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nuhuhwinniethepooh · 1 month

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Tags : Fluff then Angst, Smitten Gojo Satoru x F!Reader :), Gojo as a hateful dad, character death.

A/N : I've had enough of soft dad Gojo Satoru, I need some hateful dad Gojo Satoru or something similar to it at least.

WC : 1.7k

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1 " Hey 'toru, Get some peaches on your way back. " " Hey, honey. "

"You're crazy," you whisper speechlessly, pushing a strand of wet hair off your eyes and gazing blankly at Satoru kneeling on the tiled floor with a velvet box in his hand, encasing a sparkly ring inside- both his and your birthstones, you notice.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But one thing's for sure, I never thought I wanted to settle down. But now...now I just can't imagine a future without you," Satoru starts, you've never seen him so genuine of his feelings, so innocently vulnerable like he's gonna shatter if you say no.

"So please, answer my question. Can I marry you and make myself the happiest man to have ever lived?" He continues, gentler this time. You bite your bottom lip, holding a sob back as you nod, too afraid that you'll fall apart if you speak. You nod once again, feeling warmth envelop your skin as Satoru throws himself at you and peppers your face with kisses- 'Thank you's' and 'I love you's' slipping out his mouth like butter on a heated pan as he slips the ring on your finger.

You clear your throat, backing away as you look at the ring glint under the light with a smile," it's beautiful, Satoru. I love it but next time, please don't propose to me in the bathroom when I'm fresh out of the shower," you say with a wide grin on your face, tugging the towel around you to secure its position again. Satoru responds with a huge grin of his own, pulling you close and nuzzling your neck," Couldn't wait for tonight's date, I've waited long enough for this," he mumbles, placing soft kisses against your damp skin.

"Tha-," he shuts you up with his lips, "Okay, fine. Sorry, I'll keep the destination in mind next time," he apologizes with a sheepish grin but you know better than that, he's not the least bit sorry.

2 " I'm going shopping with your mum for my wedding dress today, I might be a little late. " " I hope you're doing fine "

The wedding was perfect from start to finish, the Gojo clan doing all the grunt work while the two of you made the final call at the end. Everything was perfect for Satoru, especially you. He even tears up a little when he watches you walk down the aisle towards him- muted giggles echoing in the enclosed wedding hall at his reaction. He had his blindfold removed for the day despite the fact that the shards of decorated glass and bright lights irritated his six eyes, a small sacrifice for the greater good.

The greater good being getting a better look at you, every blemish, every scar and every battle wound peeking out of your wedding dress was perfection to him. His heart tap-dancing in his chest when he meets your eyes, absolutely smitten for the look of pure joy in your face when your father finally rests your hand on Satoru's and the officiant starts the wedding, his words falling on deaf ears when Satoru chooses to gaze at you with adoration in his eyes instead.

Popping out of his reverie when your sparkling eyes meets his and a smile tugs at your lips," You're supposed to say 'I do' now," you whisper, squeezing his hand. "I do," his voice rings, loud and clear, squeezing your hand back after you do the same.

"You may kiss the bride." Finally.

"My wife," he thinks to himself happily before pulling you in and crushing your lips against his, the cheers from the crowd gradually turning into background noise, getting lost in the feeling of your warmth against his. He breaks the kiss only when thunder erupts and the pitter-patter of the rain starts loud and ominously, he turns and looks at you worriedly only to be left surprised when you look back at him with delight.

"Looks like even the heavens are blessing our wedding now," you hum, pulling him by the arm towards the door to the large balcony. Pushing the door open and dragging him towards the middle of the open balcony with a grin, the heavy rain immediately drenching the two of you- you let go of his arm, turning to face him with a hand held out," Can I have this dance?" a teasing grin on your face, Satoru swears his heart actually stopped for a second; grabbing hold of your hand, he places a quick kiss on your knuckles," gladly."

Gently swaying in the rain to the music drifting from the wedding hall, Satoru couldn't be happier. He's the happiest man to have ever lived when in your arms.

3 " 'll make breakfast tomorrow though, you want anything? " " I'm not sure if I told you this enough but "

Getting pregnant 3 years after your marriage wouldn't have been a surprising thing but it was for the two of you considering the fact that you went at it like rabbits. You wanted kids, he didn't, heirs and other matters be damned. He wanted you to himself for as long as possible, hoard your attention and love for as long as he could before you finally put your foot down.

The dreaded day arrived sooner than he liked, he'd have preferred another 7 years alone with you but you didn't give in this time. Adamant on bearing his child and starting a family, how could he ever say no to you? So he gives in and fucks you with a new goal in mind- getting you pregnant with his child.

Two weeks later, your breathe hitches as you look at the stick in your hand- you're pregnant. Excited squeals gushing out of you, you rush out the bathroom and to the shared master bedroom where you hold the pregnancy test up at Satoru's face. He looks at you with mild shock in his face," already?" He asks softly, taking the stick from your hand and looking at it blankly, sitting down on the edge of the bed besides him, you nod excitedly," We're gonna be parents, s'toru!"

Before you know it, he throws the test aside on the floor, pulling you in his arms and crushing you under his weight as he presses kisses all over your flushed face," we're gonna be parents!" You giggle, hands cupping his cheeks to slow down the barrage of kisses. Satoru still wasn't really sure about the idea of a child yet but your joy at the thought of it was enough for him to push that idea aside, what you wanted was what he wanted, it's a universal rule.

"We gotta celebrate this now, don't we?" He mumbles, hands slowly sliding under your shirt with a smirk, earning him a swat against his chest. "Gosh, you're disgusting," you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling him in. "And you love me for it, Mama," he coos, pressing a light kiss at the corner of your lips- your heart swells at the thought of being a mother, you were finally gonna start a family of your own with the man you love, life couldn't get any better.

4 " It might rain today so call me when you're done, okay? I'll come pick you up. " " I love you so much "

Fear and respect, two sides of the same coin, was easy to come by when it came to Gojo Satoru, hating even easier but what was hard was loving him, harder than it should be- Loving him was like climbing up a snowy mountain with nothing but a fork, Loving him was like crossing the seven seas with only a raft, Loving him was like trying to figure out what to do with a beloved china bowl that got smashed into pieces. It was nigh impossible to love him, anyone who did try gave up halfway through, only leaving him worse still. But everything changed once you came along.

You didn't climb the snowy mountain with a fork, not at all. You just waited long enough for a ski lift to be built for skiing enthusiasts and then took the lift yourself. You gave him time to adapt, time to breathe before finally making your way through the icy remnants of his scarred heart.

You didn't travel the seven seas with a raft, not at all. You just sold the raft and bought yourself a ticket for a worldwide cruise, enjoying every single moment on the long trip back to him. You gave him patience and waited happily for him to come around.

You didn't just accept your fate to pick the broken china pieces and throw it in the bin, not at all. You just gently assembled it and glazed it with lacquer, painstakingly painting over every crack with gold. You didn't fix him, you just accepted all of his broken pieces, that's all - the rest he did it himself.

It wasnt the fact that you took the easy way out, not at all. It was the fact that you put the effort to think about ways to love him- It was always hard to love Satoru, you just made it easy. So if someone asks Satoru why he loves you so, all he does is smile and answers " no reason at all." He just loves everything about you, he doesn't need a reason to do so.

5 " You don't sound so well, is everything okay? " " More than you could ever know "

20 weeks, 5 months, into your pregnancy and Satoru's already starting to feel uneasy, the change is small, unnoticeable to the normal eye even. But the change is there, his six eyes catching everything. You've gotten weaker, not externally per se but internally. He brings it up once when the two of you cuddle in the bed, you laugh and brush it off by saying," it's only natural." He's not convinced but he doesn't push it, opting to graze the curve of your cheek instead.

