#love how people tried to drag him just today for being confident
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ enemies to lovers
.ೃ࿐ adam x fem!reader .ೃ࿐
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
summary: in which you and adam find out you don't hate each other as much as you think you do
cw: NSFW, fem!reader, p in v, oral (fem recieving), creampie, adam (he's his own warning), hair pulling, semi-public sex, cussing
a/n: FINALLY DONE !! first smut fic though, so apologies if some things dont make sense :(
you hated adam. you hated his cocky attitude and his fuckboy persona. and most of all, you hated how everyone stayed quiet about it.
him being the first man didn't mean jack shit to you. if he was being an egotistical asshole? you won't hesitate to put him in his place. even if that meant starting an argument in front of the promenade, putting your hatred for one another on display.
adam, on the other hand, loved someone who could match his abrasive attitude. and it meant more that you went out of your way to shout insults at him every chance you got. to be honest? it turned him on. but he would rather die then admit that.
during meetings, you two would bicker non-stop, shooting daggers at each other from across the table.
so yes, everyone and their mothers knew about you and adam's ongoing feud.
what did everyone also know? the unspoken sexual tension between you two. the tension so thick it was tangible. the tension everyone knew about except the two idiots who claimed they hated each other. even lute was getting sick of it.
"what a bitch, am i right?" "yes, sir." "she's just salty because i'd never go for a cunt like her," "mhm, sir." "maybe i sho-" "you know what i just remembered? sera saying she had something to discuss with me. ill be leaving now, sir." adam shot her a confused look. it wasnt like lute to walk out on a conversation so abruptly. (spoiler alert, she just didnt want to hear adam talk about you for the millionth time today) "well, uh, shit, okay."
upon leaving, adam bumped into a familiar face.
"well, well, well, if it isn't-" you slid right past him, ignoring any advance he'd tried making towards you. "what the fuck?" adam's face grew warm from embarrassment. did you just ignore him? he planted himself in front of you, hoping to make a statement. his tall figure hovered over yours. "ignoring me, hm? is that any way to treat the first man?" he teased. you sighed and rubbed your forehead in annoyance before answering, "if by 'first man' you mean 'overly-confident egomaniac' then yes." that's what adam liked about you; you didnt kiss his ass 24/7 like all the other angels. you didnt crave his approval. "i seriously don't understand how people can tolerate being around you," you groaned.
"oh fuck off, the ladies love me," he grinned. "especially in be-" you threw your hand to cover his mouth. "ugh, spare me the details, you gross fuck." your statement only widened his shit-eating grin. "why, jealous?" he teased, dragging on the s. "fuck, no! i feel bad for all the women you've slept with, they've probably faked all their orgasms as to not hurt your fragile ego." you retorted. adam's smirk dropped. he couldn’t BELIEVE you thought he was incapable of pleasuring a woman. luckily for you, his anger quickly turned to interest as an idea popped up in adam's head. he leaned into your ear, voice low and husky, "you wanna bet on that?"
taken aback from his sudden offer , you backed up until your back hit the wall of the alley you two were in. “what,” you breathed, “are you on about?”
“if i can make you cum,” adam started, “you have to admit that one; im the dick-fuckin’-master, and two; i AM capable of pleasuring a woman. deal?” adam's said a ton of dumb shit, but this? you let out a boisterous laugh. “are you serious?” but after a few beats of unearthly silence, thats when you knew he was. “well, shit.” you did want a chance at proving him wrong and taking down his ego. to be fair, no one’s made you cum in a long, long time. and you were always up for a challenge.
you grabbed adam by the collar and dragged him down to your level.
“deal.”
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thats how you found yourself up against a wall, being eaten out by the first man, the first soul in heaven, and your well-known rival.
you didnt want to admit it, but god, this man was good with his tongue. not to mention his hands.
he gripped your thighs tightly, spreading them apart and smirking up at you. your flustered face drove him mad, only fueling his desire for you. its not his fault you looked so fuckin’ cute. maybe he should get you like this more often…
adam shamelessly licked up and down your entrance, earning small involuntary whimpers from you. he dragged his hand down your thigh to rub circles on your clit, making you twitch under his touch. “taste so fuckin’ good,” he growled. wanting more, you tugged at his hair, forcing his tongue to prod at your cunt. “impatient, are we? and to think you hated me.”
it was like he was waiting for this exact moment; for adam ate like a man starved. like he hadn’t eaten in days, and you were the only thing that could nourish him.
suddenly, he sunk his long tongue into your clit, “shit, adam!” he smirked against your cunt. “enjoying y’self, babe?” “f-fuck—haah—you!” was all you can manage, before he sunk his tongue deeper into you, fingers now circling your clit twice as fast. “dont worry, tits, you’ll be doing that in a bit.”
it wasnt long before you had cum all over his tongue and face, panting like a maniac. you had already lost the bet, but you didnt care. nor had any of you two mentioned it. lost in a drunken haze, all you wanted was his cock buried inside of you.
you quickly recovered from your high and grinded against his painfully hard erection. “s-shit, babe, didn’t take you for a desperate whore,” adams words were slurred, his need for you fogging his brain. “s-shut up,” you retorted “looks like you can still talk back,” he grinned. “i’ll fuck that bratty attitude out of you.” “youve yet to do so,” you teased. “you bluffing, dickmaster?” oh, now you’ve got him in a chokehold.
those would be your famous last words, before adam would recklessly pound into you.
adam quickly undid his boxers, revealing his hard cock, precum already spilling from his tip. you thought he was joking when he called himself the ‘dickmaster.’ you silently wondered how that would fit inside of you. “see how fuckin’ worked up you get me, tits?” adam babbled.
he bent you over, your wrists just above your head.
you were about to reply with a snarky comeback when he pushed his cock into you, no warning beforehand.
“i fuckin’ knew it,” he said. “tight as shit. bet no one’s fucked you as good as im about to, huh?” you wanted to respond, to deny his accusations, but the only sounds that left your mouth were desperate moans and whimpers. it was like music to his ears, fueling him to fuck you brainless.
his large size stung, but pain quickly turned to pleasure when he began to move.
he picked up his pace, pounding into you brutally. it was oh, so sinful. but adam would go to hell anyday if that meant he could have your tight little cunt all to himself.
adam took a fistful of your hair, forcing your back to arch. when you didnt protest, adam threw a line of praise at you. “there we go, good fuckin’ girl, just like that…” the position you were in was a bit uncomfortable, but you quickly stopped paying attention to that when adam thrusted into you sharply. “s-so good f’me,” he babbled.
you knew he was almost at his peak when his thrusts grew sloppy. “shit, almost there, fuck!” he groaned. “m-me too, adam, fuck,”
in one deep thrust, he buried himself inside of you, spilling his cum. you felt your stomach grow warm, full of adam’s seed.
adam was still inside of you, even after you both had came. there were no sounds other than your pants and his huffs. thank god this was an empty street.
finally, he pulled out of you. you whined at the loss of contact, earning you a cheeky grin.
“so,” he said, breaking the silence. “how was that for pleasuring a woman, hmmm?” adam smirked. “still hate me?”
“always, just a little less now.”
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Good Girl For Them
Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor
Content: obscene speech
Dazai Osamu
You wanted him at work You wanted him at home you wanted him everywhere but he wasn't interested in you these days you knew what a serious guy he was at work
If it's a really serious business, you can never stop him, but it's been going on like this for 1 month, he doesn't take care of you, sometimes you even suspect that he's coming home, he sleeps at work or comes home for 2-3 hours
There's nothing he can't do in his job. A mission was more valuable than his own life. You tried to talk to him, but he promised you to pick up where he left off after his mission
But you really didn't like to put up with it, you were going to sleep alone tonight like any other night. But tonight you were feeling horny just like any other night, the only difference was you didn't want to deprive yourself
You wanted to touch yourself but you hesitated but you really started thinking about him you closed your eyes slowly undressed..everything was normal until you moaned his name "osamu..hah" you sighed your fingers went deep until you heard that voice
"So that's how you satisfy yourself while I'm gone, bella”
Your eyes widened at the sound you heard and I quickly sat up, "Osamu? It's not like that-" Osamu put his hand in his hair and scratched his face with a slight anger, "If that's what you want"
You couldn't speak, and he sat down slowly on the coffee table across the bed "Hm? What's the matter sweetie"
He was looking at you as if he was expecting something, you swallowed...you got out of bed and knelt in front of him "So cute" Your hands went to her pants and you unzipped them
“You're a good girl, aren't you?"
Chuuya Nakahara
You were working in your office and your boyfriend was front of your desk, and next to you was a boy who had just joined the team
You were all reviewing and organizing the documents the Boss gave, but you talked a little too much with the boy next to you and you got chuuya's full attention
The boy bent down in your ear to tell you something, suddenly the table slammed into the floor hard "what the hell are you talking to my woman?" looking at the boy, chuuya asked
The boy didn't answer and you didn't talk he just told you something about work and it made your boyfriend suddenly angry but you didn't find him wrong so you kept your silence
"We're leaving! We're done here for today, but you'll take care of the files for us" He made fun of him and grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you out of the office
He quickly pulled you into a corner. "Why are you letting him talk to you? Or does he have something that I don't?" he asked in a serious and slightly elevated tone
You laughed at his angry face "my love it's not possible she told me something about work it would be silly to look at another man than you"
He grinned at you, "So that's it… will you do whatever I say?" You nodded your head yes
“kneel my love”
Fyodor Dostoyevski
These days, you didn't even have time to stop by the house where the two of you live together, you were constantly going on missions
You were secretly working in the Agency to spy, for Fyodor and you couldn't find the time for her these days, but you didn't care, you wanted to give her important information and show her your worth
You were in one of those duties again and you were talking to the people in the agency, at that moment you felt a sense of being watched, but you thought it was not that important and continued the conversations
When it was evening, you finally came back to your house, your eyes were light sleepy, you saw him, you wanted to give the information as soon as possible and increase his confidence in you, in fact, you were doing everything for him
When you got home you saw your boyfriend Fyodor waiting in the dark "oh? didn't you sleep? I brought you good information" your voice rang with joy but no sound was heard from him
"Fyodor? What's the matter? Was there a leak in one of the missions—" he interrupted. "You think everything in my life is a mission?" You are stunned "I chose you as my girlfriend but you are not here even at night my dear?"
You didn't know what to say "I do everything for you... aren't you ?" your hair fell in front of your eyes, the man's eyes shone in the moonlight and he looked at you
"To happy me? Do you really want that?" You nodded but you thought to yourself did you really do all this to him but didn't he want it all this time? You looked forward to what he was going to tell you. Another mission? Or Assassination?
“Show me your Skills and kneel under the table”
Request Are Open
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Put Some Clothes On
Ginji Kyūma x reader
We talked about this…
Fluff (mentions of nudity)
“Where is he?” Maki crossed his arms with a bored look on his face.
I raised an eyebrow towards him, “How should I know?”
“You’re his lover.” Shitara pointed out.
“And?” I rolled my eyes at him, “You know Kyūma as well as I do, he always has something planned.”
“Probably making some big entrance.” Kisaragi sighed.
“Kyūma!! Hurry the hell up!” Kanzaki yelled into the empty air.
I turned to our guests, an apologetic smile on my face, “So sorry for the wait.” I held up a finger, “It will only be a moment, I promise.”
“Ah…” The boy with scruffy black hair scratched the back of his neck with confusion.
“Welcome!” Kyūma entered the arena.
“Oh thank goodness,” I turned around, the relief in my breath forming into a huff at his attire or rather lack there of.
My eyes grew wide as a embarrassment the color of red roses flushed throughout my face. He decided to do this in front of the other team? Did we not have an entire conversation of why he shouldn’t be naked? At least during this life and death situation!
“Ginji Kyūma!” I motioned to him to which he only looked at me innocently, “We talked about this! You need to stop walking around nude!”
“I am only in my true form my love!” He argued back.
I groaned, dragging the palm of my hand across my face, “You can be your true self by wearing clothes too Kyūma. You wore them in the other world all the time!”
“But that was because society deemed it so… Long ago, countless people would walk around nude without being criticized.” Kyūma spread his arms wide, “I am merely bringing back a lost culture.”
“Being nude is not a culture.” I mumbled.
“I don’t like to hide anything about myself. I want to be as open as I can be in a world that is-”
I tuned out his rant of how it should be okay to be nude, looking to Kisaragi for help.
“Hey, you agreed to all that.” Kisaragi pointed to Kyūma with a chuckle.
“I agreed to date him before we came here and I most definitely remember him in clothes.” I crossed my arms, “Imagine him being nude on stage? The scandal! Nevertheless the countless women and men that would swoon over him all the time.”
I yelped, my face flushing red as Kyūma wrapped me in his arms.
“My love, if you are worried about that, know that I will only ever have eyes for you, I promise.” He insisted and as always, never fails to hold up to his promise.
“I am not worried about that, but I just don’t understand why you can’t at least put some shorts on? This is a tag game after all.” I tried to reason.
“You know my ideals…” Kyūma whispered into my ear causing my shoulders to slump in submission.
“I know…” I replied softly with a sigh, “And I respect your decision. Do what makes you happy Kyūma.”
“You still love me.” He stated as if it was a universal fact.
“Without question.” I answered almost immediately looking up at him. His calm expression and long dark hair made me lose track for just a moment, “Since you refuse to get dressed, can you at least welcome our guests? They’ve been waiting an awful long time.”
“Right.” He cleared his throat before turning to the other team players looking confused and embarrassed, “Welcome to the King of Clubs game!”
I smiled softly at his charisma as he confidently walked over to them as if were greeting fans on stage.
I felt it in my heart that whatever happens today, at least we will go through it together.
#alice in boderland x reader#alice in borderland#aib x reader#aib headcanons#aib spoilers#aib x you#ginji kyuma#aib kyuma#kyuma x reader#kyuma#king of clubs
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Fate (part 4)
Soldier boy x Fem! Reader
Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.
