience he had brought was gone. Brushing past him, you knew you would have to go to the ground. You didn’t make it far. Stephen caught you by the arm, “Can we—”
Instinct sparked, seizing control. You spun and slapped his hand off of you but didn’t work. The shock flickering over his face almost brought a smile to your lips.
Stephen stalked toward you, his chin lowered. “That wasn’t very nice—You and I have so much to talk about.”
“We have nothing to talk about,” You snapped, irritated at yourself for finally giving in and responding to him.
“Oh my god, she speaks!” He widened his eyes in false shock and then dipped his chin, causing you to tense. Stephen stared down at you for so long it felt like a small eternity had passed and then he let go of you, stepping back. Cold air blew in between you.
“I heard you, alright?” You snapped again, now irritated at him for his sarcasm, “Let’s put it behind us, it’s a one time thing that will never happen again. I agree.”
“Then can we stop avoiding each other?” He quickly answers straight after, “I’m not used to it.”
“Give me time to process things because I’ve never been kissed or kissed anyone who doesn’t have feelings for me, so this whole thing is a bit weird. We can talk again when I get over it, I promise.”
Stephen lightly wets his lips and nods, “Oh. . .yeah of course. I guess you better hurry back to your house then. . .we can talk later.” Stephen’s tone changed and slowly backed away, confusion held you in its grip for only a few moments, but then you snapped out of it. Easing away from the spot where you stood, you ran, and even though you didn’t look back, you knew he didn’t take his eyes off you.
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“So. . . you wanted to go visit St. Claire Mountain huh? And you want to be a Doctor?” You began a conversation with Sasha. You were now back at your parent’s house eating take-away after visiting Lindsey in the hospital.
“Yeah. . . I mean I haven’t been there and I looked at images in google and it looks pretty.” Sasha shrugs as she takes a spoonful of her food, “Why not? You told me to tell you when I get an idea of what I want right?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Mom, I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Is there a chance that you and Dad can fix your relationship? I just. . . I feel like it’s my fault—”
“Oh honey, no. Do not ever think that! Our decision has nothing to do with you, okay?” You reached her hand and squeezed it tenderly, “Your father and I, we can’t work through our differences anymore, we’re not great communicators and with our busy schedules. . .” You sighed.
“So. . .no? He’s asking how you’ve been coping and I always say I don’t know because you always seem unbothered.”
“Trust me, sweetie. I might not look like it but I’m feeling a lot more than what I show on the surface.” You admit to Sasha.
“Maybe you shouldn’t bottle it up mom, maybe sometimes it’s a good thing to be honest and say what you really feel.”
You chuckle softly at your daughter’s wise words, “Hanging out with oldies have begun to rub off on you has it? Since when did you get so mature?” You reached for the crown of her head and ruffled her hair.
“I’m just looking out for my mom.” Sasha smiles shyly.
“Well. . . if you really want to know how I feel then I guess I’ll be honest. I feel a lonely emptiness or just pure ache that loves to take its time, folding over every memory, reminding me of how things used to be—it’s dawned on me that all the things that me and your dad did together, we now have to do alone. I sort of knew that this was going to happen—that he would decide to leave BUT I knew it was never because of our arguments or the fading I love yous. . . it was the way he looked at me, like he was tired and we were never meant to be together.” Your forced smile twitched as you tried to hold yourself back from crying.
“I just wanted you to know that me and him do not love you less despite us deciding to separate, you’re a blessing that’s been given to us.” You sniffled hard and took a glance towards Sasha who was looking away from you, also holding back her tears after seeing the pained expression on your face, “No matter what, you are our only daughter alright? That fact changes nothing.”
Sasha wipes her cheeks and runs to you for comfort as she finally breaks down in your arms. You hug her tight and bury your face on the crook of her neck while you stroke the back of her head to console her, “It’s going to be fine, I’m here.”
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Hello!
First things first, I absolutely adore your fic, Monachopsis. Like, I can say that one is easily one of my fav fics I’ve read with Eddie and just, ugh, it’s so good. It makes me so happy and I go back to read it from time to time!
Second thing, I saw that you were open to writing for a disabled!reader and I wanted to suggest maybe a Reader who has a really noticeable disfigurement? For example, my disfigurement is that I was born without my right jaw bone, and my right ear, so my face is noticeably off center and one side looks more developed then the other. Im also blind amd deaf on my right side! Its called Goldenhar Syndrome! I’ve had a bunch of surgeries on my face and for other things so I have noticeable scars too. (Of course you dont have to go down this specific route, but I figured it would help to give an example XD)
Anyway, if you want, I’d love to see a fic where Eddie and Reader with that kind of situation, interact!
If anything, I just wanna say that I really like your interpretation of Eddie and to say again that your writing is great!
wahhh thank you so much :,(( that is so kind of you to say omg thank you for this ask, this concept was NOT leaving my skull and i found it adorable
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warnings - mentions of surgery/surgical scars, hospital waiting room (idk beware nosocomephobia havers), not proofread oopsie doopsie
summary - you’re waiting to go into reconstructional surgery, and your boyfriend - Eddie - won’t stop trying to read your patient form.
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“Can I see that?” Eddie holds his hand out, chunky rings wiggling on his fingers when you don’t immediately pass over your patient form.
“Why?”
“I wanna read it,” he pouts and leans close, you can smell the cheap cologne he last-minute sprayed on in the van outside.
“Do you not know why we’re here?” you turn to full face him on your left, head tilting, “Eddie.”
“I know!” he holds his hands up defensively, grinning wide, volume of his protest breaking the golden rule of silence in hospital waiting rooms, “I absolutely know. We’re here for your surgery,” he kisses your forehead sweetly, “You little cutie, thinking I’m a bad boyfriend.”
“Never said that,” you flip to the next page, filling out emergency contacts and home phone numbers and health insurance information.
“It was seriously implied, babe, and I don’t appreciate that.”
Eddie is practically breathing down your neck, nearly caging you against the stone blue wall on your other side. A green and white opaque glass vase sits on the darkwood table between your chair and the wall, a daisy that reminds you of the ones Eddie picks for you outside his trailer sits among roses and lilies. You see it while turning your back to your beau to avoid his piercing bambi stare.
“Babe,” he whines, cheek pressing to the back of your left shoulder, and you can still feel his eyes burn a white-hot hole through your papers, “I’m just trying to see something.”