Something was really wrong, very, very wrong- You've been rapidly losing weight, the complete opposite of what should be happening. The growing baby bump only makes you grow thinner, finding it hard to even do the basic things, having to rely on Satoru for everything. He'd have been delighted on being relied on some other time but this time he's not, he's more concerned than anything.

The trip to the doctors doesnt change a single thing, every single one of them saying the same thing over and over and over again. "She's fine, just a rare case. It's better than it looks, 'ts just an uncommon case of weight loss during pregnancy." He swears its not, the very molecules that makes up you seems to be slowly but steadily gathering and surrounding one particular place, your belly but how could they know that? They were normal doctors, not some omniscient sorcerer like him.

So he grits his teeth, quietly holding your hand and holding onto his last hope, Shoko. Despite it not being her area of expertise, he can only hope for the best afterall she was a sorcerer too, she has to have the ability to figure it out...doesn't she? All hope comes crashing down when Shoko shakes her head, there was nothing wrong with you, the final verdict.

" I told you, didn't I? It's just an uncommon case, honey. You're too paranoid," you grin and tiredly pat his hand, boney fingers brushing against his. Your engagement ring and wedding ring hanging around a chain on your neck glistens blindingly under the stark hospital light- it became too loose to fit you anymore. Satoru feels slight prickles in his eyes from underneath the blindfold, he doesn't know why but he does. Forcing a tight smile at you, he nods," You might be right dear, but you know I can't help it when it comes to you," he mumbles, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles to hide his falling smile. You chuckle lightly, flushing at the contact," You're such a silly man, 'toru. "

6 " Hmm? Oh I'm fine, don't worry. How's work though? " " And I swear I've tried, I really have "

Problems over problems befall, the number of curses quickly increasing exponentially with no rhyme or reason and the higher-ups pressuring him from all side was taking a toll on him, not to mention your declining health. You looked healthier now, taking the supplements that Shoko provided helped you not look like you were gonna fall dead at any given moment. A farce, Satoru notes, you're healthier on the outside, dying on the inside. He even contemplates getting rid of the thing inside you completely but as if like you read his mind, telepathically catching onto his thoughts, you become more protective.

Hands always wrapped around your belly and eyes instinctively following his every movement, always on sharp alert. Waiting for something to happen, you're not entirely sure for what but you wait. Catching onto your guarded attitude, Satoru drops the idea immediately. He doesn't want you to hate him, he'd die if you did and even he's not sure if he means it figuratively.

He makes sure to coo at your belly every night though, sure he doesn't want a child but that didn't mean he didn't feel any love for it despite the toll it took on you. He just hates it as a husband and loves it as a father- hates it even more as a lover. Hiding his slowly growing apprehension of the unborn child inside you with a mask of an excited father-to-be.

You know Satoru acts off this days especially when he interacts with the baby but you don't say anything, he's a busy man and you were currently out of service which meant double the work, you couldn't possibly have the right to ask him what's wrong, right?

7 " 'Toru, don't worry about me. I'm not mad, I promise. Just try to get your business trip finish a little faster okay? " " So please don't hate me too much "

You're a nervous wreck, anxiety fully settling deep in your bones despite the contractions. The pain was doing nothing to alleviate the turmoil inside you other than making it worse, 7 hours in after your water broke and Satoru is nowhere in sight- you're nervous, in pain and surrounded by strangers. Shoko was kicked out, 'only family members are allowed in' they said, despite your pleas they ignore you. They were gonna have hell to pay later until then you had to push through it by yourself, it couldn't possibly get any worse.

Biting down on your lips after screaming your throat hoarse, you squeeze your eyes shut, the salty taste of your tears mixing in with the metallic ones on your lips only making you want to gag. Slowly, loud words starts to blur and dim as your vision gets hazy, drifting in and out of your consciousness while barely catching sight of the figures hovering around you," I see the head!" One particularly loud statement snaps you back into reality, everything ending too quickly from there with still no sign of your husband anywhere.

With the first cry resounding in the room, your heart rate falls rapidly; the once searing pain only a throb now, a small respite but an unwelcoming one. You wish for the numbing chill to be replaced for the burning pain, praying for the latter if it meant that you could still breathe in the scent of his skin, still comb your fingers through arctic white hair, still stare into his cerulean blue eyes, still lay your head above hi- "I'm sorry" a hushed whisper in the chaos.

The high-pitched beeps flatlines, parallel lines all in all. The silence is too loud and the air too thick, working their way to restart a heart that's already dead and gone. Somewhere in the distance another heart drops, not with the promise of death but of something much worse. What use is a beating heart if the soul is already dead?

8 " I'm sorry I couldn't make it, I swear I tried " " But I can't do it "

Satoru doesn't hate her. No, he abhors her. The feeling of complete hatred and malice against an individual- every babble, every cry, every coo, her very existence disgusts him to the core. Somedays he just wants to snap her neck, it'd be so easy, so quick, so satisfying, so very dreadful. Somedays Satoru even considers it, his long slender fingers wrapping around her small sleeping figure and squeezing just a little, just a twitch but her eyes always flutters open, always gazes at him with a smile, always holds her chubby little arms out to him.

It's not her smile, her voice or his guilty conscience that stops him, it's her eyes. Your eyes. The curve, the shape, the color, the very crinkle reminds him of you, your eyes are staring back at him but it's not you. It'll never be you. Pulling his hand back like he got burned, he rushes out. It's what he always does these days, he runs and runs until he can't anymore, hoping that maybe somewhere along the way, he'll finally find you again.

You're so cruel and so very heartless, if you were gonna leave him in the end you should've never made him love you at all but you did, you did and he loves you. He loves you and you left.

Satoru is always bitter, maybe if she didn't have your eyes then maybe it'd be easier to get rid of her, maybe it'd be easier for him to move on. But you're always there, your first gift being her last saving grace. Your eyes, your first, your life, your last. Maybe you knew about it, you always did say that you wanted a baby that looked like you. He never bothered to ask why because he agreed with you, he always agrees with you, but now he seems to understand why, you always did understand him better than he did himself.

So all he does is mourn, he mourns but he doesn't cry- he didn't cry when he got the news of your death neither did he cry when he saw your body, not a single tear in sight. He just silently stood by your side, gently grazing your face with a finger, hands interlocked with yours until your last moment. And like all sorcerers fate, he watched your body get cremated until nothing but ashes were left in the end. Silently making his way back to a dark and empty house with nothing but the urn of your ash in his hand. He still doesn't cry when he hugs the urn close to his chest and stares at your side of the bed late into the night, he doesn't cry at all.

He doesn't cry because he can't cry. Tears are the embodiment of an emotion, what use are they for a man who's already gone numb?

9 " I love you " " I can't love her "

"Hiiii, 'toru"

"Hey, honey."

"How's everything over there?"

"She's growing up fast, you'd be surprised. She has my hair, y'know? Well, the color at least. It's funny how she's starting to resemble me, it's almost uncanny. She has your eyes though, it's like she copy-pasted your eyes onto hers, it's almost scary because it feels like it's you thats looking back at me sometimes. And well, she started going school now; just wanted to let you know that-"

"Well, that's sounds fun"

"...it's really not, not without you here"

"Aww, you miss me that much~?"

"I do, I miss you so much that it physically hurts"

"Aww I miss you too, honey. Tell you wha-"

Satoru sighs, cutting the saved voice message. What was he even doing, answering to your pre-recorded voice like a deranged person. But maybe he was deranged or tired perhaps both, he's not sure but what he was sure of was the fact that he hated he-

"Papa?"