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She was tense.
The streets were different than what she remembered.
It was more crowded, more gray, more concerete
Even air felt more different.
people where everywhere, rushing to their jobs, talking on the phone, No doubt she missed being outside. But not this. She missed the green, forests, trees, the silence, Being able to lay down on grass and daydream for hours. Away from people, away from the world.
Lost in her thoughts y/n didn't realized that she was clutching to his arm.
He was tense as her, feeling it, she turned her head to look at his face. There was confusion in his eyes, which didnt surprised her, he was asleep for 40 years after all, must be a nightmare she thought, falling asleep to a awful world. Then waking up to even more awful one.
But there was something else in his eyes too.
Anger, or disgust maybe?
Well she couldnt blame him again, all the things humans did to him.
-"Are you okay?" she asked
It was like he didnt hear her, still looking at surroundings.
She squezzed his hand gently, asking him again.
He heard this time, Confused look suddenly vanishing, a confident one taking over. He answered while sueezing her hand back.
"Yes, doll why wouldnt i be?"
She knew he wasnt, she could see it. The slight twitching of his mouth, The tense shoulders, and jaw. He was faking it. She decided not to talk about it.
"dont know, i thought it might be a hard for you, i mean you are seeing the world after 40 years."
"This is nothing to compared the things i seen doll, dont worry about me. I fought the nazis, i was locking up the assholes even before you were born."
-"yeah, i know B-ben -sorry i mean soldier boy, i read them in your files. Very brave of you."
"Ben is fine." he said smiling slightly.
-"But what about you? Your heart is beating like a bird." He added.
"Oh, shit, of course he can hear it." She told herself.
This was one of his powers.
-"I-its nothing, i always feel nervous in crowds."
-"Is that so? why?"
-"I-i dont know i always been like this."
Whatever you say doll he said, she had a feeling he didnt believe her either.
They walked and talked, he asked her about the things he saw on the street
And she tried to explain them, which was hard.
Especially "rectangle things" that people hold in their hand, or put in their ears very confused him.
-"do you have one too?"
-"yes, i mean i had one, before they took me. I used it mostly to listen to music."
-"you can listen music it with?"
-"yes, we can get you one too, when we have money. Actually i had a bank account, we should check it."
He pointed the wall behind her suddenly, there was poster of a blonde guy with blue eyes.
-"Who is this punk?" He asked. This is the 10th time i seen him today"
"O-oh he is Homelander. The strongest supe"
"Strongest supe?" He scoffed, arrogant expression on his face.
-"People really love him here, more like worship him. I always found him a bit off tho."
-"Why is that?"
-"Dont know, she shrugged her shoulders. Just a feeling i guess."
-"well doll, i agree with you."
He said absently, he was one of them, He knew how different supes were from what media made them seem. Far away from the saints people thought they were.
How would she feel if she knew? He thought to himself.
The things he did.
Would she be afraid of him too, hate him too?.
a sound, made him snap back from his thoughts. a music was coming from a distance:
"За окном кудрявая белая акация, солнышко в окошечке, алым цветом лес
У окна старушечка, лет уже немало, с Воркуты далекой мать сыночка ждет
У окна старушечка, лет уже немало,"
He was almoat hypnotised, starting to walk towards it. Dragging y/n too, with their still interwined hands.
Hearing Russian song made her flinch.
-"Ben where are we going?"
He didnt answer, turning to right,
It was an empty street. Just a truck waiting on the corner. Few boxes with vegetables in it. And a old radio
He halted suddenly looking at the radio.
"-Lets go ben this song is getting on my nerves too." she told him. Pulling him soflty.
but suddenly his bag fell from his shoulder. He leaned forward. Breathing heavily.
-"Ben, whats happening are you hurt?" She half screamed. putting her hand in his forehead,
He was burning.
It was like he wasnt hearing her. Just like in the lab.
And
His chest started glowing.
She realized in horror. It was happening again. "No, she thought no one can see him they would lock him up again, they would hurt him."
She could never let this happen again.
With shock ,She did the first thing to came her mind again.
She hugged him, with her all strenght. Covering his chest with her body.
And started whispering to his ear.
-"We are not there anymore. We escaped Ben. You are free."
-"you saved me too, you took me to a plane, remember. Remember please,"
She continued to whisper. Brushing his hair. While crying.
Didn't know how much time passed, but eventually his breathing turned back to normal. His body cooled down.
He pulled back slowly, looking at her face. His expression normal and strong again.
But she was far from it. Her whole body trembling. Her lips were quivering, nose red, fat tears on her cheeks.
He wiped them with his fingers. Patting her heas as if she was a cat. As if he wasnt about the explode 2 mins ago.
"lets get out of here doll. I know where to go."
Notes: Guys i forgot my laptop in grandmas house thats why chapter is late. 🤡
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Home~ Neteyam x Metkayina!reader
Summary: Leaving behind everything he knew was hard for Neteyam and then adapting to the ways of the new clan was even harder. He'd push himself, overwork and exhaust himself even, to live upto his family's expectations; never really giving his own wants a second thought. That's why Y/N was the prefect companion for him, someone who kept things in his life balanced, who made sure to let him know that what he wanted was just as important, perhaps even more so, than what everyone else wanted of him.
//slow burn, cute fluff, Neteyam being a sad bean//
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Jake was sure his eyes would pop out of their sockets any minute now. With every word his sons uttered his blood pressure only went higher and higher to a point where he was sure he was due for a stroke. From what he was hearing he was affirmative he passed down only a singular braincell that was being shared by his sons.
"You said what" Jake's voice cracked, hand flying up to pull at his hair "Neteyam she is the chief’s daughter!"
"I know, I screwed up" the older boy hung his head in shame, still cringing at how he handled the situation.
"And you didn’t disappoint as well did ya? You beat up the chief’s son" Jake turned to Lo'ak who was also looking everywhere but at him "He takes us in, trains us and this is how you show appreciation? By harassing his kids"
"He was picking on Kiri" Lo'ak tried to defend himself, knowing well that it wouldn’t work.
"Go make peace with Aonung" his father sighed "I don’t care how you do it but just.. go"
Lo'ak walked away in defeat, in no mood whatsoever to argue. Besides, he did agree that the situation could’ve been handled better and they both did contribute to making the situation worse than it already was.
"And I didn’t really expect this from you of all people" Jake continued once his youngest son was out of earshot "what were you thinking, talking to the poor girl like that?"
"I'm sorry, I was being an idiot" Neteyam apologised. He had kept his own feelings under wraps for so long, only concerned with looking after his siblings to a point where he had finally reached his limit and like a bomb, exploded earlier that day "I'll go fix it"
"Damn right you will" His dad let out another disappointed sigh "now get outta here"
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Neteyam dragged his feet through the sand, absolutely dreadding having to face Y/N again. He was sure she hated him now, she'd made it pretty clear by letting them know that she wouldn’t volunteer to train them any longer and he wanted to run into a wall for ruining everything. His siblings liked her, they loved every second they spent with the girl and he made a mess of it by allowing his emotions to possess him.
He begrudgingly searched around the village, not really sure of what he could possibly say that would fix the damage he caused.
What he did not expect, on top of all of this, was to find Y/N with his mother. They both were practising archery, or more like Y/N was struggling to keep up with Neytiri.
"Yes, keep your shoulders pushed back" She circled the younger girl, giving her helpful critique "no, don’t hold on to the arrow so tightly"
The boy sheepishly approached, a bit more nervous than what he already was.
“Neteyam?” His mother called out when she finally saw him, shifting even Y/N’s attention to him. The moment her saphire eyes landed on him, he felt small, all his pride and confidence from before withering away under her gaze.
“Am I interrupting?” He asked, offering a polite smile nonetheless.
“No, you can come and help Y/N” Neytiri responded. She knew her children liked to spend time with the girl, completely oblivious of the events that took place earlier that day.
“It’s okay” Y/N immediately butted in, keeping her voice steady “he’s probably got other stuff to do”
“Not really” Neteyam knew she didn’t want him there but he wasn’t going to leave until he had a chance to properly apologise “no lessons today, remember?”
“Why not?” His mother asked, curiously.
“I got held up with something” Y/N lied convincingly and Neteyam understood that she wasn’t planning on telling anyone about what happened earlier. He was a smidge grateful for it, he wasn’t really wanting to earn a scolding from his mother as well.
“I can help you with this you know” he tried again, pushing his luck and hoping she’d just let him stay.
“No thank you, I’m fine” she snapped without missing a beat, looking toward the makeshift target once again and away from him.
Neytiri glanced between the two teens. The tension among them was intense and evident. What had suddenly caused such a weird atmosphere between them?
Her eyes searched her son’s and he stared right back her pleadingly and she could tell that he wanted to be around Y/N whilst she was actively trying to be rid of him. Something clearly went down between the both of them and the best thing to do was to take a step back and let the two of them sort things out.
“I have to make sure Tuk is with Kiri” the older woman made up a reason to excuse herself “I will be back, keep practicing”
She gave her son a look before she walked away, leaving behind a thankful Neteyam and an annoyed Y/N.
“Here” he sweetly approached her, reaching out to fix her form but she simply shifted away with an ‘I’m good’ and continued to shoot arrows that missed the target “trust me, I’m just trying to help”
Still not meeting his gaze, Y/N silently nocked another arrow. This time she didn’t scoot away from him so Neteyam took it as a ‘go’ for him to help her out. He was quite good at archery, he’d earned good praise from the other hunters in his clan.
He placed his hands under her forearms to raise her hand a bit that had begun to droop from tiredness. He then lifted her elbows slightly, inching closer until his nose was almost grazing her cheek.
“Loose” he whispered, right before she let the arrow whizz through the wind and hit the target. Not the centre, but still quite close. Impressive really for someone’s first lesson.
“I did it!” She happily chirped, as if she’d forgotten she was upset with him. Her face lit up and she chuckled with pure joy before she cleared her throat, regaining her stoic composure.
“I’m sorry about what I said” he wasted no time, lest she picked up her stuff and left. She already seemed to not want him around “it was arrogant and ungrateful of me. I was trying to defend my siblings but I guess I ended up letting out all of my pent up frustration on you, a-and that was wrong of me”
He was relieved that she at the very least was listening to him so he continued.
“I didn’t mean what I said, that you’re nothing more than a privileged girl” he looked at her, hoping she’d meet his eyes but she didn’t “we both know that’s not true and I fully understand why you wouldn’t want to be around me anymore. I won’t show up to your lessons if that’s what you want, but don’t distance yourself from Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk- they like to be around you”
“That’s not what I want you know” she put away the bow to go retrieve the many arrows that had missed the target, now scattered in the sand “I thought we’d all get along. I liked being around them too, you included”
Neteyam’s ears pointed upward, like a child hearing praise from a parent.
“But then you said the most cruel things today, things I never thought you’d ever utter” she continued sadly “and I thought maybe I was wrong about you-“
“I’m sorry” he said again, feeling really stupid that that’s all he could really say “it’s been hard leaving the forest. That was my home, it’s all I’ve ever known. And then all of a sudden I’m in a place where I don’t know how to do the simplest of things, I feel useless”
“You aren’t useless, I know Aonung likes to poke fun and I know you miss your home but I really wished you’d just come and spoken to me about it instead of being mean to me” she finally looked at him, her pretty eyes saddened “I thought we’d be friends”
“We can be!” He said almost too enthusiastically, cheeks heating up slightly at his childish eagerness “I’ll make it up to you”
“How” she crossed her arms and tilted her head, patiently waiting for him to come up with something.
Neteyam pouted as he thought for a minute, wondering what he could possibly do for the daughter of Tonowari that would make her give him another chance. She was already a princess of a sort, probably too used to receiving gifts.
After another minute of thinking, he broke into a grin.
“Wait here” he held his hands out in front of him, asking her to stay put
“Huh-“ Y/N walked behind him, her hand dropping the arrows to the ground again “I’m still mad at you Neteyam”
“You won’t be after this” he smirked at her before fully breaking into a sprint “hopefully”
Y/N watched the boy run off into the distance, wondering what he could possibly do to change her mood.
Knowing some of the boys here on the island, most of them would give her shells or wild flowers when she’d be upset. And if not the small gifts, then a forced apology that Aonung bullied them into.
She loved her brother, despite his pride and snarky attitude. Which is why she was also very protective of him. If he was at fault, she’d confront him no doubt but privately, away from the eyes of the public. She wasn’t the type to tell him off and embarrass him in front of anyone else who wasn’t their family. Which is why when she saw him scuffed up earlier, her initial response was for him to go and get himself looked after.
Did she really not deal with it correctly?
Did she favour her brother to much for his own good?
No, definitely not.
The familiar sound of flapping was what made her look up, taking away her thoughts completely from the situation she was thinking about.
“Y/N” Neteyam called out to her even though she already knew it was him.
His majestic ikran let out a screech as it made its descent, landing in the sand gracefully a few feet away from the girl.
“It’s really cool that you can swim fast and all, but I think you’ll find flying even cooler” he patted his ikran’s back, at the space right behind him on the saddle “come on”
Y/N was excited, probably a little too much. Her heart began to flutter and eyes were probably doing that thing again of just staring at the beast with wonder. She slowly walked toward the boy, trying to conceal her enthusiasm.
Neteyam chuckled at her reaction. It was obvious she was dying to get on but he knew she wouldn’t just show it on her face.
“First time seeing an ikran?” He joked, quoting himself during their first encounter when he caught her gawking. He held his hand out to her, looking at her with that same boyish grin he’d have on his face whenever she was around.
“Shut up” she rolled her eyes playfully as she took his hand, swinging one leg over the saddle and seating herself right behind him.
“Hold on tight” he turned around slightly to look at her, faces merely inches apart. Her eyes had flecks of lilac in them, he noted, something he hadn’t really noticed before “you’re going to love this”
Y/N did as she was told, wrapping her arms around his middle as he clicked his tongue a few times. His ikran spread out its large wingspan, letting out a short screech before flapping its wings and taking off.