“What?” you turn back around to face him, “What’re you trying to see, honey?”
He hesitates and a hole splices straight through your gut, and the more logical side of you knows for certain that Eddie would never - not after all his pining and hopeless romance - but something inside you lives on the fear that maybe he forgot. You want him to know, and you’re sure he does. But insecurity is pure ugliness that rides woes and waves.
“Did you forget the name of my condition?”
Immediately, Eddie jerks back, curls waving wildly as he hurriedly shakes his head, “Not at all, baby,” your nose scrunches in the cute little way it always has when he says something ridiculous, “I’ll say it.”
“Go on,” you’re teasing now, and Eddie can feel his heart relax between his ribs. He hates when you’re upset and he always, always has.
Since you two first met in the lobby to Ms. Perkins’ speech therapy. He saw you trying to stuff yourself into the farthest gray corner, and before he could say anything, he was being called in. to discuss the trials and tribulations of his pesky stutter (honestly, it was like his brain just moved way too fast for his tongue sometimes). Before he left, though, he insisted on writing down his number for you - Wayne insisting later that people normally know the names of someone they give their number to. There was an energy about your side of the room - like the anticipation you get before a firework blasts off.
You were quiet, but he could sense thrumming - a big, loud bass smothered in the basement. And he’d be lying by saying that your little pout wasn’t adorable. That wrinkle of your nose that captures him mind, body, and soul to this day enraptured him even then.
“Goldenhair Syndrome.”
You laugh, hand flying to cover your mouth as you giggle.
“Oh, so that’s not it?” he throws his hands up, pure defeat in his muscles. He grins, enjoying the peels of your joy, “Did I say it wrong? I can spell it, probably.”
“You did say it wrong,” you fill out the final sections of your form and run it up to the receptionist, “So wrong, baby,” before sitting back in your chair, you brush a lock of his curls behind his ears and pat his cheek, just a little condescending, “Goldenhar.”
“Okay, so I got the last part wrong,” he rolls his eyes, checking the clock and noting there’s still thirty minutes until surgery, “Goldenhar. Oops.”
“Better,” you prod his arm with your nail, “What were you looking for then?”
“I was watching you write your name to see if you’d,” he snorts, more nervous than genuine in his laugh, “You know!” he twirls the skull ring around his finger, shrugging, “Hesitate and almost write an ‘M’ for your last name, it’s whatever!”
“Eds.”
“What?” he’s smitten to a point of barely even being embarrassed. He’d only find shame in it if you did.
“That’s adorable,” you take his hand, squeezing tight, and Eddie squeezes back tighter.
“Thank you, I really, really try.”
And as soon as you’re off for some reconstructional surgery - Eddie will rush off to buy you the biggest bouquet he can buy. He likes giving you the torn-root daisies as much as you enjoy receiving them, but buying flowers for you would be nice.
“Maybe one day, I’ll actually get to write Munson, hm?”
“Oh, honey,” he excitedly turns to face you fully, eyes wide and lips pulled back so far his teeth are on display, “If you’d let me, I’d marry you right now.”
“Stop,” you swat his arm and you both giggle - neither entirely joking, though.
There’s a soft lull. And Eddie does as he’s best at and breaks it.
“Nervous?”
“A little,” tenderly, you brush your fingertips against the collection of scars from previous surgeries, “You?”
“Why would I be nervous?”
“In case there’s an absolutely dashing doctor in there,” you like making Eddie laugh.
It was like making George Carlin - the so-called Godfather of comedy himself - laugh. Simply the funniest man you’ve ever met - and that may be bias, but you can’t be bothered to care.
“God, I hope not,” he grimaces, “Who else would I force to listen to my campaign plots?”
“Oh, whatever, Munson.”
He leans over and kisses your cheek sweetly, “Yeah, ‘whatever’. You’d be lost without my campaign plots.”
“That’s true,” you squeeze his hand again and he squeezes right back, “I’d hate it terribly.”
"Good," he nods curtly, already planning the route to the florist he saw not a block away from this hospital, "I would too, honestly."
#eddie munson fanfic#eddie x you#eddie x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x you#st#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#eddie.🍓
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Concept: Nathan MacKinnon as a boy Dad lives in my head rent free 🥹🥹 he'd be the sweetest with a chubby little toddler. Lots of cuddles and chubby cheek kisses! And his little boy would absolutely adore him and look at him with the most adoration ever!
omg yes absolutely!! Nate would have a mini him. he would come out long and luciously chubby - 99th percentile for both height and weight, a fact which Nate would continue to apologize to you for for many years to come. but you could hardly be upset when your blonde little boy hooked his chunky little arms, complete with endearing rolls around his wrists and elbows, around your neck or Nate’s, which happened no fewer than 50 times a day.
he would absolutely worship Nate, following him around whenever he was home and constantly begging to watch YouTube videos of Nate’s interviews and highlights whenever he traveled. he would wear his little 29 jersey morning, noon, and night, taking it off only when you presented Uncle Sid’s 87 jersey to take its place on laundry days. and the feeling was mutual - Nate adored his boy even more than he was adored by him, scooping him up and carrying him around for hours on end, taking the opportunity to cover his rosy, round cheeks in constant kisses.
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stop omg your moreid fic was so cute. part 2?
Part 1
The car pulled to a halt in the FBI parking lot, but Spencer didn’t move. He stared at his hands, avoiding Morgan’s eyes. His thoughts were running wild, would anyone say anything about how he looked? Spencer looked down and wrapped his arms around his soft tummy. Morgan had taken him shopping for some new clothes that fit and Spencer liked the new clothes, they were the perfect texture and were his style. But he didn’t like that he had to wear a bigger size. Spencer hadn’t gone up a size in clothes since he was 18 and he felt guilty for having to now.
“Spence,” Morgan said, placing a hand on his thick thigh, “I know you’re nervous, but you look beautiful and if anyone says anything, just let me know.” Spencer took a deep breath and nodded, flinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and exiting the car.
As they walked into the bullpen Spencer was hyper aware of the presence of his chunky tummy pressing up against his blue cardigan. When they had gone shopping for new clothes, Morgan had insisted Spencer get clothes that fit him and not clothes that were too large to hide his body.