Satoru hears before he sees, the door swinging open ever so slightly to showcase a pair of eyes, your eyes, meekly looking at him. Your eyes in his face but it's not you neither is it him, it's neither you or him but it's both you and him. It's so conflicting.

"What is it?" His voice softer than he wanted it, harsher than expected.

"I just wanted to show you the drawing I made today in class." Her voice is quiet, her footsteps even quieter as she slowly walks up to him, a rolled up paper carefully held in one tiny fist. She was so small, so tiny, so quiet, so utterly disgusting. Placing it down flat ever so quietly on the table, she takes a step back "It's you, me and...mama" she mumbles, pointing at the three stick figures accordingly.

Satoru pulls his blindfold up and narrows his eyes at the stick figure that was apparently you, your hair was wrong, the color, the length, the very style was wrong. "I-I don't know how mama looks like" she admits, tiny hands grabbing onto her shirt as she looks down.

"Of course, you don't. You killed her, sucked her life-force right out like a fucking parasite" he thinks bitterly to himself, fingers grazing over the paper. Everything was wrong, this whole situation was wrong, but the crudely drawn smile on your face wasn't. The smile wasn't, your smile wasn't. The edges of the crayon smile was raised just perfectly, you smiled just like that, always did even when he-

"Papa?" She calls out, eyes peeking through the soft tufts of arctic white hair- Satoru clears his throat, quietly re-adjusting his blindfold before nodding quickly "it's good, good job." He says, fingers gently outlining the curve of the crayon smile- it's what you would've said to her had you been the one in his place so it's what he'll say to her in your place. "You may leave now"

And don't ever come back.

She nods, reaching out for her drawing but Satoru shakes his head, tugging it closer to him which earns him a surprised reaction, something hopeful glinting in her eyes as she nods and quietly scurries out the door. He sighs when the door closes with a click, standing up and rummaging through his office for a spare frame. You'd have framed it and gushed about it had you been there but you weren't so the least he could do was frame it, he's framing it because it's what you would've done, it's what you would've wanted him to do.

He can't love her for you, he loves you and he'd do anything for you but loving her for you? He can't do that, he's more selfish than that.

Satoru sighs as he carefully puts the drawing in the frame, it's what you would've wanted, it's what you would've done. So he'll do it for you because it's you that loved her.

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THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IM FINALLY BACK! I ALSO FOUND A PARTTIME JOB! YAY! Gonna take a lot to buy a new laptop though so wish me luck!

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takumifujiwarastan · 26 days

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"look at me, not him."

pairings: megumi fushiguro x best friend!reader contents: jealousy, sprinkle of angst, a bit suggestive, reader has a bit of traumatic past but not too many details. no established relationship (yet)!

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a/n: very self indulgent bc i js wanted to write for mah boi megumi <3

he couldn't hate yuji.

he couldn't hate the fact that he was stealing your attention away from him more and more with each passing day.

that the small smiles only he could see were now becoming regular when you were around the pink haired boy.

of course, he's more than happy that you're smiling. the shell that had been enclosing you for so long was finally starting to break in the company of safe people who cared about you.

he just wished it was him who made you smile like that.

since when did he start wishing that? he couldn't remember. he couldn't count the days he's spent thinking about you. the nights he spent dreaming about you. you somehow slithered your way into his mind along with every thought that whizzed by.

it used to be just you and him. being unofficially 'adopted' by gojo a few years after he was, you'd come to know him most your whole life. he knew everything about you. he knew the background you came from. the pain you suffered. every hit you took. every time you got back up and kept going.

he missed the days of just him and you. lazy afternoons in each others' dorm rooms, spent basking in the warmth of the sun that shone through the window and talking about whatever. sleepless rainy nights that ended with you in his arms, your breathing in sync with his as the rain pattered against the glass of the window.

and the rare smiles he got to see from you whenever you were with him. him. not yuji.

and its yuji you're waiting for now, as you stand patiently at the end of the hallway, where he said he would meet you after showering and changing after training.

megumi's sharp eyes narrow at the sight of you waiting for someone other than him yet again. without even a second thought he starts padding down the wood floor of the dorm hall.

"y/n." he breathes out, stopping just a few feet from you. you look up at him, meeting his eyes that seem to carry unfamiliar emotion behind them.

"hey..." you reply softly. "you alright?" the question falls from your lips so innocently, in such a clueless matter he can't be upset that you aren't spending time with him. his eyes soften at this, then closing them with a sigh.

his fists then ball up at his sides upon hearing yuji's voice at the other end of the hall. he turns his head and shoots him a menacing look, to which the peach haired boy with widened eyes retreated back to his dorm.

you turn your head and watch as yuji goes back into his room, shutting the door hastily. "megumi, me and yuji were going to-" your irritated tone is cut off when a hand is brought up to your face, tilting your head back towards the raven haired boy as he crashes his lips into yours, a small gasp escaping your lips when your back hits the wall. his free hand is seated on your waist, gripping feverishly as he deepens the kiss.

he pulls back a few moments after, looking into your eyes with a fiery anger yet desperate longing at the same time. his hand holds your face so softly, tenderly, contrary to the emotions brewing inside him. his thumb brushing over your cheekbone so delicately, as if you were fragile as glass. you can almost hear the yearning in his voice when he breathes out;

"look at me, not him."

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the-atlas-sister · 3 months

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𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝! (𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚃𝚁 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚜)

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚗, 𝙽𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚢𝚊, 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊, 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘, 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊, 𝙽𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢

You honestly never minded your size. Honestly, you didn't even really care. So what if you had to grab a stool or ask for help to reach high shelves? That's what you had a tall boyfriend for after all. And so what if your legs dangled when you sat on a seat just a little too high?

The only time you truly cared and noticed your height is when your little legs couldn't keep up with your beanpole of a boyfriend.

𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

Ran honestly never noticed the way you walked a little quicker to keep in stride with him. He never noticed that you clung to his hand to keep in pace with his long stride. He always simply assumed it was to show him you loved him, which was true in part.

He didn't take notice until he heard the small pitter-patter of your feet behind him. He looked down at you when he heard a small huff and your hand grabbing his forearm.

"Why do you look so tired?" he asked, giving you a lazy smile and sticking his hands in his pockets.

"It's exhausting trying to keep up with your lanky ass," you huffed, holding onto his arm a little tighter and speeding up to keep with his lazy walk.

Ran cocked an eyebrow at your remark, stopping in his tracks. "My lanky ass?" he asked, smirking slightly.

"Yeah! You're legs are built like a damn giraffe and I gotta fucking run to keep up with you!" you snapped, crossing your arms and scowling up at the boy.

Ran only pushed out a gentle chuckle at your rant. "Didn't know you had that in ya," he said, offering you his hand. "I'll walk a bit slower for you." Ran gave you a small smirk as you hesitantly take his hand once more. "So you can keep up with my giraffe legs."

𝙽𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚢𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚊 (𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢)

Nahoya knew you had to practically run to keep up with him, even before you actually mentioned anything to him. He knew and he loved that fact. In fact he would often speed up his pace to make it harder for you to keep up with him.

"Nohoya!" you whined, running after the peach haired boy as he speed walked ahead of you. "You know I can't keep up with you when you walk like that!" You gripped his sleeve, as if trying to stop him from running away.

"What? Little legs can't handle it?" he teased, showing off his teeth with the infamous grin ever planted on his face.

"Cut it out!" you whined, punching the boy's shoulder. You planted your feet in the cement and tugged on his sleeve, causing him to come to a halting stop. "Slow down, please," you pouted, looking up at the cocky boy.

"Fine, fine," Nahoya sighed, rolling his eyes. You grinned and began walking, only to discover Nahoya was not next to you. You turned around to find him walking incredibly slow, a cocky grin on his face.

"Nahoya!"