Y/N shut her eyes tightly at the first gust of wind that blew against her face, tightening the grip around the boy’s torso.
“Open your eyes, you have to see this” she could hear the laughter in his voice as they arose higher and higher into the night sky “don’t worry, I won’t let you fall ma Y/N”
Blindly trusting him, since she was already a couple feet into the sky, she opened on eye and then slowly the other. A smile formed on her lips at how beautiful her home looked from up here. The waters glowed in its bioluminescence and sky was littered with stars.
“You know my dad came from that star” Neteyam pointed it out to her, looking back to see if she was too spotted it “you see it?”
“I see it” she confirmed, her laughter sounding like music to Neteyam’s ears amidst the wind.
As they circled around the village, Neteyam kept glancing back to look at her, as if he wanted to make sure she was truly enjoying this and to admire the smile for which he was responsible.
She doesn’t hate me now, he thought to himself, there’s no way she does anymore.
After a few more rounds around the islands, Neteyam landed his ikran near their shack. He wanted to keep flying, that was the one thing he loved to do even back home but he knew the poor thing was probably tired.
“Had fun?” he asked Y/N on their walk back, knowing the answer already.
“Mhm, I did-“
“Y/N!”
Both her and Neteyam looked toward the source of the sound: Aonung. He looked troubled, still bruised, but not the point.
“I screwed up” he told his sister, throwing a nervous glance at the Sully boy next to her.
“What happened?” His sister asked, looking at him with concern.
“I took Lo’ak to hunt outside the reef” he hesitantly said, refusing to look his sister in the eye and disappoint her even more than he already had “we left him behind as a joke but it’s been a while and he hasn’t come back”
“What” both Neteyam and Y/N exclaimed in sync, eyes going wide with panic.
“Oh my this is bad, this is bad..” Y/N was beginning to grow anxious, pacing around both the boys as she worked herself up even more.
“Hey okay, calm down” Neteyam held her by the shoulders, trying to keep her from falling apart. They needed to keep their heads cool, despite him wanting to punch Aonung in the face again “look Lo’ak might be an idiot but he can handle himself, he’s fine”
Y/N only nodded.
“Now, I’m going to go find my dad and tell him what we know” he glared at Aonung before looking at Y/N again, face softened “you go and tell your father”
“Right” Y/N nodded again, patting his arm “take Aonung with you pretty boy, and I’ll arrange for a few people to go look for Lo’ak”
“Sounds good” he then turned to her brother who was dead silent. He caught him by the back of his neck, not caring if he was rough about it “come on”
The three of them split up, hoping to hurry and find Lo’ak. He knew he’d only just mentioned that his brother was probably fine but he couldn’t deny he was worried shitless. This was a new turf, some place they were still unfamiliar with and getting lost out here was not something either of them could handle alone. And not to- wait..
She thinks I’m pretty?
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just you, gojo, megumi and tsumiki being a lil family and going to the park or an amusement park on a rare day off <333
so for this i'm gonna say megumi is like 8 and tsumkiki is 9
satoru is going to want to go on all the rides with megumi and tsumiki, but he mostly ends up hanging back holding all the bags, snacks, and prizes you've collected throughout the day. he complains about this, but also loves the attention he gets surrounded by the oversized plushies, displaying his great success in all the rigged carnival games.
is he cheating at them? yeah, definitely. but he's winning and that's all the wide eyed onlookers know!
you definitely know he loves the attention- why else would he be walking around with a massive pink gorilla on his shoulders, whilst megumi and tsumiki complain about their achey feet ?
i think that tsumiki would be ecstatic to go on all the rides, even the scary ones. she'd tug on your arm and jump up and down and scream 'that one next that one next!' and then probably take off in a full sprint.
(satoru suggests you get those backpack leashes, and you smack him on the shoulder for insinuating your 'children' are so feral you have to restrain them. although later when both of them are running around from ride to ride, you do think about it)
megumi is probably a little more anxious about the big rides. but he'd die before admitting it. so he follows beside you as you head towards the line, dragging his feet a bit more than usual, and sticking very close to your side while you wait in line.
when you first noticed his nervous behavior, you threatened satoru not to say a word about it. so instead you pretend you don't notice his wide eyes when the coaster zooms past the long line of people, the high speed of it sending hair flying in all directions and people grabbing their sunglasses before they could lose them.
instead, you grin down at both kids, and praise them for how brave they both are, and how when you were their age, you never tried the rides that scared you, even though you loved them now. megumi relaxes at this, eager to consider himself brave.
still, it takes a few rides before he's comfortable putting his hands up. unlike his sister, who looks like she wants to go flying out of the coaster as she squeals and laughs with joy throughout every ride.
you decide to sit out during the spinning ride that megumi and tsumiki seem to enjoy most. if you wanted to spend the day dizzy and disoriented, you would have gone to the club.
"today is a day of fun, i don't need to puke" you tell satoru, who laughs in your face and calls you old.
in retaliation, you tell him if he's so confident, then he can go with them. and of course he won't wound his pride by declining.
you're thoroughly enjoying an ice cream cone when the three get off the ride. the kids bound toward you, pausing long enough to tell you they're running back to the line, before taking off again. satoru hobbles up to you shortly after they've gotten back on the ride, having stumbled slowly towards the bench you're resting at.
you haven't seen him so out of it in years. he's positively pale, he's fumbling to put his sunglasses on, and he's dragging his feet so slow you don't think he'll make it to the bench before megumi and tsumiki's second ride is done.
despite this, you laugh in his face when he finally makes it to you. he sits next to you so slow, you can't help but call him old.
"don't laugh at me. i'm going to die," satoru mutters, slumping against you and trying to steal a bite of your cool sweet treat. "the love of your life is going to die and you'll have to live with the guilt and regret of laughing while he did"
"worth it" you say between giggles, before offering him the rest of your ice cream.
the sweet treat seems to do the trick of fixing satoru up, and after megumi and tsumiki go on the same nightmare ride a few times, he's ready to walk around the park some more.
with all the sweets he eats that day, it's astonishing to you that he doesn't get sick. every booth you pass that has candy, fried dough, fudge, ice cream, you name it, if it's sweet, satoru is in line and ordering two of everything.
(he spends more money on the sweets than it had cost for the four of you to go to the amusement park for the day)
when the day nears it's end, satoru insists that you all have to ride the train to the front of the park. you and tsumiki thinks this is a nice end to the day, the train is relaxing, and winds through the whole park while all the bright lights are flashing to upbeat music. megumi hates this idea. he says the train is boring and for babies who can't walk around or go on rides. it takes a lot of convincing to get him to ride, but he's pouting the whole time.
however it was just the right amount of winding down needed for both kids. by the time you got to the car, they were passed out in the backseat, surrounded by their oversized prizes and souvenirs.
(and it's a good thing satoru is driving because you pass out shortly after you start the drive home, too)
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MY MOST IMPORTANT (P.GW)
SUMMARY . . . gunwook loves his members, but specifically a certain one the most.
PAIRING . . . park gunwook x male!reader
GENRE . . . fluff, somewhat angst
WARNINGS . . . none!
WORD COUNT . . . 1k
NOTES . . . pretty basic but i just really love gunwook so take this :))
gunwook hates that y/n is under appreciated.
to him, y/n is everything but untalented, in his honest totally non-biased opinion, y/n is one of the most talented members and people he's ever met. he doesn't even know why people go on about y/n being the 'black sheep of zerobaseone'.
none of the members understand either, it's a generally known fact that y/n, despite being one of the youngest, is one of the most hardworking members in the whole entire group.
but the thing with y/n is, he always wants to prove himself.
gunwook knows he's seen the comments, because it's like he has this incentive to stay at practice for almost ten hours to prove a point.
usually, the older members are able to persuade him to not to stay longer than he should, and even with how stubborn he is, y/n would always give in after trying his best to put up an argument.
but today, y/n is insistent that he'll be okay.
he keeps putting up arguments, saying that it's better that he practices for longer so that he doesn't screw up at the debut showcase and embarrass himself.
everyone knows those are just his inner most thoughts messing with him, and all the hate comments he's been getting have messed with his already little confidence.
no matter how much they tried to convince him to not stay late, y/n stood his ground and simply smiled, saying he'd be fine, and it wouldn't be for long.
it has been three hours, and gunwook is done.
he tried to wait, he did. he tried to be patient, but he knows, he can't leave y/n there alone, he can't just let y/n overwork himself.
he's very very worried.
so, he grabs his sweater, and whilst he's getting ready to leave, gyuvin the walks by and pauses.
"going to get y/n?"
"yes" gunwook sighs, tired. gyuvin stares at him for a moment before giving a knowing smile, which confuses him. "what?"
gyuvin giggles, clearly having an idea in his head that he didn't want gunwook to know. "nothing, nothing" he snickers. "just make sure you don't come back late".
"it's already late".
"then later".
gunwook rolls his eyes, but gives gyuvin a smile. when he exits the dorm, he sighs at the fact that y/n is probably gonna put up another fight once again. he's lucky the wakeone building isn't that far away, but he also hates the fact that he has to drag y/n away from the practice room again.
gunwook isn't that surprised when he sees y/n still in the practice room, letting out a frustrated groan as he stomps on the floor.
"y/n".
said boy immediately flinches at the sound of his name being called, letting out a sigh of relief. his shoulders slump as he sees gunwook, and he's clearly very tired, but he tries his best to stand.
"gunwook, why are you here?"
"to take you home y/n" gunwook states obviously. he takes his arm but y/n shakes his head, resisting against his grip.
"no no no" y/n says, and gunwook literally can't believe that he still wants to stay late. "i— i still have to perfect this move then i'll finally be done and prepared—"
"y/n, it's almost midnight! you've been practicing almost all day, you need your rest!" gunwook exclaims, and y/n looks hesitant.
"i just— i have to make sure that i don't do anything wrong because then i'll mess it up for the whole group!"
y/n sighs, his shoulders slumping. "gunwook, it's just a few more minutes, i just— it won't take that long".
"y/n" gunwook's voice softens, he tugs his hand, wanting to convince him that it was okay to take a break. "you've been here for almost 10 hours, you have to get your rest".
"but—"
y/n pauses, he bites his inner cheek, a frown comes to his lips as his mind races. "i don't wanna mess anything up, like misstep, or step too early, or not dance at the correct time".
gunwook sighs.
y/n isn't usually like this, well wasn't usually like this before he actually acknowledged the things people said about him online. he remembers hearing him cry into junhyeon's shoulder because of how much it was taking a toll on him.
gunwook's face falls as he thinks about it, y/n shouldn't have to feel like this. he's talented, he deserves to be recognized for that, he shouldn't have to be recognized for stuff that isn't even true, all the rumors people would gossip about when the cameras weren't on.
it upsets him how much people dislike him even though he did nothing wrong.
"your not going to" gunwook states, but y/n just sighs, shaking his head. "stop— don't shake your head, i'm serious y/n, your going to do great".
"but what if i—"
"stop, stop it" gunwook cuts in. "y/n, your talented, creative, smart, funny, pretty, and anyone who disagrees with that is stupid, you don't have to practice for ten hours to prove how amazing of an idol you are, i know your gonna do great, i don't wanna hear you deny that".
y/n pauses again at the blatantly honest words, they're so genuine that his face goes a little red as gunwook continues to hold his hand. gunwook gives a small smile, poking his cheek.
y/n finally sighs after a set of silence, he pretty much stumbles forward because his muscles feel sore from all the dancing he's been doing. he simply wants to fall into gunwook's arms and fall asleep, but he can't do that, he can't be a burden.
gunwook smiles, pulling y/n by his hand, as the boy can finally stand up right due to gunwook supporting him. he lets go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist, keeping him up.
y/n couldn't deny, everything about this felt nice. he'd always felt this warmth, comfort around gunwook, no one else could really bring him the kind of comfort that he did.
gunwook was just the kind of person who could calm him down, the one kind of person that y/n could just relax around.
"let's go home, okay y/n?"
y/n nods tiredly, giving gunwook the fondest of smiles.
home, that's what park gunwook felt like, home.
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Ellipsis
A/N: This one is for @jazziergin who stumped me in the fic line game. She helpfully asked for Soulmate AU with a twist, obviously an easy thing to embody in a drabble 😛
But here we go, at least it's less than 1k this time. Hope you enjoy, love! Not convinced this counts as a twist but hopefully this is something different.
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An ellipsis. That's what Kurt has tattooed across his wrist in the place that is meant to display the first words your soulmate says to you. A classic dot dot dot. The most mocking collection of punctuation ever conceived of.
He has theories. But most of those theories all kind of point firmly in the same direction. He's probably destined to die alone. Even if the ellipsis is meant to indicate something, how is Kurt ever going to find the person that is embodied by something as abstract as a pause?
He determinedly doesn't think about it when he gets to college. Either he'll find his soulmate or he won't. All he can do is keep an open mind and give himself the best possible chance of finding The One. He even signs up for an English Lit class with the absolute mammoth leap of logic that Lit students are much more likely to use an ellipsis in everyday speech than your average person. Like that’s something that’s likely or even possible to achieve.
He may be losing his mind.
He regrets the decision immediately when he finds out the lecture is at eight am. He slumps in clutching his coffee and thinking fondly of his bed. He should drop this stupid class. It's way too early and he signed up for dubious reasons and they're reading Lolita for God's sake. He doesn't need that kind of toxicity in his life.
The bad mood lasts until the exact second an incredibly cute guy slips into the seat next to Kurt. Dark curls and warm eyes and a tiny waist that Kurt kind of wants to wrap his hands around. Cute Guy tosses an absent smile of greeting in Kurt's direction and it's the most radiant thing Kurt has ever seen. Holy fuck. He thinks he's halfway in love already.