Spencer gave Morgan a kiss on the cheek before sitting down at his desk. He pulled out a file and started to get to work when he heard a scoff. Spencer turned to see Agent Davis sitting at her desk a few away from Spencer’s. Spencer tensed as she began to stalk her way over to him. Agent Davis was a tall, raven haired woman, with an intimidating demeanor and ice blue eyes. She always seemed to have it out for Spencer, Penelope had told him it’s probably because Morgan went on one date with her and never went on another.
Spencer avoided looking into her icy glare as she leaned against his desk, “well,” she began, voice sharp as ever, “are you going to ignore me?”
Spencer sighed and looked up, “what do you want, Davis?”
Davis gave him a smirk, “I couldn’t help but notice you seemed to have recovered well, you look relaxed. Maybe a little too relaxed,” she jeered, eyes shining with amusement as she nodded towards Spencer’s midsection. Spencer immediately flushed pink and covered his stomach with his arms.
“Anyway welcome back,” she put on a fake smile as JJ walked by before leaning close to Spencer’s ear, “and good luck keeping Morgan with the extra pounds.” she whispered sarcastically, leaving Spencer frozen, his eyes wide.
Lunchtime soon came, and Spencer and Morgan had agreed to have lunch at a nearby park. Morgan noticed Spencer wasn’t eating, just picking at his pasta salad.
“Pretty boy, come on eat,” Morgan encouraged him, brushing some of Spencer’s hair out of his eyes.
Spencer shrugged, fiddling the fork around the food. He was leaning against the table, his chubby cheek pressed against his fist.
Morgan nervously studied him, noticing how he was sucking in his stomach, “did someone on the team say something about your weight?”
Spencer tensed but shook his head. They hadn’t, though Spencer did notice some shocked looks and stares from JJ. Hotch was as professional as ever and Rossi came the closest, asking if he had been enjoying cooking lately but it wasn't mean, and Penelope had simply given him a one over, said she was happy he was back and that he looked good.
Morgan picked up on the way Spencer tensed, “but someone did?” he guessed, “who was it?”
Spencer sighed and turned to Morgan, “if I tell you, will you promise not to make a huge thing about it?”
Morgan nodded, “it was, Davis. You know how she is, anything she can use against me she does,” Spencer told him, voice dejected.
“I know,” Morgan paused, “what did she say?”
“Just that I looked relaxed, maybe too relaxed,” Spencer bitterly scoffed, “and that you wouldn’t stay with me.”
Morgan's eyes flashed anger and he clenched his fist, “she said what!”
Spencer glanced at Morgan’s face, “calm down. It’s just how she is.”
Morgan took a deep breath and sighed, “I know. But she hurt your feelings, I can tell she did.” Spencer shrugged in response, neither confirming nor denying what Morgan had said.
“Spencer,” Morgan turned Spencer’s head towards him, “I want you to know that is in no way true. I would never break up with you over something as superficial as your weight. And you look good with some extra weight on you.” he smiled, giving Spencer’s chub at his side a little jiggle, causing Spencer to blush, flustered.
“Why do you always do that,” Spencer mumbled, covering his face bashfully, but Morgan could see a shy smile on his face.
“Because, I can’t keep my hands off my beautiful boyfriend,” Morgan teased, leaning over and giving Spencer a quick kiss on the forehead.
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When they returned from Lunch, Davis walked up to them with a smug smile on her face.
“Hey, Derek. I was wondering if you wanted to go get drinks tonight?” she asked, a seductive twange to her voice.
Spencer ducked his head self-consciously, which Morgan took note of. He wrapped his arm around Spencer’s soft waist and smiled, “no, I can’t. I’m spending time with my pretty boy tonight,” Morgan proudly said, causing a small smile to form on Spencer’s lips as he blushed.
“Fine, whatever,” Davis turned to stalk off, but was stopped by Morgan clearing his throat.
“And don’t call me Derek, you can call me Agent Morgan.”
If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts or ideas you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.
Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful
#chubby#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid fanfiction#derek morgan#moreid
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I’d say theodore but short Theo iykyk🤭☺️
baby Teo 🥹
matteo as a baby was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen btw, if our kids look like him ill cry looking at them everyday because omg, his little chunky cheeks 🥹😭
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hi hi hello its your srs im so sorry for disappearing the end of semester is always super busy for me 😔 i will get better i promise
ah so you're the Tech Dude (gender neutral) of the film industry! it's such a huge responsibility to manage all that during performances, especially live ones! do you feel like a wizard when lights begin flashing at the wave of your hand? :D you said you like directing and writing, do you get to do that or do you still have to like, climb the ranks of the industry? and what kind of movies do you want to direct?
ooohh that boy is CHUNKY. such a serious guy. very businesslike fellow. he looks like a Grant to me. and you call him baby 😭 adorable omg. i would like you to give him one thousand kisses on his cute little forehead on my behalf
ugh it would be cool if it wasn't so politicized. which is logical, because it's politics after all, but sometimes the amount of sheer propaganda really grates on my nerves. i can now impress relatives with my scattered knowledge during family gatherings tho 😂 and it helped me realise that i don't want anything to do with politics whatsoever in my life so that's something i guess. i would like to translate books for a living, or become an editor, or video games writer, something similar to that.
well i havent been doing art very long so im still on the "redrawing photos" stage to get the hang of anatomy and lighting. i can't send any pictures or links while im on anon, but when the secret santas are revealed i can give you a link to my art blog, if you'd like :)
ah i love a lot of music from all the decades starting from the 60s, but my fave will always be the 80s glam metal i think. it's just so outrageously self-indulgent. but the emo and alternative music of 00s and 10s is a close second because of its concentration on emotions and inner life. also because ive never left my angst emo teen phase im a huge fan of hard rock and metal with female vocals too. my taste is firmly located in rock and metal genres but within those it's all over the place really 😅 and what about you?
p.s. if you ever feel an urge to attach photos of your cat to your replies, do not hesitate to do so <3
you are ABSOLUTELY okay, i've also been swinging wildly between everything. i hope that the end of the semester has been kind to you!!
i am!! and YES I DO,, i have Ultimate Power (well. to an extent...) and when i did the spotlight operating it was very amusing to watch people realize there were people up there, and then that they suddenly couldn't see those people because we got the light board turned on d:^)
because i'm still a student (and still learning how things go), i can do some work with it now (which i'm SUPER happy about)!! admittedly, i don't have a ton of experience yet... but that's what this is all for d:) ideally, once i can do the just-work part, i'll be able to go right into it... but there is a decent amount of having to climb up, depending on how things end up going for you!! which is okay with me, too, as long as the work is pleasant. and unfortunately,,, i'm still not quite positive what movies i'm most interested in working on, though i'd love to do something spies, or horror movies, and i also have some hopes for a few documentaries if i can get them to let me do it!!
YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!!! he has a little business-like grant face. little working man, working hard at the bread factory (so i can steal all his bread) AND being a bedside doctor-nurse (there was one time where i was very sick and fell asleep in the floor and he jumped over to lead me back to the bed <3) he has been given SO MANY LITTLE FOREHEAD KISSES and he appreciates them all. he gives you many many purrs and also a little cheek lick in return d:)
ohhh god yeah that makes sense (and i’m so sorry you have to deal with all the propaganda stuff,,, it’s Super Very Not Good) BUT!! that’s still SUPER cool (you’re the kind of person to have for trivia nights!!) and it’s good that it’s helped you figure out a little bit about what you’re interested in!! anD ALL OF THAT SOUNDS SO COOL??? i think it could be possible to do a little of all, if you wanted to!! (also--once you can come off anon, don’t let me recruit you to my silly little project, too. ...do you happen to know any german?)
that’s very fair!! any work is still work, though, and i’m very proud of you!! i’d really like that d:’)
and YESSSS it’s about the same here--sometimes, having fun IS best!! you really are just A Legend™ and i’m honored to know you ALREADY,
i will!!! i’ll be attaching as many as possible. here, have the creation of catam d:)
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hii congrats on 300! <3
may I have a 🐸 with remus lupin + college au please? thank you, have a great day/night :)
come celebrate 300 followers with me!
thank you sweetheart, I hope you have a great day/night too!!! i loved this request so much omg :D
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You were honestly just debating letting the pen go. It wasn't important, anyways, and it certainly wasn't worth bothering the pretty boy in front of you. You don't even know how it slipped from between your fingers, but it was currently laying just beside said pretty boy's shoe.
You just decided to leave it there, reaching for your bag to pull another one out. But the man in front of you moved his foot, and you watched in mixed horror and anticipation as he realized there was something under his shoe, leaning down to pick up your pen.
He was already leaning to the person beside him to ask them if it was theirs, so you plucked up as much courage as you had in you, leaning forwards to tap him on the shoulder.
He turned to look up at you, the chunky frames of his glasses obscuring your vision of his eyes. You point at the pen in his hand, “Sorry, that’s mine.”
He grins at you, slipping the pen into your outstretched hand. You can feel your cheeks heating up from just his gaze, and you thank him softly, trying not to attract the attention of your professor. He nods, turning back around to refocus on the lecture, and you’re left to collect your thoughts, most of which are embarrassingly sappy for being about someone you’ve barely talked to.
The lecture runs on and on, leaving you stewing in your own romantic misery. You’re barely even beginning to pack up when your professor finally dismisses you, head swirling with thoughts of the miniscule interaction that you’d be replaying over and over in your head for far too long.
You finally stand up, swinging your bag over your shoulder as you begin your descent to the door. You barely make it one step down when a hand grips your wrist, and you freeze in your tracks.
You turn on your heel, eyes wide in bewilderment as you see who’s holding you in place. The boy from earlier rushes to stand from his seat, his grip on your wrist never loosening.
“Hey, sorry, I just think you forgot something earlier. This is yours.”
He hands you a sticky note, messy blue ink scrawled across the yellow paper. Your brows furrow, because you definitely didn’t drop anything like that, but then you notice that the writing on the paper is a sequence of numbers, it’s his number, and your cheeks burst with heat again.
“Oh, um, thank you.” You’re barely speaking coherently, praying that you don’t sound like an idiot, “I’ll text you later.”
His face, which had previously been twisted into a hopeful grin, spreads into a full blown smile, “Sounds perfect, I’ll be waiting.”
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enhypen x short!reader
pairing: enhypen x short!reader
genre: fluff, comedy
description: how enhypen would react to a short reader!!! this was requested btw i hope u guys like 😁 ive written separate headcanons for sunghoon and jay before but i wrote more here anyways 😏 THERES A COUPLE CUSS WORDS IN HERE
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HEESEUNG:
okay lets get this straight
hes literally the tallest member in enha
and then ur the shortest in ur friend group
POWER COUPLE ⁉️⁉️⁉️
im literally crying bc when u guys are standing facing each other heeseung is just looking straight over ur head LIKE UR NOT EVEN IN HIS LINE OF SIGHT
and THIS is why he always has his arm around ur shoulder or he makes sure ur holding onto his arm or smthn
HE WANTS U TO BE WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES BC SOMETIMES HE CANT SEE U☹️☹️☹️
and when hes practicing he likes to bring u up to dance with him
like he holds ur hands and u just try to 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 with justin bieber playing in the background
“i cant dance heeseung u know this” u stare up at him
“i know just vibe to the music~”
he finds it hilarious so hes giggling the whole time u two do a little jiggy
AND THEN HE GETS ALL SOFT AND TURNS U AROUND TO BACKHUG U AND FACE THE MIRRORS and he watches u guys sway back and forth slowly to the music
he loves the height difference and hes always looking at it in mirrors
JAY:
*takes a deep breath* ... JAYYYYYY‼️‼️
he probably mentioned how short u are a couple times when you first met but i dont think he would be the type to constantly point out ur height and tease u or smthn
BUT!!!!! he loves it
alot of clothes you like are often too big for you and hes like
I Am Here To Rescue You From Distress, My Love
Ur so thankful for him!!!
he loves finding clothes for you
shirts arent a big problem its mostly the pants
AND HE LIKES BUYING U PLATFORM SHOES
he says “u look so good”
Jay ur superman 🔥
idk he just thinks ur so cute
he likes to stare at u like 🥰🥰☺️☺️
❤️_❤️
Jay has such big heart eyes for u AAAAAA
when u two are in the kitchen u arent able to reach the high cupboards
SO HE BOUGHT U A HELLO KITTY STOOL
one time he stood on it and was like “y/n look”
you literally almost broke your neck trying to see him because HE WAS SO HIGH IN THE AIR
so high u were like “u got enough oxygen up there⁉️⁉️”
and then he said “u look like an ant” and he started dying at his own joke
But he never pulled that stool stunt again bc u attacked him viciously🤗🤗🤗
JAKE:
Wait im crying already
everytime i write about jake i have to take a break
hes literally too much for my heart
Okay
HE GIGGLE.....
he GIGGLE!!!!!!!