"What? You told me to slow down!"

𝙺𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚢𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒 (𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗)

Ken is highly aware of your size and how it can affect the way you keep in pace with him. After growing up with Mikey, he's come accustomed to adjusting his pace so you could keep up with him.

But sometimes, he forgets...

"Ken! Slow down," you called softly, speeding up so you could grip your towering boyfriend's arm. You heard him hum and look down at you slightly.

"Huh? Oh, sorry," he said before slowing down and looking ahead once more. For a bit, he slowed down and kept in pace with you but he soon enough sped up again.

"Ken," you said gently once more, tugging on his arm softly.

Ken looked down once more with a hum before he stopped in his tracks. You watched as he crouched down. "Get on my back," he said simply. You blinked and tilted your head at him. "If you can't keep up, ride on my back," Draken sighed, looking at you from over his shoulder.

He didn't see what the big deal was. He had done this for Mikey plenty of times.

"Are you sure I wo-"

"You won't be too heavy," Draken quickly silenced your worries. "Now hurry up and get on, my back's getting sore being bent over like this."

You bit your lip before slowly climbing onto Draken's back, holding his shoulders gently and allowing him to grip your thighs. Your grip tightened as he stood and you allowed yourself to relax against his back.

𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚒 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊

Shuji is the type to completely forget about how your small legs affect the way you walk until he's impatiently waiting for you to keep up with his long ass strides.

You frown as you see Shuji impatiently tapping his foot as he leaned on the closet telephone pole. This is how it always went. Shuji would unknowingly speed ahead of you, remember he had left you behind and wait for you like a bratty toddler, as if it was your fault.

"Come on babe," he scoffed lightly, nudging you as you finally reached him. "Keep up."

"Or you could slow the fuck down," you snapped, pushing your shoulder against his arm semi roughly.

Your snap caused Shuji to smirk at you. "There's my girl," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "You want me to slow down?" he observed after you give him a sharp glare. "Fine, but only for you."

But it never lasted. He would always wander ahead and wait for you, just like before.

𝙷𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚒

Koko has no idea that you're falling behind unless you actually say something about it. He's for sure gotten to the place you're walking to way before you and been super confused at to where you went.

"Where'd you go?" Koko asked, a look of confusion on his face when you finally reached him. You were panting like a madwoman, hands on your knees as you hunched over.

"Fuck... you," you panted, raising a shaking finger and pointing it at Koko.

"I'm sure you're right, but why?" Koko shrugged, cocking an eyebrow at your out of breath figure.

"I stopped to tie my damn shoe, then I look up and you're lanky ass is gone!" you exclaim, a vein popping from your forehead. "It's bad enough I can hardly keep up with you normally!"

"You can hardly keep up with me?" Koko asked, his eyes going wide before a smirk made its way to his face. "Those little legs of yours have a hard time keeping up with me?" He smirked and leaned down to your level.

"Don't test me right now, Kokonoi," you snapped. "I'll gnaw on your damn ankles."

Koko cringed at your words. "You're weird," he said with a crinkle of his nose.

"Would you rather I tell everyone how you kissed Seishu?" you threatened, grinning when a look of fear flashed on Koko's face.

"I told you that in confidence!" he exclaimed. "You wouldn't dare." He narrowed his eyes at you threateningly.

"Leave me behind again and I will."

𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

You never get left behind and hardly ever have to run to keep up with Kakucho. He's aware you have a hard time keeping up with him and adjusts his pace so you can keep up.

"Need me to slow down?" Kakucho asked, reaching around you to hold your waist. "Am I going too fast?"

"Hm?" You look up at your boyfriend. He tucks you against his side, slowing his pace to your average speed. "No, I'm fine," you hum, leaning into his side. "You know you don't actually walk that fast."

"I don't?" he asked, looking down at you.

"Not as quickly as you seem to think," you chuckled. "I bet you walk slower on purpose."

Kakucho blushed and looked away. "M-maybe," he said shyly.

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

Shinichiro absolutely knows that you can't keep up with him and 100% uses that information to his advantage. Hell, he has younger siblings, he knows people with little legs have a harder time keeping up. He likes to walk a little ahead of you, using it as an excuse to have you cling to him as you walk together. If you try and confront him about it though, he will deny it.

You huff as you walk alongside Shinichiro, your arm firmly locked with his as you walk a little faster to keep up with him.

"Hm? What's up?" he asked, looking down at you with a small but crooked smile.

"You know what's up," you accused, sending him a grumpy scowl. You directed your eyes forward, determined not to give him the satisfaction of your annoyed expression. "You do it on purpose too, don't you?"

"Do what on purpose?" Shinichiro questioned, leaning down to look at you with a confused expression. Playing dumb, like he always did.

You frown and wack at his arm. "Quit playing dumb," you scoff. "You walk fast on purpose, don't you?"

"Am I walking too fast?" Shinichiro asked, giving you a small and very fake frown. "I'm sorry."

You scowled up at him, jabbing his ribs with your finger. "Fake ass bitch," you grumbled, making him burst out laughing.

"Jesus, you're mean today," he chuckled, looking down at you. You noticed him slowing down, allowing you to walk normally.

"I'll catch you in the act one day," you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚒

Seishu is a chronically slow walker, so you hardly even have to try and keep up with him. He often stays within your walking distance and if he does go too fast, he’ll take your hand to try and make sure you stay next to him.

You look up as Seishu takes your hand. You smile at him softly, knowing what was coming as he pulls you a bit farther. You sped up a bit as he walked in his full strides.

“You okay, hun?” you asked softly, noticing his quickening pace.

“Hm? Yeah,” Seishu responded, his grip on your hand tightening.

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astraysimp · 5 months

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Mini Minho

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hi besties! I bring more dad!skz! Hehehhe enjjooyyyyyy

⌦ .｡.:*♡: Summary: Reader surprises Minho at the studio with their baby, and some cuteness ensues, (imagine your baby also looks like baby Minho)

⌦ .｡.:*♡ Warnings: dad!Minho, fluff, the bandmates being the sweetest uncles, fem!reader, your son Min-Jun is 10 months old, pet names (for reader and baby Min Jun), you and Minho raise Min Jun bilingually(Eng and Korean)

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It was Wednesday morning and Minho had already left for dance practice, to nail the routines for this new comeback. Comeback season was always busy.

You were in bed, scrolling on your phone before you heard whimpers coming from your baby monitor. “Looks like my Jun-ie is awake.” You smiled to yourself and got out of bed making your way to his nursery. Opening the door, you saw Min Jun standing in his crib, holding on to the side bars. “Oh good morning, my sweet boy. Are you waiting for eomma?” You smiled and picked him up out of his crib, holding him on your hip. Min Jun let out giggles and nuzzled himself into your chest, a true mommy’s boy. “Does my precious Junnie want breakfast,hm?” You giggled and kissed his forehead, making your way downstairs to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, you put Min Jun in his high chair and set out some food for the kitties. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori, breakfast time.” You called out, hearing the pitter patter of their paws coming. Turning back to Min Jun you smiled, kissing his cheeks and setting a chair in front of his high chair. “How would my baby like some peaches, hm? Boksung-a meogeullae?” You smiled, holding a slice of peach out to him, as he made grabby hands. “My hungry boy is so smart, hm?” You giggled, eating your own breakfast, watching as he happily ate the peaches. “ Min Jun-a, boksung-a, massisseoyo? Is it yummy?” You smiled, wiping some juice from his cheeks, as he giggled and clapped his hands. Soon enough, you were both done eating and you washed the dishes, deciding today would be a good day to surprise Minho at the studio. You picked up Min Jun from his high chair and made your way up to his nursery, to change him.