Kurt wants to say something, but is not caffeinated enough to manage witty repartee and this guy is hot enough to make him feel speechless on a good day. Instead, he goes to nod and then tries to change it to a wave. The result is that he just kind of twitches violently. Fuck. He’s lost it. A guy smiles at him and he’s completely lost it. He quickly grabs his coffee to try and cover for whatever the hell that just was and tries to pretend he’s anywhere else.
The guy touches his arm, three gentle taps with his finger, and Kurt's eyes snap up, only to be surprised when a notepad is slipped in front of him with a single line of text.
I'm Blaine. I'm not ignoring you, I just can't talk.
Kurt blinks, frowning. And then he watches Blaine get his phone out and start up a text to speech app and it clicks. Oh. He gives Blaine a thumbs up and Blaine smiles slightly and touches his ear. Right. Blaine can hear. Which means that Kurt doesn’t have to resort to gestures as well. But he’s an idiot. So of course he did. He genuinely can’t wait for this hour to be over so he can go and walk into a deep fog never to be seen again.
He does his best to focus on the lecture for the simple fact that the professor seems to be the sort to pick on people at random and he’s already suffered enough humiliation for the day without being caught not paying attention. It’s hard though. He can’t stop stealing glances at Blaine. He feels like he can’t breathe. His pulse is racing. He seriously wonders if he might be coming down with the flu or something.
He’s only dragged back into the moment by the most garbage take he’s ever heard a human being utter so confidently in a room full of total strangers. People usually save that shit for twitter.
"Humbert Humbert being a misunderstood genius is not the hot take I expected to be subjected to today," Kurt mutters before he can stop himself.
He hears the intake of breath. He practically feels the way Blaine stills beside him. And then Blaine moves in a flurry, tugging up his sleeve to expose his wrist, shoving it under Kurt’s nose. Humbert Humbert being a misunderstood genius is not the hot take I expected to be subjected to today, it says in slanting script.
Kurt's mouth drops open. Blaine gestures, pointing at Kurt's wrist, a question in his eyes. Kurt slowly turns his hand over to show the three dots neatly pressed against his pulse. Blaine frowns and starts to sign something out before remembering. He grabs his notebook instead, scrawling out some quick sentences.
Disappointed but not surprised to learn the soulmate system is so ableist. It can't even be bothered to have the first words I write to you? Unbelievable.
Kurt laughs. Mostly out of shock and relief and the feeling of a heavy weight being lifted so suddenly it's like he could float away. All this time he assumed that the dots meant his soulmate would never speak to him for the worst of reasons. But his soulmate is right here. Blaine is here. Blaine is his. He’s literally won the soulmate lottery.
"I thought you didn't exist," he whispers. "Because of this."
Blaine's eyes soften and he lightly brushes his fingers over the offending dots. But I found you, he writes.
"You found me," Kurt repeats shakily. And maybe that's where he was going wrong this whole time. Years spent fretting over what the dots meant and doubting that he was ever going to find his soulmate.
It just turned out that all along his soulmate was meant to find him.
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Hello!! I keep reading your ingo writing and man I love how you write him;; I am so gay for this man the closet is made of glass. Also MALE READER BLOG!!! PUNCHING THE AIR IN JOY AND GOING STIMMY MODE RN!!! AND RUN BY A TRANSMASC MOD!! JUST LIKE ME FR!!!!
I wanna request while I have the chance, I was thinking Ingo and a s/o with an overprotective Houndoom? I absolutely love Houndooms because 1: they look like my dog irl, and 2: big dogy :] ;; i just think it’d be cute and kinda funny to see Ingo try and win over his boyfriend’s big and mildly threatening dog.
Tysm!! <33
I… have nothing to say for myself for my absence. Life has been painful. I’m so so sorry my friend, your request has been the one I’ve been sitting on all this time.
But omg you’re so sweet thank you for the compliments!! I’m glad that you like my Ingo, he and Emmet are both written by me to lean unashamedly into hard autism territory so maybe that’s what it is lol.
And wow tbh I was considering not including that I was transmasc (still a bit… nervous in gay male spaces as someone who’s transmasc. I know it isn’t true, but I’m so worried of being perceived as not a man or less of a man in those spaces.) but I’m glad I did because I’ve pulled so many trans guys in to visit this blog and!! Big solidarity!! I’m giving each and every one of you a Platonic Kiss on the head
Meeting the Real Boss — Ingo x male Houndoom trainer Reader
⚫️ — Don’t let that serious face fool you, Ingo is just as soft and sappy as his more emotive brother. When he fell for you—that mysterious stranger who shook up the Super Singles Line that fateful day, he fell hard.
⚫️ — You were seen around Nimbasa the following days, but Ingo assumed you were just visiting, as he’d never seen you in the area before. So time to talk to you was limited, at least in his eyes. That was enough of an excuse to get him to give up and write you off as a passing fancy—but it was not enough of an excuse for Emmet who, the moment he found out his brother had developed a crush on one of the challengers, would stop at nothing to get you two talking. (Because he can lack all the social skills he wants and have as little confidence as any grown man could have in his speaking ability, but if it meant getting his dear brother a boyfriend, Emmet would turn into a social savant right then and there.)
⚫️ — So yeah, your relationship with Ingo started out interacting with Emmet more, mainly because every time Emmet not at ALL subtly dragged his brother over to talk to you, Ingo genuinely couldn’t look you in the eyes.
⚫️ — But eventually you guys got together via bonding through—how else?—battling! There was a love language Ingo could get behind, and after your repeat challenges became a constant thing at the Battle Subway, sometimes multiple times a day, he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out after telling himself he’d do so if he won your battle today. He did, and one nervous coffee date later, you two actually managed to start properly talking without needing Emmet (Emmet, of all people, even HE is shocked!) as the middleman.
⚫️ — All is well. You both share a great passion for battling—of course—and you find all his little quirks from his loud voice to stone face adorable. You definitely know you’re onto something real when you actually make him happily stim in public after saying he looks so cute and excited when he talks about the subway, something Ingo has tried incredibly hard to iron out through all the masking he’s done all his life. To be honest, you absolutely have him wrapped around your finger, but it’s okay, because you’re a total fool for him as well and would do anything to make him happy.
⚫️ — But as you two begin pondering how to define your relationship, wondering if it’s time to make things official, your Houndoom starts to realize Ingo is going to be more and more of a presence in your life as much more than a casual friend. And he takes issue with that.
⚫️ — Houndoom was always fine with Ingo before. The thrill of battling on the subway and having such worthy opponents was something you could tell Houndoom savored, which made it all the stranger that he began getting worryingly aggressive around Ingo.
⚫️ — You wanted to ask him to be your boyfriend officially a few times now, only for Houndoom to intrude by putting himself between you and Ingo, growling all the while as if he could sense what you were about to ask and did not like it.
⚫️ — Houndoom means well, he really does. He knows what happens when humans get close like this and knows that if you and Ingo continue down that path, he’ll be in your life all the time. Maybe even where you live. Maybe sleeping beside you. There to see you at your best and your worst and, most concerningly, your most vulnerable. But you only met recently, and even if his Pokemon seem to indicate he’s trustworthy, that doesn’t mean anything! You’re a part of the pack to Houndoom, and he is not about this total stranger (at least, a total stranger by his standards) being a permanent fixture in your life. How on earth could he earn the right to be by your side so easily? No, you’re part of his pack, and Houndoom is hellbent to keep you safe from the encroaching outsider.
⚫️ — (Does he completely miss how happy Ingo makes you? A bit—the protectiveness fogs up his perception, okay? And even if he does make you happy, Houndoom thinks the month and a half or so you’ve known each other for is not long enough to just welcome Ingo into the family with open arms.)
⚫️ — Ingo is… troubled, to say the least. He’s worried your Pokemon disliking him will make you dislike him, which you assure him otherwise. Even still, the Houndoom line is not native to Unova and Ingo knows very little about it, therefore he has absolutely no idea how to proceed. Unova has the Growlithe and Lillipup families, but they’re much more good-natured than this. Still, he loves you, and while he’s worried about causing friction with you and your Pokemon, your assurances that he’s fine are (relatively) enough to spur him to try and make peace with Houndoom.
⚫️ — Treats were some of the first things he tried, to minimal success. The only reason Houndoom let him into the house that day at all was because you begged and pleaded for him to lay off your boyfriend, and even then he watched you two like a hawk. Treats Ingo brought and Houndoom’s favorite snacks that you already had in the home did nothing to persuade him. Attempts to play? No. And Ingo knows better than to even think about petting him.
⚫️ — Eventually Ingo just starts rather desperately trying to exist around your Houndoom’s wrath. He loves you and doesn’t want to break the news but. Your Houndoom scares him.
⚫️ — You can’t say he didn’t try, though.
⚫️ — But then! One day, you get sick. It’s a pretty nasty stomach bug that lasts for a day but wreaks havoc while it’s there. You’re practically bed-bound from the severe nausea, but Ingo is there the entire time, fretting over you and caring for you like any good boyfriend should. Houndoom’s prerogative is the same. He’s worried for you and wants you to feel better. So while Ingo is bringing you plenty of fluids, nausea medication, blankets and pillows, Houndoom is there to cuddle up and keep you warm and calm. It’s just that… it’s very hard for Ingo to care for you when Houndoom won’t leave your side and growls whenever he gets close.
⚫️ — This time, though, Ingo doesn’t shy away. He’s too worried for you and even though Houndoom is being incredibly threatening and there is a part of him a bit worried for his own safety, he brushes right past Houndoom’s huffing and puffing to keep caring for you. He brings you water and helps lift the bottle to your lips while Houndoom snarls. He sits at the bedside and dabs at your face with a damp towel while getting death glares. His need to be wary of your Pokemon is greatly outweighed by his need to take care of you. Essentially, they’re both fighting for the role of your primary caretaker.
⚫️ — Time goes on, though, and Houndoom definitely notices how his snarling and snapping isn’t stopping Ingo from aiding you. And after all these negative interactions, Houndoom is finally stifling his concerns and instead just quietly watching. Then helping. He and Ingo have a common goal here. And while Ingo is certainly surprised to find the defensive Fire-type suddenly aiding him, it’s a welcome change. In seeing his dedication to you at your most vulnerable, Houndoom has at last deemed the Subway Master as a worthy partner.
⚫️ — While you’re sick, they continue working together to care for you until their own energy is spent. You wake up in the morning, a bit sweaty and nauseous, but otherwise feeling far better. And you look over to the foot of the bed where Houndoom usually curls up to see Ingo right there with him, resting his head on Houndoom’s side—the both of them are fast asleep, knocking out together after such long and dedicated day caring for you while you were sick. The hostility Houndoom regards Ingo with seems completely gone as he lets him rest against him to sleep. You can’t remember much of what happened last night, but you know both of your boys here were caring for you with all the love in the world…
⚫️ — And though you had been thinking this about Ingo for a while now, seeing Houndoom accept him at last really solidified the fact that Ingo was “the one”.
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obey me brothers as songs i have on repeat
kinda drabbles?? some are longer than others
after writing this i realized it's WAY more angsty than i intended so...yeah
masterlist | more drabbles/hcs | dateables edition
lucifer: birthday - ten lee
did i start writing this on his birthday? no. (yes) ANYWAYS
lucifer always forgot about his birthday. his brothers were always able to get the jump on him whenever they planned surprise parties; he was always too swamped with work to notice. it was the same way in the celestial realm -- one of the brothers would ask him for help, dragging him away from his work, and they'd throw him a small party. he was never one for huge celebrations anyways.
and then, he fell.
too concerned with his brothers wellbeings, he focused even less on himself, ignored all their attempts at pulling him away from his work. growing irritated with all of the knocking and yelling from outside of his room, he opened the door, ready to scold whoever was waiting, but nobody was there. a piece of cake with a lit candle, a small note, his brothers waiting around the corner completely unnoticed by him...he took the cake and went back into his room.
and then, mc was thrust unexpectedly upon his doorstep, and he was tasked with taking care of them. the utterly insufferable intriguing human who couldn't mind their business, always bothering him, sticking their nose where it didn't belong, nearly getting themselves killed more times than he could count on both hands...
but they were never scared of him. they went out of their way to take his mind off of whatever was stressing him out, bringing him coffee or tea, making sure he ate, taking the rest of his brothers on a day trip so he could relax in silence...
the first birthday he had with mc was...eventful to say the least. they'd managed to convince the rest of the boys, even levi, to spend the night out. a night dedicated to his relaxation turned to discarded clothes, messy hair, heated kisses, hoarse voices, hushed "i love you's" and-
he'd never forget another birthday...not for as long as mc was around.
mammon: love song - nct 127
even when he was an angel, mamon always looked out for his family. he had to, he was the 2nd oldest after lucifer, and that's a big enough title to live up to.
he was always keen on noticing his brothers quirks, knowing what they needed, when they needed it, even if they were too afraid to ask. he was the first after lucifer to pick up on satan's tendencies, being able to direct satan's anger at him instead of lucifer or his younger brothers. though it didn't always turn out as planned, he still tries to look out for the people he loves.
and as mc's first man, he always has to look out for them, right? it's the least he can do.
no matter how many times they check the weather before you leave the house, they always manage to forget your umbrella when it rains.
it's just...with lucifer rushing them to get to class on time, having to make breakfast in the morning with at least 3 extra servings for beel, making sure levi and belphie actually leave their rooms today, staying bed to cuddle make out with him a little longer, sleeping through their 5th alarm-
it's exhausting. he knows this. he's always one step ahead of them. whether they're in need of a shopping spree, someone to vent to, someone to study with -- which they both know never ends up happening -- he's always there. he has to be. he can't lose them again, he'd do anything to keep them safe. his mc.
so if that means carrying an extra umbrella on days he knows it's going to rain, staying back late when they have club meetings so they can walk together, reluctantly not skipping student council meetings -- he'll be there. he always will.
he'd do anything for them, big or small. he loves them too much to give anything less than all of him.