HE GIGGLES AT EVERYTHING U DO
Hes so obsessed with u its not even funny
he probably loves u more than u love him AND HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE BC HES JAKE SIM
His favorite thing ever is when sit in between his legs and ur back against his chest yknow
when u guys watch movies he feeds u popcorn like that
IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR ALOT OF THEM BUT
Head Pats!!!!!
He pats ur head alot or ruffles ur hair alot
and hes just so gentle with u
Ur like his little baby >_<
HIS BIG JACKETS WAIT
Jakes big fluffy bulky jackets
he wants u to wear them
and he
he zips them up all the way and puts the hoodie over ur head
and he just dies of laughter
Ur standing there like 🧍🏻♂️
“its getting hot in here jake”
you tried to flick the hood off but the chunky sleeve mixed with ur short arm was not a good combination so you couldnt even raise your arm
That made jake lose it and he just fell to the floor in tears😭
but seeing him so happy made u 🥰☺️ kinda so its okay
SUNGHOON:
Hello hand holder
i say this whenever write for hoon
but this guy🤝🤝🤝
Get those hands ready yall
mmm okay
he probably calls u shorty whenever he teases u
Rude ass 🙄
ur like “😐” and hes like
“im sorry” *attacks u in a very messy and unmannered hug to the point where u fall back onto the couch and almost break ur leg*
i bet he holds stuff up in the air so u have to jump up and attempt to get it😭 so evil
but he doesnt like seeing u suffer for too long so he gives it to u after like 5 seconds 😁
he teases u alot but when ur out in public hes like Bodyguard Hoon
Hes not letting anything happen to u!!!!
once again HES HOLDING UR HAND AT ALL TIMES
one thing he says he doesnt like but we all know hes lying is when u like to jump on his back and force him to give u a piggyback ride
he just accepts it
one time u fell asleep on his back and he was like
“uh y/n”
silence
yeah he eventually plopped u on the couch which woke u up
SUNOO:
Sunoo thinks ur so adorable 💧_💧
like u two could just be sitting next to eachother watching something
and u have ur legs pulled up to ur chest and ur arms wrapped around them with ur chin on ur knees
you hear him giggling to himself
u look over like ......🤨 “what”
“nothing y/n *giggles again* ur just so cute”
ur like Staaaaawwp and u push his shoulder
and then he pushes u back
AND THEN U START FIGHTING
Play fighting ****
u guys laugh so much 😭😭
sunoo likes to talk about you alot
to everyone
literally everyone
to the boys: “omg y/n fell trying to reach the garlic LMAO”
to his mom: “y/n went up to this guy thinking it was me and pushed him it was so funny”
to his instagram: “how did y/n fit through my neighbors doggy door and why”
PLEASE when u two have arguments for fun
u go jump on the couch so u can be taller than him
and u just stare at eachother before bursting out into laughter
he loves to show u off aaaa “heres y/n” ☺️☺️☺️☺️
JUNGWON:
EXPECT TEASING AT LEAST ONCE A DAY
Please i think id cry if i was friends with jungwon (AND NI-KI)
he play too much 😫 he actually has no chill
“can u reach this y/n? or should i carry you *evil laugh*”
but besides from the teasing he adores u so much
and theres some things you arent able to do
But hes so happy to do it for you!!! he loves feeling like hes doing smthn for u
He always has this proud dad look on his face whenever u literally do ANYTHING
u could literally pick a twig off the ground and jungwon would go 😊 thats my y/n
he likes to massage ur legs when ur just chilling on ur bed or smthn
hes got one hand massaging ur legs and his other hand massaging his own legs
“i’ll make us grow taller y/n!”
“what??? you don’t need to be taller jungwon, i do!!” u snatch the hand hes using to massage his own leg and plant it right back on ur own legs
he starts laughing really hard and u think ur the president of comedy now 🔥🔥
he likes feeling tall when hes with u
but he also likes being babied 🙁🙁
Plz give him head kisses and cheek pinches
NI-KI:
This kid is literally a titan
and hes crazy
picks u up BRIDAL STYLE and starts running around the room like an animal
like WHAT ???????
he says its because you’re the only THING around and he needs the exercise
and this kid is a teaser too😫😫
“y/n can you hand me the cereal up there? oh wait you cant”
you turn around like What the hell did u just say...
yeah he got a smacking that day
NO BUT SOMETIMES HE BE TAKING THE JOKES TOO FAR AND RIGHT AFTER HE SAYS IT HES LIKE
“im just kidding i didnt mean it”
Anyways
ni-ki is also very sweet
he offers piggyback rides and makes u little gifts
one time u got a cramp from being on ur tippy toes too long
he was laughing at first but then he saw ur eyes welling up with tears and he ran to u really fast 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
ALSO WHEN U HOLD HANDS you both always stare bc THE SIZE DIFFERENCE PLLLZZZSSMMMNXX
heres an analogy
ni-ki hands : whale :: y/n hands : seahorse
LITERALLY U CANT EVEN SEE UR HANDS ANYMORE
they just vanish into thin air and u guys think its peak comedy
“whered ur hand go y/n 💀”
#enhypenwriters#enhypen imagines#enhypen headcanons#heeseung imagines#enhypen#sunghoon imagines#jake imagines#jungwon imagines#sunoo imagines#ni ki imagines#enhypen reactions#jay imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen drabbles
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omg thanks for understanding! I feel bad because I want to support everyone’s work but sometimes I can’t read it :/ but if you’re taking requests, what about Hotch accidentally walking in on Spencer talking to Penelope about his crush on Hotch?
“I know something you don’t know!”
“Statistically unlikely,” Spencer says, his voice thick from the early morning and the copious sugar in his coffee. “But it’s possible.”
Penelope, a shock of pink on an overall beige day at work, bounces on her toes. Her chunky jewelry clinks and clatters as she jumps around. If his brain wasn’t still sleep-addled, it would be too much for him, but he’s been up all night and his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet and he wasn’t prepared for a conversation so early in the morning. Right now, his senses are coasting on him barely being able to process the stimuli. The sun is barely even up. He has to summon a lot of energy to even make his mouth move.