Once you were in his nursery, you laid him on his changing table and changed his nappy, before picking out an outfit for him. The weather was chilly, so you went with a sweater, jeans,hat and little converse. Changing him into his outfit, you picked him up and bounced him in your arms. “Waaahhhh, my big boy. Nae agiineun jeongmal gwiyeopne,” you cooed, kissing all over his face as he giggled. Making it into your room, you sat him on your bed, so you could change–decing to wear a hoodie, jeans, converse and a vest with a hat. “Mommy needs to change ,huh? Appareul wihae yeppeo boyeoya hae.” You smiled before changing, letting Min Jun play on your phone.

Once you were changed and had a baby bag ready , you picked Min Jun up, and walked downstairs. “Let’s go see daddy, yeah? Ga-ja!” You smiled, hearing him clap and giggle. Grabbing the stroller, you set it in the kitchen, gently setting him in it and laying a blanket over him. “ Is my Junnie excited to see daddy and his uncles?!” You smiled, hearing him giggle and clap more, waving at the kitties.You grabbed your keys and made your way to the door, a giggling Min Jun kicking his feet in the stroller. Locking the door, you pushed the stroller, singing to Min Jun as you made your way to the car. “나비야 나비야.이리 날아 오너라,노랑나비 흰 나비.춤을 추며 오너라.봄바람에 꽃잎도.방긋방긋 웃으며.참새도 짹짹짹.노래하며 춤춘다.” You sang, making it to your car as you locked the stroller. Opening the back door, you gently lifted Min Jun out and set him in his car seat, buckling him in. “Can mommy have a kiss? Eomma-ga kiseu-hal su issnayo, Jun Jun?” You smiled, pinching his cheek as he puckered his lips, pressing them to yours. “ Gomawoya!” You smiled , pressing a kiss to his head, before closing the door and loading the stroller and baby bag into the trunk.

Getting into the driver's seat, you turned the ignition on, buckling your seat beat and backed out of the driveway. You started to drive, hearing min Jun giggling from his spot in his car seat. “ Is Jun Jun excited.” You smiled, making a left turn. It was only a 15 minute drive, thankfully. Continuing on your drive, you quietly sang more songs for Min Jun, as he played with his toys. Min Jun eventually ended up falling asleep, causing you to laugh to yourself. “ Sleepy boy, my sleepy Junnie.” You smiled, making another turn. 15 minutes later, you arrived at the building, spotting Minho’s car and parking next to it. Quietly, you turned the ignition off and got out. Grabbing the stroller from the trunk, you slung the baby bag over your shoulder, opening the door where Min Jun’s car seat was. “Ssssh, shh shhh, Junnie.” You cooed, gently unbuckling him and lifting him up , to set him in his car seat. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, before sliding a pacifier in his mouth. “Let’s see daddy, baby.”

Making your way inside the building, you scanned your keycard and went to the elevator. You knew they’d be on floor three–where studios and practice rooms were. So, pushing the stroller into the elevator, you push the 3 button, sliding the stroller back and forth so as to not wake Min Jun up. Smiling to yourself, you pulled your phone out, seeing a text from Minho, saying he missed you– but, boy was he in for a surprise. Humming to yourself, you waited for the elevator to ding, signaling your arrival on your desired floor. Luckily, it only took about 3 minutes. Hearing the ding, you waited for the doors to open, before you pushed the stroller out. Then you made your way down the hall, searching for them.

You could hear them before you could see them, hearing the playful bickering, laughing and chatter. You smiled and approached the door. Min Jun was still sound asleep, as you pushed the door open. “Hello?” You heard Chan and Jeongin ask , turning to see you. “Wah! Ynnie! What are you doing here?” Chan had asked pulling you into a hug. “Yah, SH! He’s sleeping.” You smiled, hugging him back. “Me and Junnie wanted to surprise Minho, though.” You smiled, hugging a smiling Jeongin who was playfully messing with Min Jun’s hands. “They're so small, so cute! But, nice to see you Ynnie! Minho hyung is in the bathroom.” He smiled, placing a kiss to the top of your head. All of a sudden, Han, Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin were racing over, to see the baby. “Hi love! How are you?” Felix smiled, side hugging you. “I’m good, Lix. Min Jun’s a handful, like his daddy.” You giggled, seeing them play with Min Jun’s hands and feet–in a cute way. Hyunjin, Han and Seungmin all greeted you, giving you hugs and the usual. “Let him wake up on his own, I don’t want a cranky baby.” You warned, seeing Min Jun wiggling in his stroller. “ Yeah we don’t either. He’s like Minho hyung, and one Minho hyung is already enough,” Han giggled. Minho was making his way out of the bathroom, confused by all the commotion. “ What’s going on? Who’s here?” He asked, seeing his members gathered around and cooing.

Then it hit him. “Wah wah, aish. Move over.” He urged, squeezing his way to press a kiss to your lips. “ Hi jagi. What brings you here?” He smiled, pulling you into his side. “ Me and Junnie wanted to surprise you,” you smiled, pecking his lips. “Waaah, my babies. Is he asleep?” All of a sudden, you heard him crying, signaling that Min Jun woke up. Hurriedly, Minho rushed and picked him up out of his stroller. “ Oh oh ooohh, ssssshhh Junnie. Appa-ga yeogi isseoyo. Uljima.” he cooed, rocking Min Jun in his arms before turning to his bandmates. “Yah! Who woke him up?” He deadpanned, as they all shook their heads, and tried to make Min Jun laugh. “ None of us! We didn’t wake him,” they all replied, as you gently put the pacifier back in his mouth. Kissing his and Minho’s cheeks you smiled. “It’s okay, my baby. Gwaenchana, ul-ji-ma.” You rubbed his back, hearing his crying die down. Minho smiled and kissed the top of Min Jun’s head, as he gripped on Minho’s shirt. “ Awww, does my baby want to dance?” He smiled, turning to sit on the floor , facing the mirror wall.

Sitting on the floor beside them, you smiled seeing Minho hold Min Jun up between his legs. “ Wah just like your daddy? Do you like dancing?” You smiled, as the others sat on the floor as well. “Wah, he really is a mini Minho,” Seungmin laughed. “Maybe, he’ll take your place hyung,” jeongin laughed. Giggling, you smiled and watched as Min Jun was bouncing on his legs. Minho laughed, “ Yah, I know he’s just like me.” He smiled as Hyunjin spoke, “ is he cranky and mean like you too?” Laughing you, flicked him on the head as Minho rolled his eyes. “ No! But he’s so smart and nice and loves cuddling his eomma and appa, right Jun Jun-ah?” Minho smiled, kissing the top of his head. Giggling, Min Jun clapped his hands. “I take that as a yes,” you and Minho smiled, as the other boys interacted with your baby. Jeongin dancing with him, Felix and Han playing peek-a-boo, Chan playing airplane,Seungmin chasing Min Jun around as he crawled.

You and Minho smiled, lovingly kissing each other. “I love you, jagi,” he smiled. Cuddling into his side, you smiled. “I love you too, yeobo.” Watching his bandmates play with Min Jun, you all decided that practice could wait. I mean, who would turn down playing with an adorable mini version of Minho. Eventually, you all ate lunch, and took a nap–yes, on the floor of the practice room. Minho cuddling you as Min Jun slept on your chest.