levi: lovin' me - fifty fifty
levi's never been too confident in his ability to find a friend, let alone a romantic partner. having mc fall into his life wasn't something he expected to impact him, but he's glad they showed up when they did.
regardless of the spa days with asmo, the pep talks from mammon and lucifer, the somewhat shared interests in reading with satan, it was hard for him to say he felt truly loved by those around him...at least, unconditionally.
he knew they loved him, whatever that means, but did they always? their digs about him being a loser, a shut in, they only reinforced what he hated about himself. even if they were playful jabs, even if they didn't mean to hurt him, they still did.
mc was never like that. mc never talked down on him, not even in a joking manner. they learned about his interests, were just as excited, if not more excited, when he'd barge into their room to gush abiut the latest episode of whatever anime he's watching or the newest figurine that he just had to get his hands on. they understood that his envy manifested in his hyperfixations, the need to have everything first, limited edition this, once in a lifetime that, and they didn’t shame him for it.
they loved him, unconditionally. when he'd be holed up in his room and too anxious and overwhelmed to go to school. when he had trouble seeing himself as someone of value. when he needed someone to hug him after getting lectured for the millionth time over something he couldn't control.
he loved them, was in love with every part of them.
satan: mi casa su casa - omar rudberg
they all were scared of him after the fall. i mean, he thought he didn't give them any reason to think otherwise. might as well act on the emotion he knows best, right?
until he found books, though, he'd never admit that it was due to lucifer's urging. he could easily forget about his emotions, the way he didn't fit in with the rest of them, drowning in whatever fictional universe the books in front of him had to offer.
until he eventually did start to fit in.
he never stopped reading, though. it brought out the best in him. it made him different. his brothers knew not to disturb him while he read if they didn't want the closest object near him thrown at them.
mc was very...interesting. they didn't fear him like his brothers did, even after knowing him for only a few days, and their curiosity about the world around them rivaled that of his own. they asked about what he was reading, asked for recommendations for themselves, wormed their way into his personal space.
he has a designated corner for them to read, a brand new, plush chair, all of his favorite books stacked on a table nearby. mc even started showing him some of their favorites, pages tattered and worn from how many times they've been read.
he'll recommend more...mature books on purpose, just to see their eyes widen, revelling in the way their breath catches in their throat, eyes trained on the way their fingers glide along the pages as they read. they know he's.
they know he's staring...he always is. but they won't act on it until he does.
he'll never admit it out loud, but he's glad they've found a home with him.
asmo: is it a crime - no guidnce
even in the celestial realm, asmo always had a fascination with the thrill of a one night stand. he loved making people feel good, sneaking down to the human realm to let go of whatever pent up emotions being the jewel of the heavens pushed onto him.
after the fall, there was no guilt in indulging in his desires, but there was still a need to please, to feel wanted. he knew his brothers loved him, yes, but they didn't love him in the way a lover would...they couldn't.
he'd been around, he was the avatar of lust after all, and he'd mask his longing for love and acceptance with parties and sex and-
mc? they're gorgeous, almost as beautiful as he is. he wanted to get to know them, genuinely. yes, he was a flirt, but he wound up caring deeply about the human that showed him nothing but care and affection and-
was this love? it couldn't be. he was the avatar of lust, he couldn't let himself get caught up -- regardless of how bad he wanted to -- it would ruin his reputation, everything he'd worked so hard to build.
but their lips were so soft, their eyes were so pretty. he adored the way they smiled at him, the way they came to him before anyone else when they were struggling, how he was able to slowly open up to them about his struggles. they understood that he couldn't just be with them, that he had no control over when or where his sin decided to take over, and they didn't judge him for it.
was it so bad that he was falling for a human? was it so bad that he wanted them to love him the way he loved them? he damn sure didn't think so.
beel: more than words - p1harmony
he's always been protective, you know? he was never overly aggressive, just...persistent. his family was important to him, he'd do anything to make sure they were safe. losing rank in the celestial realm, falling from grace for his baby sister.
his figure, his insatiable hunger, that's all he's known for in rhe devildom, right? he could deal with that. as long as he could still protect his brothers.
he could take a little bit of objectification or harassment from other demons. he could handle some scolding from his brothers if he accidentally ate their food, or if he came back too late after a post-game party.
he had to protect mc, too. they were nice. they loved his brothers as much as he did. hell, they forgave belphie quicker than he did after...
he wasn't exactly...vocal with the way he showed his affection with mc. unexpected hugs, forehead kisses, serving them more food during dinner and giving them food off of his plate in case they were extra hungry. mc found themselves adopting his mannerisms, being more physically affectionate with him the closer they got.
he'd take mc out if they got good grades, or if they just needed a pick-me-up -- he loved sharing the things he loved with the people he loved. mc would take him out if he did well during his fangol matches -- spoiler alert, he always did well -- just to see his face light up when they got close to one of his favorite restaurants.
beel would always make sure mc felt safe around them, he felt like he needed to protect them.
the moment he realized his love for them...when they were willing to give up everything for him in the reapers cave. their life was so much shorter and so much more fragile than his, but they still-
he'd do anything, anything to show how mich he loved them.
belphie: numb - cix
belphie isn't that shaken up by the fall...not anymore at least. especially since he can sleep his guilt away.
being the avatar of sloth has its perks. being able to control and manipulate the dreams of his friends and family, making sure they don’t have any nightmares.
the downside, though...he gets the nightmares. no matter how often he sleeps during the day to avoid them, the nightmares still plague his thoughts. he became numb to it after the centuries upon centuries of taking and replacing and remodeling and-
then mc came to the devildom, and the nightmares got worse. if his brothers dreams were bad, his were 10 times worse. he pushed his emotions aside, he needed the human out, he couldn't take it anymore...
he felt nothing, no remorse.
then, the regret set in.
if they could just leave him alone for one second, if he could just be alone with his thoughts, if he could forget. forget his guilt, forget his trauma, forget the way he felt about them despite hurting them past the point of forgiveness.
why did they care about him? why did he let them hold him as he cried in the middle of the night, telling him it wasn't his fault, that he was allowed to feel, that he mattered to them, that it was ok for him to shut down if he needed to.
he didn't feel numb anymore.
#obey me nightbringer#obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me belphie#obey me hcs#obey me rambles#obey me drabbles#obey me brothers#obey me angst#obey me fluff
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Chapter 5: In Which a Nickname is Given
Over the following days, Twig swiftly learned that Darkrai was shockingly clingy. She would stand up from a spot she'd settled in and he would rise as well to follow her to her destination, and he would only leave whatever room she'd stepped into when she left it herself. With the fact that he'd politely turned down her offer to stay in the guest room, and Twig subsequently facing the options of either sleeping in a linen closet or keep sleeping in the main room where he'd set up shop, this was awful for her nerves. If she thought trying to sleep around Dusknoir the night the Future Trio returned was bad, trying to catch any winks with Darkrai in the room was infinitely worse. She kept jerking awake from nightmares, much to her bewilderment.
Didn't Darkrai lack his memories? Why would he send nightmares to torment her in the night when he had no reason to? She intended to confront him about it in the morning, but his level tone cut through the silence one evening after she bolted upright in bed, gasping for breath after a dream of being buried alive.
"Apologies," he said, monotone, clear, and deliberate. "I'm afraid I don't have much control over my… peculiarities."
She dragged a hand down her face. Yeah. Cool. Okay. She probably should have anticipated the fact that the guy who was once bent on throwing the world into eternal darkness had an aura of bad vibes that sent you spiraling into nightmares if you slept around him. It made sense in hindsight.
Speaking of hindsight, she should have thought up a cover story before now.
Darkrai clearly knew something was up with her. It took her forever to think up a false origin story for him, and her nervousness as she brainstormed all the details and tried to memorize them, keeping everything in her head and never daring to put them on paper, all made her look suspicious. She must look sketchy beyond belief as she wrung her hands and fidgeted in the corner across from Darkrai, glancing up every so often and then looking askance. But she finally had a cohesive narrative in mind, so she finally broke the news.
“We used to know each other,” Twig said over dinner one evening, “before you lost your memories.”
Darkrai looked up, but didn’t speak.
“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you, because, uh… well, it seemed like you didn’t mind not knowing? That was the sort of energy I got, at least!” She forced out a nervous chuckle. “But, um. I figured it’d kind of be a jerk move to keep it to myself, you know?”
He made no move to respond— just stared at her unblinkingly.
“You used to be a sort of traveling do-gooder. You’d go from place to place, and you’d help however you could. We crossed paths a couple of times when my exploration team was on expeditions.” She couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. She fixed her gaze on the tabletop and continued, “What you did meant a lot for a lot of people. I know lots of folks wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for your help.”
He didn’t react— didn’t say anything, didn’t incline his head, didn’t even flinch at the supposed reveal of his past. He just sat there and stared at her. Did he know she was lying? Did he remember his past already and had caught her in her bluff? Was he going to kill her? Was he—
“Interesting,” he said, and went back to his meal.
She blinked, surprised. She wasn’t too confident in her skills at lying, but he wasn’t calling her on her bluff, not yet… Mission accomplished? Maybe? Hopefully?
***
Twig couldn’t hide away in her home for forever, much as she wanted to when faced with the thought of explaining her sudden multi-day absence from appearing in Verdant Village. But no matter how she would have loved to spend the rest of her life rotting in secret within the walls of her home, her lack of preparation for cooking for two meant the pantry was practically empty. She needed to go to the market and get some staple ingredients so that she wasn’t just roasting apple slices— and even those would be gone eventually, so she probably should just face the music and stop putting off the inevitable grocery run.
Darkrai, of course, made to follow her out the front door.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” She asked, forcing a smile that wobbled far too much to be convincing.
“I believe a bit of fresh air would do me some good,” he answered.
He didn’t comment on the way her hands twitched around the strap of the shopping bag she’d slung over her shoulder or the way her smile wobbled even more. Twig had no idea whether that was a good or bad thing.
Twig bought everything on her shopping list in record time and managed to escape the market before it was even remotely crowded. Darkrai trailed after her in eerie silence, just a few feet away at any given time, and it was messing with her head to have him so close by. Her safety net of routines was already up in flames which meant that she was floundering emotionally, and having the guy behind roughly eighty-five percent of her collective neuroses practically attached to her hip was not helping. Thankfully, she was on the final stretch of road to reach her home, and she could enjoy the greater amount of space he offered when they were in the same room. She couldn’t wait to collapse into her bed, unwanted spectator be darned. She could make the excuse that she wasn’t good with crowds or something like that. Nevermind that the market barely had a handful of other shoppers while they were there— she was too tired to think up another reason.
But of course Gardevoir and Gallade had to be out in their front yard when they passed.
“Twig!” Gardevoir called from where she knelt in her garden. She dusted herself off and swept over to the roadside to meet her. “We haven’t seen you in quite some time. Are you alright?”
“Yep! Just peachy.” Please don’t let her notice that my smile isn’t reaching my eyes. Does that mean a charmeleon is faking their smile like it does for a human? Frick, fudge, heck— “I’ve just had some stuff come up that needed some attention.”
She hummed, then glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, pardon me, who is this fellow with you?”
Darkrai began to introduce himself, and it was in that moment that Twig processed two things— first, that your average pokemon wouldn’t recognize a Legend based on sight alone. They didn’t have photographs or really any sort of mass-produced images in wide circulation, if in circulation at all, which meant they didn’t have pictures of the physical manifestations of the functions of the universe handy. All of that was to say that Gardevoir didn’t recognize Darkrai. Yet. Because her second realization was that your average pokemon would absolutely know the names of any given Legend, which meant she needed to cover her tail, and fast.
“My name is D—”
“Ark! Ark. His name is Ark.” She could feel herself vibrating out of her own skin with nerves as all eyes turned to her. “He’s staying with me for a while. And, um, I’m sorry, but I need to get to my place to put away some groceries.”
“Oh!” Gardevoir nodded. “I’m very sorry for stalling you, Twig. Glad to have met you, Ark! I hope we see each other again soon.”
“Well met,” Darkrai replied, and had to swiftly pick up the pace to return to his place in Twig’s wake as she bolted to the house.
She didn’t speak as she stuffed all the groceries into their proper places in a linen closet-turned-pantry. But it eventually occurred to her that she should. “Sorry for butting in back there. Um. I forgot to say that everyone called you Ark. It was kind of your thing to not go by your species name.”
He loomed at the end of the hallway, his shadow blocking the light from the windows of the main room. The brightest light in the hallway was the chilly glow of his eyes as he silently picked apart her every move. She felt like she was being dissected with how he took in everything she did with a clinical gaze.
He hummed quietly. A noncommittal sound that didn’t indicate his thoughts whatsoever. “Interesting.”
Twig was going to have a heart attack one of these days, she knew it.
***
Twig broke out an old journal she had only ever used for kindling on rare occasions. It wasn’t often that she pulled it from its place on her nightstand— which was really more of a small floor table than the nightstand she had as a human— but she found herself needing its services as she woke up from another nightmare. Darkrai stared out the window from his place across the room, the picture of serenity despite the nightmare Twig had to claw her way out of seconds ago. Her resolve was wavering, and she needed to bolster it up fast. She scratched out a quick pair of lines with a piece of charcoal she kept at the journal’s side— one line long and vertical, dividing the page down its center, the second line closer to the top and horizontal. She scribbled out a pair of words in English in either of the topmost boxes she’d set apart. Darkrai couldn’t read English, could he? No pokemon she’d encountered could. She was in the clear— if he ever went snooping, he wouldn’t know she was writing out a pros and cons list on why she should or shouldn’t keep watch over him.
The pros for kicking him out and going about her life were numerous. She would actually sleep through the night once in a while, she wouldn’t have to constantly police what she said for fear of awakening the memory of some motivation for starting the literal apocalypse, and she could actually get some time to herself so she could cry in peace every now and then. There were a host of other pros, but those stood out as the most appealing right then.