“What do you know?”
“It’s a secret!”
He sighs. “Garcia, it’s 7:30 and you’re going a million miles an hour. Can you just tell me?”
She stops bouncing, arms dropping to her sides. Something like a scowl, an over-exaggerated imitation of Hotch, settles on her face. “Reid, that’s no fun.”
“Why does it have to be fun?”
“Because I love fun! Everyone knows this—it’s one of my best and most obvious features. Now ask me!”
“Ask you what?”
Penelope lets out a loud, put-upon sigh. “You’re killin’ me, whizz kid.”
“You’re killing me!”
“I would never.”
“What’s the secret?!”
“It’s your secret.” Her eyes flash and her smile turns devilish. “I know who you have a crush on!”
Spencer stops cold. “Garcia, I’m twenty-four. I-I don’t have a crush. I don’t have crushes. I haven’t had crushes since I was thirteen. No adult has crushes—”
“You absolutely have a crush. You’re stuttering, you’re doing that hand thing—” Spencer stuffs his hands in his pockets to stop himself from wringing them. “Uh huh. I’m not a profiler, but I know the signs! You have a crush.”
“So?” His voice cracks so loud he winces. “Listen, it… most adults spend a minimum of 1,680 hours in the office per year.” Penelope scoffs. “Exactly. So there’s not really anyone else for us. It’s very normal to be attracted to people you spend so much of your time with! There was a study in 1968 where college students were shown photos of faces, and some photos were shown up to twenty-five times while others were only shown once or twice, and the most liked faces were those that had been seen more. Prolonged exposure leads to increased attraction, so it’s normal that someone like Hotch would be—”
“You have a crush on Hotch?!”
Spencer throws his arms up. He probably won’t need a second cup of coffee, because he could run a marathon—as long as he is running in the complete opposite direction of this conversation. “Everyone has a crush on Hotch! It’s simple psychology! People are attracted to authority; in evolutionary terms, a person in a position of power is seen as someone with resources and abilities that will create viable offspring—” Garcia’s eyes go wide and Spencer feels like he’s dying. His face is so hot, sweat is beading on his upper lip. “Not that—I’m not saying that, I’m saying that’s where it comes from. It’s an instinctual attraction.”
“Spencer—”
“Plus, plus, I mean, he’s also… I mean, as a person, he’s…” The words are stuck behind his teeth and under his tongue. This is the first time he’s ever said any of this out loud, and these feelings have been rattling around in his head for so long it’s strange to let them out. “There’s obviously more dimension to him than just as an authority figure. He’s intelligent, he’s compassionate, he’s passionate… the intensity created in a work situation can mirror the intensity we experience in sexual relationships, so… oh, God—”
“Reid!” Penelope hisses. She grabs his arm, her fingernails sharp like talons, and stops his train wreck of thought.
“Everyone has a crush on me?” Hotch asks, his eyebrows almost at his hairline. Briefcase in hand, obviously having just walked in, Spencer can’t tell if he’s horrified or amused or concerned or any combination of those because Spencer cannot look at him. Spencer is five seconds away from curling up on the floor and transforming into a pile of confetti, with “IDIOT” inscribed on every shred of paper. Penelope seems to be five seconds away from hyperventilating. “I think that’s a little generous.”
“Hotch, I am so sorry—”
He holds up a hand. Spencer nearly swallows his tongue. Penelope’s nails just might draw blood.
“I’m very flattered,” Hotch says softly. “In the future, there are more appropriate places to have conversations such as these—as I have already told you several times, Garcia.”
“Sorry,” she squeaks.
“In the meantime, everyone will be here shortly; we’re being called in to Oregon for a series of missing children cases.” They lock eyes. As always, it sucks the air right out of his lungs. “If you feel comfortable, Reid, we can discuss this more once we return home.”
“Uh… yeah. Yeah.”
Hotch smiles. It’s small, but the hint of a dimple on his cheek and the crinkling at the corners of his eyes spell out genuine… something. Something genuine. Spencer refuses to let hope bubble up in his chest, just like he refuses every time they brush fingers or shoulders or Hotch looks at him for too long, or when he notices Hotch listening intently to his rambling or laughing at his obscure jokes. He squashes it down every time Hotch shows how much he cares—more than any boss would—and, yes, every time Hotch shows exactly how capable he is, in the field and at containing and responding to all Spencer’s chaos and fragility… that’s just who Hotch is. Everyone has a crush on Hotch because he does that for everyone. Spencer refuses to foster hope—but hope settles in him.
Hotch smiles at him, and then he walks away.
“What just happened?” Spencer asks.
“I think I just got you laid.”
#hotchreid#heid#aaron hotchner/spencer reid#aaron hotchner x spencer reid#cm fic#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fic#sorry this took so long i literally got home from work and took a four hour nap and then i needed my adderall to kick in dfjkhdskf#please send me more requests i want to write so bad#also ive never used more em dashes in my life
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May I request a little something? Reader is an employee at the compound and is super shy.. and gets teased by some of the other agents relentlessly. One of the male agents gets kind of aggressive to her because she’s walking through the training area and he starts shoving her saying how she doesn’t belong. But not realizing why she’s there; she’s meeting Loki for a lunch date and he sees someone unworthy treating his lover like trash. If you don’t mind 🥺
A/N: Omg, totally, I had so much trouble figuring out which Avenger would be this mean, but also I feel like Steve would go to the gym to let off some angry steam so I went with him. Two things: The beginning is slow so I apologize and second, I did change lunch date to dinner for continuity. <3 It might seem a bit chunky because I did write some of this last night while I was tired, so I'm sorry if the quality isn’t the greatest.
Also, you're my first request, this notification made me very happy. Request as much as you want :)
You Belong
Loki x reader
Word count: 2201
Warnings: small mention of violence, mean!Steve, Loki fluff
Y/D/N - your dog’s name
It’s not like you hate working at the tower. In fact, it’s the best job you’ve gotten in a year considering you’ve been doing retail work for six years, but as soon as you heard about an opening at the Stark Tower, you resigned and applied.