You made a good decision to surprise Minho that day

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chronicdisasterwrites · 7 months

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i’d keep you company in the dark

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre + warnings: - ANGST but FLUFFY ending!! jjk movie spoilers!! happens after the ending of jjk-0, death, sad gojo, kisses.

word count: 1,672

authors note: this was a request by my lovely @daisy-the-quake <3 it's a song-fic, inspired by the song "peaches” by grandson x k.flay

enjoy <3

Your eyes shoot open as you lie still and unmoving. The blinking red light of the clock on your bedside table indicates midnight. Yet another nightmare, about the same thing. It starts with you standing face-to-face with Suguru. His face twisted with the sneer he had on when he came to the school to announce his plan; "The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons". You try to move but you can’t. You try to talk to him, try to convince him to listen to reason, but nothing comes out. He laughs, then it shifts and his laughing transitions into an irksome drone coming out of his ajar mouth. It turns into an incessant buzzing growing exponentially until it’s so loud you can’t see, think, or feel anything. And then the noise stops completely and you’re standing in the sky looking down at Satoru standing in an arena, alone, with a horde of shadows surrounding him. They all make their way toward him like ants capturing a crystal of sugar. You don't do anything. You don’t move or scream or fight. You feel like you don't even exist. Just when the shadows are about to swallow him whole does he look up at you, with hollow eyes and no will to survive.

The hammering of raindrops against your windows could’ve also been a factor, but the sweat on your face and the drumming of your heart indicate otherwise. Taking a few deep breaths you try to normalize your heartbeat. It was exhausting, having the same nightmare over and over again. Ever since Suguru died, all your dreams seemed to be about the same thing. Then you imagine, how Satoru must be feeling. You fall back into reality and realize Satoru’s side of the bed was abandoned. It had been a few days since Suguru died, and since then Satoru had been acting strangely. You never asked him straight up if he was okay, because you know he wasn’t. Of course, he wasn’t. So you tried to show him you were there if he wanted to talk, but he always laughed it off and changed the subject without showing a moment’s weakness. He was acting like nothing happened and life was just fine and dandy. The dream you had fills your mind with thoughts of Satoru losing his mind to the grief of losing his best friend and trudging down a path from which he could never return. You couldn't help him in your dream. Instead, you just stood there watching him get consumed by his demons. You bolt out of bed to look for him. He wasn’t in the apartment you both shared, so you made a guess and decided to trust your gut. You take your keys, wear a raincoat, take an umbrella, shove your phone in your pocket, and make your way to Jujutsu Tech.

Parking your motorcycle in front of the steps of the school you see him sitting on the steps, head downturned and raindrops ricocheting off his Infinity. Once you start climbing the steps, does he lift his head to give you a small smile, tired and sullen, not at all like his genuine smile.

You sigh and sit next to him, shoulders touching and legs brushing. Your face was half-covered by the hood of the raincoat but some raindrops still fell on your nose and exposed hands. Hearing the familiar buzz of Satoru’s Infinity, you look up and watch the raindrops slide down around you, making you feel like you were encased in a snow globe. The pattering of raindrops sounded muted and you felt safe and protected from the terrors of the world. So, this is how Satoru feels?

“What brings you here?”

You remove your hood and look into his dull eyes. Shrugging, you reply with a tender voice, “I couldn’t find you so I figured you’d be here.”

Satoru huffs, looking away and linking his hands together over his knees, “I’m fine before you ask.”

Gojo Satoru was a complex human being. Sometimes people tend to forget he is a human being, thanks to his charisma, strength, and holier-than-thou attitude. But that’s all he was; a human being, blessed burdened with the strength of a God. The ever-present smile on his dazzling face makes you forget that he’s not a shiny person. But when his eyes dim and his smile falls in the dark of the night when a million eyes aren’t on him you realize just how bruised and battered he is.

You release a tired breath. He thinks he’s all alone in this world. He thinks no one can ever help him with anything because no one is as strong as him. The world always revolved around him, his strength, his power, his name. No one could ever equal him, so he believes it’s only fair for him to carry his burdens and sorrows on his own.

“Y’know Satoru…” He glances at you and quirks a thin, silver eyebrow. You stare ahead, picking at the skin around your nails.

“You’re not alone. As much as you want to believe you are, you aren’t. So, if you aren’t gonna let me in, that’s fine. Just- please let yourself feel without putting on a front.”

You hear him exhale and watch him hang his head down from your peripheral vision.

“What’s the point?” He mutters under his breath. The only reason you could hear him at all was because his Infinity dulled the noise in the outside world.

This time you stare at his downturned head and you can’t stop yourself from speaking, “What’s the point? The point is that you don’t have to do this alone. You don’t have to hurt alone. I want you to share your pain with me! Yeah sure, you can get through this alone. You can shove it under the rug, but just this once, don’t be the strongest. Just let me hurt with you, let’s get through this together. Please, Satoru.”

He lifts his head and stares you straight in your eyes. You know how much he’s hurting. His world turned upside down and everything changed. He had to watch his friend plummet into the darkness and he had to be the one to deliver the final blow. His heart is shattered and you’re scared there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. The only thing you can do is be by his side and try to pick up his broken pieces.

He exhales a shaky breath as his eyes glisten like a dewdrop on a blade of grass, “Can we get through this?”

You reach out your hand and move a couple of strands of his hair from his vision. You let your hand lie against his warm cheek and he lets his eyes shut, “I know everything went to shit. But it’s not permanent, Satoru. I don’t know if things will get better, but we can only hope, right?”

He takes your hand in his own and runs his thumb over your knuckles.

“Yeah. We can only hope.”

He sighs and stares at your hand, “I miss him.”

“I know…”

You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back. It’s dark, except for a few streetlights. You think he’d enjoy a piece of cake or something sweet right about now. You open your mouth to ask him when he beats you to it, “Things won’t be the same.”

Your mouth hangs open and you wait as he continues speaking, “It might get better, it might get worse. Honestly? It doesn’t matter. We can’t really afford to be optimistic with a life like ours.” He lets out a humorless laugh. Looking at you, he gives you a gentle smile and leans forward to kiss your forehead. He lingers there for a quiet moment as the rain serenades you both.

“We’ll get through this.”

You love him so much. Looking at his beautiful, weary face, you smile and leave a chaste kiss on his lips. Stealing another kiss, he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, “I love you, y’know that?”

Smiling, you stand and give him your hand, “Yeah, I love you too.”

He holds your hand and stops you on your way down the stairs, “Hey…I'm sorry for being selfish. I know you’re hurting too. I don’t want you to think I don't notice that.”

Turning back to look at him, you caress his knuckles with your thumb, “It's okay, Satoru-”

“No, it's not.” He stands on the upper step, looking down at you with tender eyes, "D'you have another nightmare? Is that why you woke up?" He traces the dark circles under your eyes and keeps his thumb on the apple of your cheek.

You sigh and close your eyes momentarily, "Yeah..."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Your free fingers wrap around his slender wrist as you look up at his glittering, blue eyes. "Maybe later." He nods.

You both walk down the steps, your hand warm in his. By now the rain had slowed down to a soft patter. He notices the umbrella tied on the backseat of your motorcycle and quirks an eyebrow, “Why’d you bring this?”

You offer a sheepish smile and take out your keys from your pocket, “I- uh, figured you might need it. I thought you’d deactivate your Infinity and sit in the rain or something… So y’know I didn’t want you to waste all your energy covering us both from the rain but I guess that’s exactly what you did so it was pretty usele-”

Your rambling was immediately shut down by the press of his lips against yours. You feel him smile into the kiss and your heart feels so warm. I love him so much. Hugging you, he rests his chin on your head, “Thank you.”

You think it’s ironic how you’re shivering from the cold yet feeling so incredibly warm at the same time. He chuckles and unties the umbrella taking a seat on the backseat of your bike, “Let’s go home, yeah?”

a/n: well, after chapter 236 this sure is a knife to the heart.