The cons— or rather con, singular— meanwhile, outweighed everything she could summon. Stop another apocalypse before it happens made all those delightful reasons to give Darkrai the boot shine out in just how selfish they were. No, she wouldn’t let herself buckle in this. It was just one job. One thing for her to do to save the people she loved and the world at large. She could handle that. She had to handle that.
She felt tears prick at her eyes from how overwhelming it all was.
Darkrai cast a glance her way. He seemed nearly worried.
Twig snapped the journal closed and rolled over in bed, musing on how familiar it felt to write out the letters she had studied over and over as a human, even if her hand didn’t quite hold a pencil right any longer.
***
There was a knock at the door. Twig staggered out of bed to answer it.
“Hi Twig!” Lyra said, beaming. “Mom and Dad thought that you looked kinda sad the other day, and they said that they wanted to make you something nice, so they cooked a big pot of stew for you, and I helped a whole lot! I peeled the potatoes by myself. And I didn’t miss any peel-y bits. Dad said you don’t have to peel potatoes for stew, but I still did it because I don’t like peels, so you probably don’t either.”
The girl held out a large covered pot, little arms shaking with the effort. Twig caught it when it slipped from her hands. “Ah— careful! You don’t want to drop it.” She frowned. “Did your parents send you out to bring the pot here on your own? It’s pretty heavy.”
Lyra put her fists on her hips, puffing out her chest. “No, Dad said he would bring it on his way to get some firewood, but I said I wanted to do it! Did you see how strong I was? That pot is as big as my head, but I still carried it all the way to your house, and I didn’t spill a drop!”
Twig found herself smiling despite her exhaustion as she shifted her hold on the pot, noticing points where the broth had sloshed out on its journey here. Gosh, this kid’s enthusiasm was precious. “You didn’t, did you? Nice work, Lyra.”
“Who’s that? Is he your exploration team partner?” She gave a little gasp. “Is that Kip? Oh, wow, hi! I’m a big fan!”
Twig frowned, confused, and nearly dropped the pot herself when Darkrai’s voice sounded from directly behind her. “No, I’m not a partner of hers, nor am I named Kip. Though it would be fascinating to be on an exploration team, admittedly.”
Lyra chattered excitedly about how she wanted to be an explorer when she grew up, and Twig could barely hear the familiar rambling as she realized something. Kip. Oh, gosh, if he knew about Darkrai… Ever since the battle at Dark Crater, he’d gone from being scared of Darkrai to shaking at the very mention of his name. If he knew about her new roommate and the looming threat of Darkrai’s returning memories, his heart would give out on the spot. She’d sent him a letter recently, so she had time to figure out a cover story, but Arceus, she was not looking forward to the thought of him learning of Darkrai’s return.
Kip wouldn’t be on his expedition forever. Eventually, he’d come back to Treasure Town, and he’d want to know why Twig was so jumpy. He’d already started suspecting something was amiss when her memories returned and she was back to refusing hugs or handshakes from everyone but him, but he'd never confronted her on it. She didn’t want to think about how she’d juggle keeping both Darkrai and Kip from finding out about each other. She’d rather die.
She thanked Lyra again, cutting her rambling about exploration teams short, and asked her to thank her parents for her. “And thanks for all your work peeling the potatoes, I’m sure you did amazing! I need to put this on the stove now, see you soon, okay?”
Lyra pouted. “Aw. But I’m having fun talking to Ark.”
Darkrai gave Twig a brief, appraising glance out of the corner of his eye, then turned his gaze back to Lyra. “I’m afraid there’s work to be done for me as well. It was nice to meet you, miss… ?”
“Let’s talk again later. You’re cool. Bye Twig! Bye Ark!” She turned and started down the road to her house, half skipping and half running as she hummed to herself. Twig and Darkrai both watched her go.
“I prompted her several times for her name, and she never seemed to recognize any of them,” Darkrai mused.
Twig was jolted from her swirling panic by his quiet frustration. She almost laughed at how frazzled he sounded. “Her name’s Lyra. The gardevoir and gallade that live over there are her parents.”
“I gathered as much. She’s… very familiar, isn’t she?”
“F-Familiar?” She worried that he was referring to his past, even indirectly, but then remembered his strangely dated vocabulary. “Oh. Yeah, her parents have tried to get her to be more well-mannered, but the lessons don’t stick. I’m not exactly a good example, and she kinda puts me on a pedestal, so that doesn’t help either.”
“Hm.” He followed after her as she turned back inside. “You do have a particular way of speaking, come to think of it.”
“Um. Thanks, I guess?”
“I mean no offense. Only that your speaking habits are dramaticized when compared to your neighbors.”
Twig narrowed her eyes as she spat a small flame to light the stove and start to heat the stew. “Yeah, uh… I’m not exactly from around Verdant Village.”
“From where do you hail?”
“Way off from here. I don’t even know what it’s called— if it had a name.” That wasn’t a complete lie. She didn’t know the name of the area she had grown up in beyond its numeric bunker designation. The name for the plot of land on the surface above it had never been revealed to her after her escape from the underground.
Darkrai hummed a low note. "Curious."
Twig didn't like him asking so many questions. She needed to start expanding the cover story, and fast.
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Part Three : Clueless
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You found yourself wishing you could understand how anyone with even half of a heart could look at Lee Felix and describe the sweeter-than-sugar man as anything close to offputting. Even in your jaded, pessimistic state of being, his smile was an instant surge of serotonin. This woman would be so, so lucky to be the recipient of such pure, selfless love.
🌹warnings: alcohol consumption/drinking, mention of creepy male behavior,
🌹w/c: a lil over 2k, my laptop broke and mobile won’t let me copy and paste the whole thing in one go and I do NOT wanna go paragraph by paragraph. (Translation: author is lazy.)
🌹a/n: hello, lovelies. 🌹 I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too terribly long. Thank you for sticking around and reading the newest part of Prove Me Wrong! It means a lot to have you here.
I’ve made a separate post about my intentions with writing this particular piece, but wanted to include here that I am 100% NOT abandoning this work. I love it dearly, I promise! I will, however, be working on a few of my WIPs that have been heavy in my thoughts lately, so please be patient as I work on multiple fics at a time.
I hope that as I publish more of my stories that they receive just as warm of a welcome as PMW has so far. Every time I get feedback it makes my lil author heart go BA-DUMP so hard, I nearly cry.
You’d held many titles throughout your lifetime; daughter, friend, and author to name a few. Today, however, a new skillset was going to be put to the test.
Matchmaker.
As per your agreement, Felix was to be gently guided through sparking a conversation with the object of his affections - preferably one that took place on the same side of the bar that would consist of more than a refill request.
Felix had seemed skeptical of the plan you’d sent to him after he’d gotten home from the previous night’s pottery painting. It seemed pretty straightforward to you, though you weren’t the one with the crush-induced anxiety surrounding the situation.
Step one was getting Felix to be in the same area, off the clock, in clothes other than his uniform. You figured that would exponentially up the chances that she’d actually take notice of the man desperate for a single crumb of her attention. To get her to stop seeing Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender rather than Lee Felix, the man with a contagious smile with a heart - one that he wanted to give to her, at that - full of the warmest sunshine.
It wasn’t that you thought Ryujin was shallow, though. It was admittedly easy, as an intoxicated bar-goer out with friends, to not even register the features of the one preparing your liquor. You of all people could relate to the hazy way they’d be remembered after the night ended. At least this gave you an advantage in knowing how to change the perception.
Thanks, post-breakup alcoholism.
Step two was coaching the well-meaning but admittedly hopeless Felix through a conversation with his crush - preferably a coherent and confident one, but you weren’t going to hold your breath. The poor guy did blush simply from saying her name, after all. You’d told Felix the three keys to a great introduction, pulling directly from the way love interests would often meet in your novels; brevity, humor, and mystery.
He shouldn’t overdo it, no matter how receptive she seems. Felix had tried to argue that he should jump on the opportunity to speak with her, especially after how long he’d waited, but you’d quickly countered. Interest is a fickle beast, easily deterred by a conversation that dragged on for a few minutes too long.
You’d rather her wish you’d said more than wish you’d stopped talking.
After your blunt explanation, he was quick to change his tune - even going as far as earnestly calling himself your humble student. Which then brought you to the second rule of introductions - humor.
You wanna be funny, not creepy. No pickup lines, no matter how clever or cute you think they are.
He’d replied quickly with near instantaneous contradiction of his self imposed title.
None? 😢 Not even if it’s really cute?
You’d smiled then, picturing the pout on his gentle face as he mourned the loss of what you assumed he’d considered treasured flirtations.
Absolutely not.
The telltale dots of what likely was an argument appeared for only a second, vanishing as soon as they’d arrived - almost like a signal of Felix’s acceptance of the rule.
You are a man whose name she doesn’t know approaching her in a bar. Save the cheesy lines until she’s comfortable.
He understood then, shamelessly admitting that you had a fantastic point that he - of course - hadn’t considered. It wasn’t anything to be criticized for. It was simply just his innate privilege as a man to not have that incessant fight-or-flight response when approached by someone of the opposite sex.
After a far-too-complicated discussion, Felix had agreed to give exchanging his cheesy, over the top humor for subtlety a shot. It was bordering on adorable, the way that he clung to each word of advice you offered. He’d thanked you at least twenty times for your wisdom, and you hadn’t even gotten to the final rule yet.
When it came to mystery, you had made it abundantly clear that there was a vast difference between dishonesty and leaving someone guessing.
Do: Be genuine and honest. Don’t: Give every single detail. Timing is everything.
A vivid image of a puppy-esque tilt of his fluffy head projected into your mind’s eye as you read his reply.
What timing? How much is too much detail?
His near-palpable panic was enough to encourage you to explain meticulously, if only just to ease his obvious nerves.
Let’s use me as an example, okay? If you asked what I did for a living, I would just say that I’m an author. Not the genre, not how many books I’ve published, not what I’m currently working on. Just that I’m an author.
As for the timing? Once the conversation is easily flowing and you can tell that she’s into it, you need to excuse yourself.
You giggled at the row of horrified-looking emojis you’d earned from your explanation, shaking your head as you read the incredulous words Felix had sent.
Isn’t that rude? Getting her invested in conversation just to leave her hanging???
You cut off the ellipses denoting he wasn’t done questioning your methods, shaking your head as your thumbs darted across the keys.
No, Felix.
Not if you give her a means to continue the conversation.
At this point, you weren’t certain why his naivety continued to shock you - but, yet, it did. You supposed it just went to show that he truly wasn’t lying when he said he was clueless when it came to love.
I don’t get it…if I walk away we won’t be talking anymore!
A deep breath in, exhaled slowly through your nose helped you maintain the polite, scholarly approach you’d taken thus far.
Your phone number, Felix.
“I really hate to cut this short, but if you’d like to continue this conversation later here’s my number,” then smile, wave, and walk away.
Then what?
You wait.
Just...wait?
Just wait.
The third and final step of the Help-Felix-Get-The-Girl plan was the simplest, but arguably the most important: being in the same place at the same time. Luckily, Felix had let you know that she typically came into the bar around 8 on Fridays. You’d decided to let his eavesdropping slide, knowing his intentions were undoubtedly pure - fueled only by his sweet, schoolboy pining after Ryujin. Besides, you didn’t want to resort to stalking her socials like some kind of love-crazed maniac, so his insight had truthfully saved you some trouble.
All that was left was to hope - even pray, to whatever deity might listen to your plea - that Felix could pull it off.
Friday evening, a quarter past six, a gentle knock came from your front door. You peered through the peephole pointlessly, knowing for close to certain that you’d be met with the nerve-wracked face of Felix on the other side. You had, after all, agreed on 6:15 to meet up before the main event.
Door now opened wide, you offered him your best cheeky smirk before stepping aside for him to enter, “Come on in, Romeo.”
He simply nodded, eyes wider than those of a deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler as he anxiously gulped, Adam's apple bobbing noticeably above the neckline of his black v-neck tee.
“Loosen up, Felix,” you coached jokingly, shutting the door and following him to the couch. He’d already taken a seat on the edge of a cushion, elbows resting on his knees with his face in his hands, “Being scared won’t do anything for the outcome.”
“Easy for you to say,” he grumbled, shifting his weight to run both hands through his tousled tresses before looking to the side.
You met his uncertain gaze as you sat next to him, offering a reassuring pat to his shoulder as you realized this wasn’t just petty nerves over speaking to this woman. Blatantly ignoring your realization that it was much more muscular than you’d ever given any thought to, you allowed your palm to land flat on the empty space between the two of you as you sighed, “Felix, look at me.”
He mimicked your exhale, though his was much more defeated than exasperated, before turning to meet your waiting gaze. His bottom lip trembling slightly as he sucked in a deep breath made your heart ache, empathy coming far too easily for the kindhearted man before you. He swallowed hard, as he had upon his entrance, eyes swirling with what you could only describe as fear.
“What are you so worried about?” you nearly whispered. He had been much more rattled than you’d initially noticed, causing you to have to fight against the rising bile of guilt in your gut for your teasing.
He took a shuddering inhale before sighing deeply, shoulders slumping from their prior position - tensed next to his ears - as he responded softly, “I just…God, this is stupid,” he ran a hand through the ever-increasing messiness of blonde atop his head before continuing, “I don’t wanna screw this up,” he admitted, leaning his head back against the couch before continuing.
“I always say something dumb, or come on too strong,” you nodded as he explained the reason for his uncharacteristically cloudy disposition, avoiding interjection - even in the form of a hum - to provide him with your undivided attention, “Even when I’m not trying to, I somehow manage to just…put people off, y’know?” He shook his head as he leaned back into his hands, curtain of flaxen hair hiding what was undoubtedly a dejected expression as he whispered a broken, “I think there’s just something wrong with me.”
You found yourself wishing you could understand how anyone with even half of a heart could look at Lee Felix and describe the sweeter-than-sugar man as anything close to offputting. Even in your jaded, pessimistic state of being, his smile was an instant surge of serotonin. This woman would be so, so lucky to be the recipient of such pure, selfless love.