Simple enough, your job includes watching security cameras and sitting at a desk. Sure, you’re a receptionist, but not much happens so you usually go on your phone and smile at the Avengers as they enter the building. You’re not complaining since you’re not the most outgoing person and the gods know what would happen if you were to have to interact with any of the Avengers (probably you spilling coffee on them or stumbling over your words). Most people don’t believe you when you tell them your job, but after a couple of your friends brought you lunch and crossed paths with the heroes, they stopped teasing you.
You’ve always admired the heroes. Steve, Captain America. You were told stories about him when growing up so when news broke out that he was alive, you became a fanatic. Then came along Tony Stark who famously announced his status as Iron Man and then the presence of an actual god, aka Thor.
They’ve been okay with you in the past. You thought that because they were Earth’s Mightiest heroes that they’d be nice to you, but they often shit all over you. You’ve attempted to say hi to them before, but you get mixed reactions every time.
“Good morning Clint.” … .“Even my deafness can’t drown out your annoying voice.”
“Good afternoon Thor.” …. “Earthling.”
“Mr. Rogers, there’s a package for-” … . “just send it to the floor. No need for conversation.”
Bucky, who is known to most of the world as the quiet boy, will wave and say hi every so often. You think he only likes you only because of your quiet nature, not freaking out over them or treating them like gods. The other Avengers ignore your gestures. Most of the people in the building will get ignored if they attempt to talk to any of them, or if they make the mistake and attempt to approach Tony Stark who will insult them then demand them to pick up his dry cleaning. You’ve been on the wrong end of his antics before, but it’s amusing to watch him mess with people who don’t know not to talk to him.
The attack on New York was the most memorable day, not because of the debut of the Avengers, but because of the introduction of Loki. Everyone was scared, not knowing what his intentions were until the creatures came. You remember working that day at the Tower when they came flooding down. Windows broke and people were going crazy.
Like the idiot you are, you just hid under the desk and hoped for the best. You could hear the screams and echoes of crying around you. It felt like hours before they were gone. Finally gaining the strength to come out of hiding, you found the US army in the building with Loki in handcuffs. You got a good look at the god before he made eye contact with you.
Ten seconds felt like ten minutes as the two of you stared at each other. You couldn’t tell his facial expression due to the muzzle like thing over his face, but the way he looked at you made butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t decide if he scared you or intrigued you. He sized you up, either in case he needed to fight you or he was checking you out. Then came more action.
There were double agents then Loki was gone. You weren’t even sure what to make of it. Months went by without the sight or even talk of Loki. Life went by like normal with the Avengers coming and going and your coworkers bitching about something that you didn’t concern yourself with.
Loki showed up one day out of the blue. Most people got nervous, but you felt the same feeling as the first time you saw him. You couldn’t even give him the same smile or wave as the others for a day or two, not wanting to look stupid in front of the powerful god. Picking up bits and pieces from eavesdropping on Mr. Stark, you found out Loki was staying with the avengers for a while as punishment for New York.
The thought of having to see the black haired god every day made you excited. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Maybe it was his power, or confidence, or even the way that he dressed. After a while, you mustered up the strength to wave to him as he entered the building, which shocked him the first time. He politely waved back, but then it became a habit. Then him buying you a coffee became a habit.
The first time you saw him drop coffee off by you was thrilling. You two became more than what you had with the other Avengers, every so often he’d even stop and talk to you for a moment. He learned your name, dog’s name, even your grandmothers. Your coworkers were stunned by the interactions, given the fact that you’ve never talked to any of them.
“Y/N.”
You look up to see the god saunter over you with a coffee in hand, Thor following close behind.
“I was wondering something.”
“Ask away.”
“Do you have a boyfriend, by any chance?”
“Of course she doesn’t. Have you seen… her?” Thor teases
“Go away, you lug.”
Thor rolls his eyes at Loki as he walks away, watching you two with a suspicious eye.
“I’m sorry for my oaf brother.”
“You don’t have to apologize. The Avengers see me as a burden.”
“That’s not right. You’ve been nothing but helpful, at least sine we’ve known each other.”
“I’m glad someone feels that way.”
“Anyways, you didn’t answer my question. Do you have a boyfriend?”
You felt the heat in your cheeks as he asked the question and hoped Loki doesn’t see your embarrassed rosy tint. Although you try to not let the heroes get to you, Thor is right. You have no chance of getting a boyfriend.
“I’m not… I uh.. No, I guess. No, I don’t.”
“Wonderful, so I take it you have no plans tonight?”
“Uh, no, I don’t.”
“Perfect. Meet me in the Avenger’s living quarters at seven. Wear something nice.”
Loki’s words linger in your head all day until you’re in your bedroom picking out something to wear. You know Loki, he’s flashy, bold. Nothing you own is flashy or bold enough to match him, but he also said something nice so is flashy and bold the way to go? You let out a frustrated sigh when your dog comes to the sound. He starts licking your face, sending you into a laughing frenzy.
“I know, Y/D/N, you make things better sometimes.”
You pet him for another moment before returning to the current dilemma. Searching through your closet, you pick out a simple black truffle dress knowing black will work for any occasion. You settle on some gold earrings and red lipstick. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you pray to whatever god that you’re not overdoing or overthinking the situation.
The night floods over New York as you drive to the Avengers tower. Every possible circumstance flows through your head. Good ones like Loki being into you, the date going well, possibly marrying him one day. Then the bad ones like this are set up, he’s going to be rude, he’s going to be demanding and pushy. As you pull up to a red light, you slam your forehead on the steering wheel. What are you doing to yourself? This is the god of lies, mischief, after all. There’s no way this will be some normal date he asked you on.
Oh my god, he asked you on a date. You’re going on an actual date with an actual god.
You pull up to the tower and park. Bringing yourself up the courage, you get out and make your way inside. Most of the workers are gone besides the security and one receptionist, Katie, who is by far your least favorite coworker. She stares at you in shock at your appearance.
“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that, missy?”
You get all flushed by her teasing, heading straight towards the elevator with hopes of no more interruptions. The attention you got from her was already too much. What if Loki makes a big deal? What if he goes on for what feels like hours about how you look? What if he doesn’t say anything? What if you’re not what he expected?
Trying to shake away the negative thoughts impaling your brain, you walk off the elevator as the doors open. Looking around, you realize you don’t really know where the living quarters are. You’ve never been on their floors before. Most of the time, the elevator won’t take anyone but the Avengers up there due to Tony Stark's well made A.I that practically runs the tower.