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dfortrafalgar · 1 month

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Watching You In The Morning

Inspired by “Watching You In The Morning” by Waltzin

Law x Fem Reader

Warnings: fluff, kinda poetic? more narrative study than plot, more fluff

Also posted on AO3

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The rise and fall of your chest was a perfect metronome, as if you were dancing along to the patter of raindrops as they fell against the submersible’s porthole. In your deep, whimsical slumber, you would never even know of the romantic waltz your very presence exuded upon the man in the bed next to you.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Slow, methodical. His tattooed fingers dusted fleetingly across the skin of your neck, reaching out to you with reserve, with apprehension, with want. He felt himself smile, chapped lips tugging ever so slightly at his cheeks at the sight of your serenity, lost in the haze of your dreams. You were truly beautiful.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He could watch your breathing forever. He could die at the crevice of your chest, just to know that you were still inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling. To know that you were alive, that your flesh was warm with your blood, that your nerves could feel his hands against your skin, was plenty for him. He forever worshiped the ground you walked on, relishing in your every moment. Every word you spoke, every blink of your eyes, curve of your smile, every time your perfect hand fit snugly into his like a statue carved from the finest marble.

His calloused fingers traced invisible lines up your neck, towards your jaw, barely touching you enough to feel the slight fuzz of your natural facial hair. He ghosted across your dimpled skin, absorbing the heat you radiated, memorizing every cell he could touch. His eyes darted toward your lips, parted ever so slightly to breathe.

In.

Out.

When his slate-gray eyes looked back up toward yours, you were also looking back at him. You blinked in slow motion, eyes heavy with the waning of your slumber. You grinned at him, a sight that made the cold man’s heart do pierrouets, fluttering below his ribcage. Any more unbridled affection towards him would make his chest rip open in a flood of snow-white doves.

With exhaustion on your tongue, voice crackling without being used, you spoke. “Were you watching me?”

His fingers retraced their steps along your skin, landing at your collarbones where he mimicked the line of your bone. “How could I not?”

You laughed. A sound so bright, so warm, almost too warm. A sound that made his body lighter, his hair stand on end. A sound that filled his senses with yellow and violet hues, that smelled like peaches and lavender, that engulfed him in a sweet embrace of a hearth’s heat. Your laugh made the walls he had spent a decade building up crumble with vigor, chips of glass falling to the ground and shattering into irreparable pieces.

Pieces that he was starting to think did not need to be repaired.

He adjusted his body with the motion of you shuffling closer to him, nestling yourself perfectly in the crevice of his shoulder, his arms around your body, secure and safe. He smelled of cedar and ethanol, a faint tinge of gasoline and the essence of sugar. You melted like butter in his hold, paralyzed in his arms, a willing prisoner of his presence. You felt his chest rise and fall with his shallow breaths.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Your own air tickled the skin of his breast, tiny, gentle feathers in a spring breeze. Your fingers crawled along his side before looping your arm under his and pulling your body ever closer. Oh how you wished you could break the universe for just one moment, to part his atoms and truly become one with him. Even just a zeptosecond would be enough.

“If you keep thinking this hard, you might blow a fuse.” His low voice rumbled against your head.

“How did you know?” you responded, voice light and airy, lovestruck and dumb.

He released a chuckle from his throat. “I just had a feeling.”

Silence once again fell over the two of you. Save for the continuous rain that fell, a faded noise in the backdrop of the aura he surrounded you with. Washing away all worries, all fears.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

The question surprised you. It wasn’t like him to ask such silly, menial queries. Ever the pessimist, ever the analytical scientist. He lived for the truth of the world and the facts of life. He had you for the optimism and the joy for life that he lacked, a perfect balance. The Yang to his Yin.

You simply hummed. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, you felt your blood rush to your face like a flame. “Forever.”

His arms squeezed you once, then twice. He sighed, melancholy. The rain continued to fall, the vessel continued to sway monotonously on the surface of the vast, open ocean, but you stayed anchored to his bed, to his sheets, in his unmoving arms.

He smiled again. “Thank you.”

No response was followed, and no response was needed. Your breaths fanning against his skin were more than enough.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.8k] Jealous!Steve, some insecurities, bedtime softness and a kiss and make up.

Steve knew he’d fucked up when you both came home and you immediately went to the kitchen sink, up to your forearms in soapy water that was too hot, scrubbing forgotten dishes at one o’clock on a Saturday morning, heels still on, dress still hanging prettily.

Steve knew he’d really fucked up when you passed him in the living room, face impassive, heels in hand and he heard the soft patter of your bare feet on the stairs, the click of the bedroom door shutting, no goodnight kiss.

So he’d left it for a minute, maybe two, but definitely not much longer, ‘cause the little amounts of beer he’d drank didn’t do anything to numb his senses and he was already feeling guilty, shame pushing at his chest and he hated the way you were ignoring him.

He missed you already.

So he followed, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, the top four buttons already undone because it was late and still too warm, and the taxi ride home was stiff and filled with tension.

He didn't mean it. He didn’t want it to happen. In fact, he tried all night to push the ugly feeling down but bumping into your ex boyfriend mid dinner really wasn’t on his list of things to do.

It was fine and then it wasn’t, ‘cause he watched the other man deliberately wait until you were alone, walking back from the bathroom, looking real pretty, lips a perfect shade of peach. You’d looked surprised when his hand reached out to catch you, loose around your wrist but it was enough to make Steve grip his glass a little tighter.

He’d pulled you into him at the bar, arms wrapped around you a bit too familiar even after seven years apart. You smiled politely, made small talk and tried to create some space. And after a night of the other man making backhanded comments towards Steve, his job and the town you’d both chosen to make a home, Steve was at the end of his tether.

It wasn’t your fault. He knew that, Steve knew that. You had kept your hand in his through the whole thing, a small scowl puckering at the skin between your brows as your ex told you both about his shiny new car and how he was so glad he didn’t live in Hawkins anymore, and, “hey Steve, are you still babysitting?”

You had defended him with pointed words, sharp comments and your voice only turned softer when you took the time to tear your frown away from your ex and gaze at Steve instead. It kept him sane through the wine you drank at the bar and the foot you rubbed against his calf under the table during dinner put a smile back on his face.

Just for a little while. It was enough, until it wasn’t.

He hated the way the other guy decided he could touch you, how this man who was practically a stranger now had the nerve to put his hands on you, to feel like he could press himself up against you and whisper into your ear. Steve watched you press a hand flat to his chest, and he knew you weren’t doing anything, he knew it didn’t mean anything but he slammed a couple of twenties on the table and walked out the front door of the restaurant.

It wasn’t his wisest move. Neither was bumming a cigarette from the waiter who hadn’t started their shift yet. The smoke burned his lungs in a way it hadn’t since he was eighteen and stupid, but he inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled like his life depended on it.

Then you burst through the doors soon after, face flushed, lips pulled down into a worried frown and Steve felt his heart snap at the disappointed sigh you gave him upon noticing the trail of smoke coming from his lips.

He was a sight for sore eyes, too pretty to stare at for too long, hair mussed from where he’d been tugging at his angrily, white shirt sleeves rolled, top two buttons undone and lit cigarette hanging from his lips. His eyes were darker than normal, moody and hooded, lips pouted in a scowl you weren’t used to seeing and when you approached him, heels clicking on the sidewalk, he stood up a little straighter.

You knew how he felt, you knew he was annoyed but it wasn’t your fault and you tried to fix it by moving into his space, watching as he brought the cigarette away from his lips and setting his gaze on you.

You tried to push a kiss there instead, smoke and cologne and Steve in the air, but you caught his cheek instead, the very corner of his mouth ‘cause the boy moved away, turning his head and huffing.

“Steve,” you’d said, voice blunt to cover up the hurt.

“I’m not in the mood, sweetheart,” and the pet name was coated in surliness, bitter tripping from his tongue and you glared at him, silent.