“Lix,” the nickname rolled off of your tongue without a second thought, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
He peered at you with a slow turn of his head, cheek pressed into his palm giving his already full lips a dramatized pout, “You don’t have to say that, I know –”
“I’m not lying,” you cut him off, brows knitting together as you held his gaze firm with your own, “There really isn’t anything wrong with you,” a gentle smile that you hoped was reassuring found its way to your lips as you explained, “I think that the world is just very, very gray - and that you,” you poked his nose with the pad of your index finger, earning a noncommittal grin as you continued, “are very, very bright.”
Felix’s grinning had morphed into beaming as his freckled cheeks turned pink at the compliment. He’d released his face from his palms, turning his body more towards yours with ever-straightening posture as though each word from your mouth was filling an invisible meter of confidence.
“So, yeah…there’s nothing wrong with you. People just aren’t used to a person as unabashedly vibrant as you, Felix.”
“You’re really nice, you know that?” he said simply, prior insecurity in his voice replaced with wonder, his smile not once faltering.
“Don’t get sappy on me now, Lee,” you warned with a playful ruffling of his hair. You stood from your spot, it now being your turn to have reddened cheeks, to pour a cup of coffee in the kitchen. You weren’t even thirsty, you just hoped to hide the way his genuine compliment had affected you.
Cup in hand and cheeks back to their presently scheduled lack-of-crimson, you faced him again with a smirk, “Now, let’s get you ready. You’ve got a lady to woo.”
“Y/N, I’m not so sure about this!” Felix called, voice laced with anxiety, from the bathroom. You’d sent him in with a few outfits you’d borrowed from a less-than-willing, bribed-with-cleaning-his-place Jisung.
“I’m sure you look just fine Lix!” the reassurance you’d tried to convey in your voice was mostly drowned out by the volume at which you had to speak from the kitchen.
The stovetop clock read 7:13, reminding you that you had but a half-hour to get Felix to the bar.
“I dunno, Y/N…” he murmured, almost unheard as you made your way towards the bathroom door.
“Lemme see,” you cooed, hiding your excitement for his mini-makeover as best as you could.
Silence.
“Felix, c’mon, I still have to do your hair. Just show me!” you’d hoped the reminder that there was yet more to do would encourage him.
You were met simply with a deep sigh, and more silence.
“Lee Felix, so help me I will kick this door in!” You wouldn’t, no. But he didn’t know that.
“Fine, fine!” his words came out in a hurried slur, followed soon after by the light ‘click’ of the bathroom lock, “You just…can’t laugh, okay?”
“Why would I laugh?” you asked, suppressing a very inopportune giggle at the request. You understood the nerves, though. Meeting up with your crush? Definitely the right time for them.
“Just…promise?” Despite the depth and rasp of his voice, he sounded so small in that moment. He sounded like a child, afraid of scolding if they were truthful. You found yourself with heartstrings pulled just enough to soften your eyes - and tone.
“I promise, Lix.”
With your assurance, Felix slowly opened the bathroom door and peered his head out. Upon witnessing your genuine expression, he nodded his head and fully appeared in the doorway.
Why he’d thought you would laugh was beyond your comprehension. The fitted black button-up you’d provided him hugged him in the most flattering way, the top two buttons undone to show his unexpectedly toned neck and chest. The sleeves were rolled to just below the elbow, keeping the otherwise business-like look casual enough for a bar.
The deep blue jeans he’d brought himself, uncertain of the way Jisung’s may fit after realizing he had a tiny waist, we’re held up by a simple black belt. They, too, fit in such a way that it brought attention to just how in-shape he was. The shirt was only half tucked on one side, furthering the facade of a casual night out.
You hadn’t realized you were staring until your gaze connected with his concerned expression, “I told you I wasn’t sure…” he started, looking down as he shuffled his feet.
“You look so handsome, Felix.”
His expression morphed into one of shock as his cheeks burned under your earnest stare. He stammered for a moment, seemingly taken aback by the deadpan compliment. Even you were surprised with the ease of which it left your lips, almost before you’d even acknowledged just how good he looked.
“Th-thank you,” he whispered, shaking his head quickly as though to reset his mind.
You swallowed hard, not trusting your words as you simply nodded once and slid past him into the bathroom. He was a quick study, Felix, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid as soon as he saw you grab the comb from the countertop.
You weren’t sure why you felt nervous to reach out and touch his hair, a heavy weight dropping further into your stomach with every inch closer the comb got.
But, eventually you did manage to straighten up his unruly mane, neatening his part and tucking a few strands strategically behind his ears.
You stifled a shiver when the side of your hand grazed his cheek.
He sat silently, not uttering a single complaint while you worked. You were torn, though, between finding comfort or nerves in that silence.
“Done,” you acknowledged before setting the comb down, stepping back from Felix so he could catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
You’d have thought he’d gotten a completely new style by the way his eyes widened upon looking. He gingerly touched his bangs, brows furrowing - likely due to concern of messing it up - before he broke into a signature grin.
“Y/N, you gotta teach me how to do this!” he suddenly shouted, giddiness replacing any lingering doubt he’d felt throughout the preparations, “I didn’t think my hair could lay this nicely without gel! You’re a genius!” he giggled as he leaned in closer to the mirror, turning his head side to side to take in each detail.
“All I did was part it, Lix,” you said through a smirk, laughter hinting at the ends of your words, “But I’ll show you sometime.”
He grinned in reply before checking his phone, back straightening seriously before he squeaked, “We’ve gotta go! It’s time!”
You nodded your agreement, smiling warmly at the excited man before you. His excitement was contagious, warming your heart like the sun on the frostbitten grass of an October morning.
His warmth was undeniable, and everything was going so smoothly.
As you got into the passenger seat of his truck, he started the engine and turned to you - expression looking a bit guilty - before tilting his head, “Are you sure you wanna wait in the truck?”
“Lix, it’ll be fine, just remember what I told you,” you reassured him with a gentle look.
“You’ve helped me so much…” he started, pulling out into the street, “I guess…I guess I just don’t want you to have to just wait alone.”
You resisted the urge to ruffle his hair after all of your hard work, opting instead to smirk and tease him with a reminder, “You’re going there to get the girl, Lix, I don’t think you should be escorting another woman.”
“I s’pose you’re right…” he agreed, though resistantly.
“Of course I am,” you said with a poke to his freckled cheek, just as he pulled into a parking spot, “Now, go! Your love awaits.”
He gave you a grateful smile before getting out, leaving the truck running so you could have music and heat.
As he glanced back from the front entrance, you gave him a thumbs up - which he returned - before watching him disappear into the bar.
Your face fell as soon as he was out of sight. Everything was going exactly as it should, and all you needed to do now was wait.
So why, as you watched the well-dressed silhouette of Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender disappear as a patron into his establishment, were you so restless? Why did you sit with the weight of the world in your gut?
“Good luck, Felix,” you whispered to no one, clutching your phone in your hand as though an update from Felix were all that mattered in the world.
And, though you had meant it, the words that left your mouth only felt heavier.
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playground :: shigeta harua
pairing :: nonidol! shigeta harua x gn! reader
genre :: fluff, established relationship
warnings :: none
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if somebody else had asked harua to go out at the playground close to his neighborhood at 4am on a wednesday, he would've simply said no (and probably ignored that person for a while, if we're being honest). but it was you, and he'd do anything for you.
so there he was, being dragged by you to the playground a few blocks away. you were talking in a hushed voice, after all it was late and most people were sleeping, while he listened. he was still half asleep, his messy hair fell on his face and his clothes were disheveled because he had rushed to put them on.
the reason why the two of you were out in the first place, was because you couldn't sleep. this wasn't the first time you had difficulty falling asleep, but today it just was worst than ever. at first, you had texted him and shockingly he had responded. since it was a school day, you expected him to be asleep like the rest, but you considered yourself lucky that he was up.
you spent until 3am talking, he was trying to get you to sleep, he even send you voice messages of him singing. but sadly his effort went to waste as you were still up. and maybe because it was late at night and you hadn't gotten any sleep, your brain came up with the genius idea to pay a visit to the playground. there wouldn't be any kids to bother you and parents to judge.
harua agreed, you had to go to his house to get him, but that didn't matter because you were thankful he had agreed in the first place. you really appreciated that he always tried his best to help you sleep. you loved him and his affectionate gestures a lot.
you held his hand, slowing down your pace to walk next to him. as you talked, you took quick glances at him, only to find him looking at you. it still made you blush and gave you butterflies, and you were sure it did the same to him, the small smile on his face made you believe so.
under the light of the moon, everything was much calmer. the two of you had never been out this late before, but it was nice. it was only the sounds of your chatting and footsteps, the wind that occasionally blew and brushed your hair and the soft hue of the stars that had made their appearance through the thick clouds.
the more you walked, the closer you got to the playground. it was empty, of course, and your eyes lit up upon seeing the place. it had really been a while since you had been to a playground.
"i'm gonna go on the monkey bars!" you exclaimed, trying not speak to loudly, although harua could still hear the excitement in your voice. he followed behind you like you were a carefree child and he was a worried parent. he didn't want you to get hurt.
"you know, i was the best at monkey bars out of all the kids. you don't have to stay behind me like i'm gonna fall or something." you reached for the first bar with a confident smile on your face. harua chuckled before responding.
"yeah, you were. and don't say that, what if you actually fall." he watched as you moved your hands from one bar to the other, making sure nothing bad happened. then when you finished, you fell on your feet and proudly dusted off your hands.
"and i still am!" you added, poking his nose before diverting your attention to the slides. the boy rolled his eyes at your sudden action before walking to you with a grin on his face. you made him very happy.
"come on we should go down the slide together!" you waited for him to go up the small stairs before guiding him how to sit.
"why should i go first? do you want me to get hurt?" he questioned with a fake and exaggerated frown on his face, making you lightly hit his shoulder as you sat behind him.
"you're not gonna get hurt, love. here, i'll hold your hand if it makes you feel better." you held your hand out and he took it, giving it a little squeeze. you smiled before the two of you went down the slide. you never though it would've been so fun at this age, but the quick thrill it gave the two of you was enough for the laughs to burst out. you tried the different slides, your laughter and giggling growing louder.
"wait wait we should try the roundabout!" you said, quickly getting up from the last slide and walking over to where the said equipment was.
"are you sure? i've never really liked roundabouts..." harua said, scratching the back of his head, trying to convince you to go somewhere else but it was already to late. you were sitting on one of the rusty seats, waiting for him to come.
"can you spin me then?" he let out a little sigh before nodding.
"if you feel dizzy after, just know it's not my fault." he playfuly said with a small smirk on his face, and you couldn't say anything else because he had already started spining the roundabout.
"aaahhh harua slow this down please!" you loudly screamed as you held onto the metal bar in front of you for dear life. and the boy listened to you, stopping so suddenly that it made your hair fall on your face and your eyes slowly blink open. your sharp gaze made its way to where the boy was standing. he held an awkward smile, realizing what he had done.
"i'm gonna get you harua!" you got up from your place, feeling your world spin around. he was about to run, but seeing as you were still trying to balance without holding onto anything, he waited. then the stern look on your eyes was a signal for him to start running.
"i told you it's not you fault if you get dizzy!" he shouted as he ran around the whole playground, you following right behind him.
"you did it on purpose!" you argued back, finally catching up to him and jumping on his back. he stumbled before moving his hands to hold you.
"i thought you were gonna hit me." he quietly said while walking back to the playground.
"eh, i got tired." you responded, placing your chin on his shoulder. "can we go on the swings before we leave?"
and he did as you asked, putting you down right in front of the swings. you sat down on one of them, and he sat on the one next to you. he could tell you were starting to get tired. you weren't as talktive and energetic as before, and you had yawned a few times by now. a small smile made its way on his face as he saw your tired eyes blinking a few times, while your feet tried to push the rest of your body on the swing. you looked so cute.
he moved his swing next to yours, bumping them intentionally, making you look at him.
"what are you trying to do?" you streached the 'o' at the end of your sentence before bumping his swing. a small chuckle escaped his lips, making you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.
"i don't know." he teasingly responded, before grabbing the chain of your swing to pull you closer to him. your faces were inches apart.
"you can just say you want to kiss me." you said with a smirk, and he placed a small peck on your lips. after he let your swing go, making you get up.
"you could have at least kissed me properly!" you complained with a small frown, also making harua get up.
"i'll kiss you when i take you home, lovely." and that was all it took to convince you to leave the playground. now you were definitely sleepy, you again held his hand on the way home, this time resting your head on his arm. this time he made the small talk, trying to keep you awake until he took you to your house.
luckily it wasn't far away, and in a few minutes you found yourselves in front of your doorstep.
"thank you for today. i love you." you mumbled, but it was enough for him to hear. and maybe you hadn't realized it since you were half asleep, but you had said 'i love you' to him for the first him. his heart had exploded, but he tried to keep his cool. with a grin on his face, he places a small peck on your forehead and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"i love you too. now go get some sleep." he cupped your cheek and placed a kiss on your lips. you waved goodbye for the last time, and he left after he had seen you go to your room. that night, the two of you went to sleep with the happiest memories and the warmest feelings.
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a/n :: a cute one shot for a cute boy😋😋 this is my first time writing for &team so i hope it's good :))
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I had a sensory overload today and cried on my boyfriend chest, so you're all getting headcanons so I can make myself feel better! Don't pay any attention as to how late it is!
Jacob:
-He has so little confidence in himself that it's actually sad
-Cannot be stopped from making self depreciating jokes, no matter how many times people tell him it's not good
-If this boy had a tiktok it would be blank. Maybe a cartoon pfp, but not a single video (Same bruh same)
Emma
-Out of everyone in the loop, she's the best at makeup. Doesn't mean she wears it all the time, but when she does good shit
-If she's in a bad mood, she can destroy you with words if she wants to. Luckily, this doesn't happen often, especially not to her friends. Random men that don't leave her alone on the other hand...