You wander the floor slowly, taking in every sight as you walk. You silently thank yourself for wearing small heels since you could hear a pin drop. The large windows display the night sky so well, showing every inch of New York below you. The light from the moon shines in the hallway as you make your way down.
A large thumping sound comes from the end of the hallway, drawing your attention to it and away from the scenery. Slowly, you make your way over to the sound, hoping it’s an indication of where you need to go, but it’s not like you know any better. The sound staggers, going off every so often but not consistently. You wander your way to a room with the door wide open, the sound emanating from it.
You peek in to see Captain America going at it on the punching bag. He’s shirtless so the lights reflect right off the sweat dripping down his body. You’ve always known the serum made him this buff super soldier, but the way his body is completely… perfect… is beyond you. Steve stops for a moment and turns around.
“What are you doing here?”
“I-”
“You shouldn’t be here. This floor is for Avengers only.”
“I was just meeting-”
“What with Tony? Are you just another one of his booty calls? I know you don’t speak much, since you’re all ‘shy’ and that,” Steve says, putting a sarcastic emphasis on ‘shy’, “but sorry to burst your bubble. Stark doesn’t date his receptionists.”
You are stunned into silence. In all of the teasing you’ve received from the Avengers, you’ve never had any of them treat you like this. You freeze up, not knowing what to say or even do besides fiddle with your fingers.
“Nat was right. You’re just some dumb secratary.”
That was the final blow. You back up quite quickly and go back down the hallway. You try to not mess up your makeup as you cry the whole way there. Steve’s scoffing is still able to be heard down the hallways until he comes up to you. He pushes you over, stumbling over your heels, as he walks away, muttering about you not belonging there.
As Loki exits his room, he hears a muffled cry from somewhere off in the distance. He wanders the halls to see you walking slowly towards him, trying to contain your tears. Anger eters his body as he storms towards you, raging at whoever or whatever made you cry. Then he sees Steve push past you in a hurried manner, muttering something to himself. Loki grabs his arm right before he can manage to pass by.
“What did you say to her?” he shouts.
“I told her she doesn’t belong up here. She’s a receptionist for goodness sake, not a very important one, but one that isn't allowed up here.”
“Did it ever come across to your small mind that maybe she does belong here?”
“How would she be?”
“Maybe because I asked her out on a date and told her to meet me here, but let me guess, you’re too shoved up your honorable and glorious ass to hear her speak?”
“Not like she speaks much.”
“And when did that ever stop you with the Winter Soldier?”
Steve stares daggers at Loki until he realizes the god may be right. Not wanting to admit his own fault, he scoffs and yanks his arm out of Loki’s grip, walking away to the showers. Loki looks back to see you staring at him.
“I’m so sorry, love. He’s not as great as he seems.”
“No, he’s right. I don’t belong-”
“Don’t you dare say that. You do belong here, as much as I do, especially when you’re with me.”
You smile as his kind words, feeling the desperate sadness fading away from your mind. Loki reaches out for your hand with a gentle smile.
“Now, I believe we have dinner waiting.”
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hi there !! congrats on the new blog, im really excited to see it grow and read the amazing stories you’ll post ! could i maybe ask for some sweet gojo headcanons with a s/o a little younger than him, maybe 20/24, nothing too extreme ofc. take as much time as you need for the requests, and I hope you have a wonderful day !!
GOJO SATORU WITH A YOUNGER GN!S/O
tag(s): fluff
the age gap isn’t even be an issue because of how playful and energetic gojo is–– at times, you actually feel like the older one in the relationship. he’s always teasing you, running around doing stupidly adorable things, sticking his tongue out when he doesn’t get his way...
but you’re also more mature for your age as well. you have to deal with the inevitability of death and, if you’re not a fellow sorcerer, the reality that the world is full of monsters that you can’t see
gojo loves teasing you–– your pet names are “[his] baby”, “snookums”, “princess/little prince”, “buttercup”... the cheesiest things on earth. but it’s just so cute and he loves treating you like something precious
but he loves it the most because it riles you up!!! and seeing you trying to square up to the strongest sorcerer in the world is just hilarious to him
sometimes he’ll call you “kiddo” just to get under your skin even though you’re literally over 20 lmfao
he ruffles your hair a lot and loves squishing your cheeks together 🥰 you’re babie to him
gojo is quite protective of you but he won’t stop you from living your life and he’s also not overbearing. plus, he likes an s/o who’s got spunk and independence
that doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry 🥺
even if you’re a special-grade sorcerer he knows can hold their own (and expertly so) against special-grade spirits, whenever he hears that you’re going on a mission without him, his entire body tenses. his brain is like, “satoru. they’re literally the same grade as you. they’re going to be okay.” but he just doesn’t want to lose you–– you’re so... soft and tender and loving and young
if you’re not a sorcerer, gojo is way more protective. he doesn’t necessarily think you’ll get attacked while he’s gone (unless there’s been some political turmoil happening amongst the spirits involving gojo himself...) but he just always worries that you’ll get yourself caught in the middle of an area with cursed activity
“if you sense anything wrong––”
“turn around and leave and call you, yeah, yeah i know, you old fart.”
omg if you call him “old man” or “fossil” or make age jokes he gets SO OFFENDED lmaooo his jaw literally drops. get ready to be tickled to death or given the cold shoulder until you beg for forgiveness LOL
you tell him that it looks like he’s got a few more white hairs than usual and gojo spends the rest of the day acting like he’s geriatric
“satoru can you pass me that jug of water?”
“no i need them for my daily vitamins. the doctors say i need to take them to prevent losing bone density.”
or you give him a kiss and he’s like “wow. the taste of youth.”
if you complain about anything he just crosses his arms and goes “back in my day..” PLEASE 😭😭😭
if you’re less experienced with love and romance, get ready to learn because before you came around, gojo was a real playboy
he teaches you how to kiss properly. with tongue. where to put your hands. what guys like while making out and... other things 👀
i don’t see gojo as someone rushing to get married–– so he’ll happily wait for you to reach that point in your life when you’re comfortable settling down
again, the age gap doesn’t even feel like a thing with gojo. he’s just so spirited and playful and literally emits youthful energy that it almost never comes up
except when you get him a giant, chunky vintage 80s mobile phone that unfolds at the bottom and has antennae at the top for christmas and go “i saw this and thought of you 💖”
LMAOOO
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