-For a while she had a "I'm not like other girls" thing going on, especially whenever Noor first came around. Not really there anymore though
Millard
-Do you ever get sensory overloads and cry? Then boy, do I have the cure for you! Cry while he hugs you. Automatic cure, I can confirm this right now from personal experience
-Sometimes he gets a little too focused on something and won't realize just how late he's said up until someone has to actually drag him to bed
-Gives the best and most thoughtful gifts. Oh? You collect pinned bugs? He's finding out where to get a rare pinned bug and giving you that on Valentine's day! Yes, that's what he did for me, I love him so much #justfictivethings lol
Hugh
-Out of everyone in the loop, he has the most...complex feelings about his gender. Being so tied to bees, he's beegender, but with that comes some strange feelings. Most bees are female, so he does feel a strong connection to femininity. But at the same time, he still feels tied to drones/male bees.
-He tries not to think too much about it, and maybe keeps it bottled up a bit too much. Maybe it's because it stresses him out to ponder too much. Maybe he's embarrassed to talk about it. No matter what though, he does feel a lot of gender euphoria wearing skirts and confusing people about what gender he is.
-His sexuality is probably just as confusing to find an exact label, but it's not something he worries about. He just ends up using the term queer and calls it a day
Fiona
-Fiona being plantgender surprises no one, and it never will. Same with her being bi. She just...you can just look at her and tell
-She's probably the least happy in a modern setting. Everything is just...too much for her. She likes the whole cottagecore thing, but she'd much rather keep to her usual ways. So still stuck in the late 1800's
-She has a way to talk to Hugh with just...looks. Slight facial expressions, body language, they just know each other that well. More often than not, they're flirting with each other like this out in the open
Enoch
-Was put on kitchen duty once....Once. The peculiars don't talk about this often
-You can't pay him to play sports with the other boys. He'd sooner pull teeth
-I am voting him as most likely to have filled his homework with doodles
Horace
-He's not a fan of many things in the modern day, but he does appreciate a few things. Easier tools for cooking, Google, and easy access to fabric to name a few things
-What he isn't a fan of though? Fashion (obviously), dance trends, and the modern humor
-His scream could break glass
Bronwyn
-HATES it when people call her a man for whatever reason. On bad days, it makes her cry
-She has a bit of hyper empathy with animals, especially baby ones
-A boy hit on her ONCE and she felt physically nauseous about it for a whole WEEK
Claire
-Says her favorite Disney princess is Aurora because her dress is pink, it's actually Cinderella because of the song "so this is love"
-She sees everyone in the loop as her siblings, but especially Enoch
-In a modern setting, she is addicted to those dress up flash games, bonus points if they're princess themed
Olive
-Sometimes she rolls her ankle in those big shoes, there are a lot of tears from that
-Has stepped on toes before! Bones were indeed broken!
-Master at finding lost items. No idea why
Bonus Victor!
-Horrible about confessing his feelings
-Makes horrible decisions when he gets nervous. It's like all critical thinking goes out the window
-Seems like the type with pencil graphite stuck in his hand permanently somewhere
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Spare ‘how the guys act when they first have a crush on you’ hc pls
i hope you like these! sorry it took a while to do
when they have a crush
johnny
knox is quite intimidating to people who don’t know him well
because he’s literally the leader / creator of jackass
why wouldn’t people be intimidated
and when he comes to the realisation that he has a crush on you
he tries to do everything in his power to become less intimidating
he’ll constantly check up on you
“hey i just wanted to see how you’re doing”
and he’s definitely the type of guy to get protective over you when he has a crush
some guy flirting with you at the bar? not anymore because johnnys right by your side
“he seemed like a dick anyway, you can do better”
the ‘doing better’ being him
he definitely is quite touchy when he has a crush on you
he’ll put your hair behind your ear for you
or have his arm around your shoulders if you guys are sat next to eachother
he’s quite confident when around you but sometimes he’ll just crumble
for example if you laugh at one of his jokes
or compliment him
or if you sit next to him when there are other seats available
you’re the only person who can make johnny knoxville go from being the confident guy everyone knows, to a blushing, stuttering mess
chris:
flirt
that’s all i have to say really
just constantly flirting with you
trying to touch you in some subtle way
such as touching your tshirt and saying
“oh is this new?”
he definitely starts doing more party boy stuff
or stuff that involve his dick
because he’s proud of how he looks and he wants to show off
and you don’t mind at all
he’ll give you hugs all the time
he definitely compliments you a lot
but then almost fucks up in some way
“you look hot today y/n, not that you don’t look hot all the time, you just look extra hot today, i mean-”
i feel like he’s the type to be really chill about his crush on you
like you can’t tell if he has a crush on you or if he’s just being extra friendly
because you’re clueless for so long i feel like steveo eventually has to tell you
“you know pontius has a crush on you right?” “WHAT”
steveo:
always showing off doing stunts
he starts volunteering for more and more ‘dangerous’ ones
jeff loves you for this when he finds out you’re the reason why
“y/n! watch me do this!!” “steveo no you’ll break your neck” “then you can look after me”
invites you to get stoned with him
you’ll both be sat on the couch in his apartment smoking
and he’ll put his arm around you
but pull you closer to him at the same time
so you’re kinda leaning against his chest
he’ll go to you when he needs advice
he doesn’t usually go to anyone for advice because he thinks he can deal with it on his own
but he’s started opening up to you more because of his crush and honestly it’s helped him a lot
like johnny he’ll check up on you a lot
“y/n you good?”
he wants to help you as much as you help him so that’s the least he can do
always sits next to you in the van
or if you guys are watching someone else do a stunt
he’s always around you
because he just feels so comfortable and safe with you
ryan:
he’ll give you a lot of gifts
something he finds around his house and he thinks ‘oh y/n would love this’
so it’s yours the next time he sees you
he also showers before he sees you
and everyone is thankful for this
because everyone knows he’s a stinky man
and you notice he’s showering a lot more and you’re like ‘hm this is strange i wonder why’
and then he realises you’ve realised
so he stops to try and make it seem ‘normal’ again
and everyone is not thankful for this
he’ll definitely stare at you
like he’ll zone out looking at you
only realising when bam punches him and is like
“dude you’re being creepy just go talk to her”
obviously bam knows about his crush on you
he’s the best wingman for ryan ever
“hey y/n you noticed how sexy ryan looks today?” “w-what?”
ryan hates him for this and blushes when he comes over to drag him away
he’ll also offer to drive you everywhere because he wants to spend as much time with you as possible
and he wants to talk to you more so what better opportunity?
ryan dunn please date me
bam:
dude bullies you
in a nice way tho
annoys you so you give him attention
such as taking your sunglasses off your face so he can wear them
or constantly says your name
“y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n-” “WHAT BAM” “hey”
accidentally calls you hot in front of everyone
causing people to be like ‘?????’
and he’s like “what! they’re hot, i’m not lying”
while blushing because he’s thinking oh my god why did i say that
if you don’t know how to skate
congratulations you’re now getting free lessons
if you do know how to skate
you guys can skate together
(or you can pretend like you don’t know how just so he’ll teach you)
will buy you a new skateboard regardless if you have one already
he probably accidentally lets slip that he has a crush on you
and you’re like “wait what?”
and he plays it off like “haha got you that was a funny prank”
ehren:
when he realises he has a crush on you
he goes from being normal to being so nervous around you
he’s scared he’s gonna scare you off by doing something weird
he’ll get angry at the guys if they embarrass him in front of you
or make him do something weird / gross
“guys stop being assholes”
he’ll buy you flowers :(
you mention in a conversation one day what your favourite flowers are
and the next day he turns up to set with a bouquet of them
and if he can’t get a bouquet of them
he’ll buy a fake version of it so you can keep it forever
“i remember you said they’re your favourite so i got you some”
always tells you how amazing you are
“y/n that was amazing. you’re amazing”
wants to comfort you if you have a bad day bless him
he wants you to be as comfortable with him as possible
so he’ll always offer to listen if you need to rant
(which you greatly appreciate)
he gives great advice so he actually helps a lot
he likes to know that he’s helping you
dave:
always trying to make you laugh
or smile
would do anything for you
just wants to hang out with you
will always invite you for movie nights
or to go to the bar
he’ll always make you feel wanted
“hey you wanna hang out?”
“i’d love it if you came with us”
he also seems like the type to play a song
and be like
“this reminds me of you :)”
and it’s the cutest love song ever
you’re just sat like :’)))))))
will always compliment you and your outfit
“you look so pretty today y/n”
#jackass#jackass headcanons#jackass fic#bam margera#chris pontius#dave england#johnny knoxville#ryan dunn#preston lacy#wee man#danger ehren#steveo#johnny knoxville headcanons#bam margera headcanons#chris pontius headcanons#ryan dunn headcanons#dave england headcanons#steveo headcanons#ehren mcghehey headcanons
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Lance can't really say he was expecting anything to happen between him and his love interest, but every time Keith would even glance his direction, his nerves would act up.
Once the valentines party was announced, Keith suddenly became strange, whike he use to follow Lance around like a confused puppy now he was running around hiding, going out- he did a lot of things that just weren't Keith. And it made Lance self-conscious even if it was just for a split second. He'd almost felt like this whole liking each other thing was a joke to Keith. Lance had tried so many times to ask the other out, and he tried cute, cringe, blunt... not so blunt ways to ask the other out. But every offer he made was rejected instantly with a soft chuckle and shake of the others head.
It infuriated Lance, especially the fact that Keith made no such effort to ask the other, he hadn't even tried once. Making Lance feel as if this relationship would become one-sided and he really couldn't go through that again.
And today of all days was the worst, Keith and Lance even arrived separately. And hadn't said a word to eachother all day. No matter how much Lance attempted to make his way to the mullet headed male, Pidge or hunk would always somehow pull him away with some excuse.
Lance was now sat. Basically alone as Pidge stayed glued to their phone. Hunk trying and failing terribly to flirt with Shay, him being a flustered mess while Shay just smiled sweetly.
He could feel the back of his head burn with looks from all different types of people. Mostly, girls approached him, asking him for this or that, refusing all of them with a soft smile and a polite "I like somebody else." Every time someone came over to him, he could feel Keith's gaze lock onto them frustratedly before always looking away when Lance would reject them. Lance seemed to notice this as the next person to ask, and he indulged them, not before telling him his plan, of course.
Lance explained to the girl, Jess that he wanted to make his 'crush' jealous as she happily accepted. He grabbed her hand with a soft and fake smile, pulling her to the dance floor in a heart beat. He'd been dying to dance, but decided not to until Keith asked him, but it's a bit late for that now. He swung her around easily as he chatted and laughed with the girl, all the stories he told being about him and Keith. Not that Keith knew they were being completely platonic. As he stood up in haste. Quickly making his way towards Lance and pulling him away, Lance happily getting dragged away by the other.
"What the fuck Lance?!" Keith whispered shouted as they made it outside the building into a beautifully decorated garden where you had the best view of the multi coloured sky. "What?" Lance looked towards him with a smirk, it instantly hitting Keith What Lance was up to as he let out a shaky breath. Lance placed his hand on the others shoulder gently, this time showing a genuine smile. "I got you to talk to me, didn't I?" He spoke confidently only earning a half chuckle from the other. "You dumbass." Keith spoke eyes glued to the floor as Lance just smiled over at him. "Not my fault you refused to talk to me and was being all weird and mysterious~" Lance spoke doing slight Jazz hands as he eyed Keith suspiciously. "It's a surpise Lance." Keith groaned stepping away from Lance slightly. "C'mon Keith, you know I hate surprises they make me all nervy-" Lance stated crossing his arms looking like a grumpy toddler.
"Fucks sake Lance you had to ruin it." Keith laughed as his hands dived into his pockets as Keith watched him suspiciously. "The fuck you doing, purposing?" Lance joked only to be met with a ring box in Keith's hands. "Woah, woah! When I said marry me I didn't mean it-" Lance backes up slightly shaking his hands infront of his face. Keith cocked his eyebrow with a chuckle. "Blue, I'd be on my knee if I was purposing you idiot." Keith flicked the others head before opening the box which consisted of two promise rings. "So you're not proposing?" Lance spoke slightly disappointed as he eyed the objects suspiciously. "Lance shut the fuck up for a minute." Keith snapped playfully as the other did as he was told. He takes a deep breath hands shaking slightly as he locks eyes with the confused freckled face I front of him.
"| get angry too easily. I say mean
things just to hurt people sometimes, even
though always regret it. - have a ridiculously
minuscule amount of impulse control,
forget important dates and anniversaries -
you'll probably have to remind me every year
several times. I regularly forget to eat and
shower. I'm just as much of a mess as you,
nae salang. But I want you with me, Lance,
always. I want us, I know I can be oblivious and ignorant to things sometimes but that's WHY I need you. You level me out, and I'm so close to falling inlove with you. Not yet the Love, donr want to boost your ego too much.." Keith laughed, well choke laughed as he tried to stop a tear form as he watched Lance break into a ball of tears.
"The fuck? Who told you to be so cute?" Lance laughed as he wiped his eyes with his now damp sleeve. Keith pulled the other into a loose hug as Lance stood frozen in place as he sobbed softly. "Thank you Red." Lance finally spoke as he wrapped his arms tightly around the other afraid to let go. "I want you too Keith." Lance spoke, pulling away only slightly from the hug just to close the gap between them, a kiss, it wasn't anything over the top or special but it was perfect for the pair. "I get to be the one purposing now. Since you beat me to it." Lance joked his nose still sniffly and eyes slightly red, Keith only nodded taking in the sight of his new and very handsome boyfriend. He couldn't help but pull him into his embrace once again.
#voltron#broganes#klance#vld au#vld lance#keith vld#keith x lance#oneshot#otp prompts#confession#klance fic
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