You didn’t talk in the taxi, you didn’t say anything when he paid the driver and you stalked up the path to your shared apartment. You hated the way Steve stayed silent as you stood at the kitchen sink, immersing yourself in hot water and something to do and the buzz of the television flickering on made your blood simmer.

You knew your boyfriend was already regretting his actions when you walked past the living room, feeling his eyes on you as you climbed the stairs to bed. You weren’t sure what it was, if it was some kind of magic, some kind of soulmate shit, but you felt the air around you both soften, you felt the boy sigh a little more gently than before but you didn’t look back.

By the time you’d changed and crawled into bed - wearing your shirt, not Steve’s - the boy was already in the doorframe, backlit by the light downstairs. The night was blue, that bright glow from the moon making the sky a deep navy, each of the sparse clouds a different shade of purple.

You had your back to him, rolled over into the corner of the mattress, face turned to the open window, summer breeze picking at the baby hairs that fell across your forehead.

You were awake and he knew that, your chest falling and rising too quickly, an anger and frustration there that he caused and he hated it. He stepped into the room, hands shoved into his trouser pockets like a young boy ready for a scolding.

“Baby.”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Harrington.”

Steve winced, the use of his surname lacking the usual lightness and teasing it normally held when you said it. He sighed, not exasperated, just tired, ‘cause the clock was flashing and it told him it was just past two in the morning and he wanted nothing more than to wrestle out of his stupid shirt and crawl into bed with you.

He unbuttoned his shirt with lazy fingers, shuffling out of the cotton and letting it pool on the floor next to his trousers, your heels and dress.

You hadn’t relegated him to the sofa just yet, but Steve knew he wouldn’t sleep nearly half as well as he normally did if you shied away from him all night. He wanted you in his arms, head on his chest, his arms around your waist and his nose pressed into your hair.

He murmured your name instead, a soft, fond sound that was a million miles away from his moodiness an hour ago. Steve inched across the mattress to you, movements slow in case you decided to turn around and shove him away.

But you didn’t move at all.

So he kept going, shuffling underneath the duvet, holding back a noise of contentment as he was greeted with the warmth from your body and the perfume you wore when you were going out somewhere nice. The pillows smelled like your mango shampoo, the soft cotton detergent you used on the sheets.

“Baby,” he tried again, one hand on your waist, the bridge of his nose pressed to the curve of your neck. “Baby.”

He tugged at you a little, hand warm and wide as it spanned over your ribs and the dip in your waist, your shirt rucked messily in his palm but he didn’t dare smooth his touch over bare skin just yet. Steve moved into you, chest against your back, lips to your ear.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and you knew he was, ‘cause his voice cracked and Steve never lied, not to you. “I’m really fuckin’ sorry babe.”

You didn’t reply but you relented under his touch, wiggling against the sheets as you turned around, cheek pressed against the cool pillow and eyes levelling the boy with a stare that made his knees weak.

Steve brought his hand to your cheek instead, thumb pushing at your bottom lip, trying to smooth away your frown. His legs tangled with yours and you hated that you let him, body forgiving him before your head did.

“I got annoyed and it was stupid, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you- I shouldn’t have even let myself get mad in the first place.” Steve sighed, embarrassed as he pushed his face into your neck, hiding his soft frown and he wrapped his arms right around you. “I just really wanna nail this new job interview on Monday and he kept talking’ about his fucking promotion and I saw the way he was looking at you and fuck-”

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend at his muffled words, breath huffing hot over your neck and you pressed yourself into him, unable to stay away from the affection he was trying to give you.

“You’re so stupid.”

Steve groaned.

“Not for feeling like this, not that,” you explained, voice soft and a hand smoothing over the mess of his hair. You felt him relax under your touch. “I get it, okay? I don’t think you have any reason to feel anything other than impatience towards that poor excuse of a man but…” a kiss, one one his temple, another on his cheek. “…I’d feel the same way and it’s shitty that he made you feel like that.”

You pulled back and Steve grumbled a protest, hands chasing the skin he’d exposed as he pushed up your T-shirt, palms on the curve of your back as he pressed you back into him.

“But that doesn’t mean you get to be an asshole to me,” you jabbed a little finger into his side for good measure, smiled despite yourself when he squirmed. “I didn’t do anything to deserve the silent treatment.”

“I know, baby, I know, m’sorry,” a kiss to your neck, the soft, warm push of his lips to your pulse.

You sighed and he hummed.

Another kiss, open mouthed and to the line of your jaw, lips trailing hot across your skin, one more kiss to the corner of your mouth, testing, waiting.

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“M’your idiot, sweetheart.”

“Still an idiot no matter who you belong to,” you shot back but your voice held less heat as Steve nuzzled into you, lips loving on the column of your throat, hands getting braver as he pulled down the collar of your shirt.

“Should’ve shown him these, he might have had less to say,” Steve mumbled, sounding much more smug than he had previously as he pressed a kiss to the little marks he’d left two nights before, your chest painted with blooms of lilac and lavender.

“I take it back,” you huffed out, an almost laugh as you wiggled in his hold, “you’re a fucking caveman.”

Steve lifted his head from where he was sucking a new mark into the plush curve of your breast, more skin exposed as he tugged your collar down further.

“You bring it out in me, sweetheart,” he whispered, nose bumping against yours and the first sight of a smile finally graced his lips. It made you feel warmer, softer, knowing that he wasn’t harbouring the same hardness he’d been made to feel before. “Can’t help it. Just wanna throw you over my shoulder and keep you for myself.”

“Lucky for you, you’ve already got your club,” you smirked, eyes pinned to the old bat that was still sitting in the corner of the room, ready for whatever Hawkins wanted to spit out of the earth next.

“And you’re a comedian,” Steve snarked, but the lightness was back, his lips grazing over yours as he silently asked you for a kiss. He wasn’t above begging, and you both knew it. “Baby,” he tried again, voice a whisper.

“And you’re still in the bad books,” you shot back, but you both knew it was a lie, ‘cause your lips were parting under Steve’s, letting him take your bottom one between his, a small suck, a little bite and then you were melting together.

“Love you,” he kissed onto your lips and you breathed him in, swallowed the sound whole and kept it in your chest. It made your heart beat faster, the same way it had when he first told you four years ago. “So much.”

“I know,” you told him, voice just as soft and your words were muffled by his mouth, the boy hardly letting up on his kisses to allow you to speak but he hummed happily at your response, hands spanning the width of your back as he rolled you onto him.

You sat up, legs on either side of his hips and you gazed down at Steve with the same adoration that he stared up at you with. He was flushed from your kisses, the way you made him melt with lips, teeth and tongue, hair all mussed and eyes glassy.

You pressed your hands to his chest, a little breathless and one shirt sleeve slipping down your shoulder from your boyfriend's efforts to mark you up as much as possible.

“You know you’ve got nothing to be jealous of, right?” You spoke gently, like you were hesitant to bring back up the source of the argument but Steve nodded, hands on your thighs, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin on the inside of them.

“I know,” he murmured.

“Or insecure?” You hedged, voice even softer. “You know I love every part of you, everything you give me, everything you have, right?”

Steve melted at that, chest rising and falling with intent, a sigh of relief bursting from him as if he’d been holding his breath whilst waiting for that reassurance all night.

“Yeah?” He asked, a hand reaching up to cup at the back of your neck, thumb finding its home under your jaw, bringing your back to his lips.

He sounded braver now, a little more reassured but you kissed him with a fierceness that was meant to prove a point. It was deep and slow, languid in the way you brushed your tongue over his, the way you let his bottom lip slip from your own, only to catch it again against your top.

It took the breath from the boy and you, made you heart beat as fast as his and you smiled into him when he groaned, hips canting up in search of something only he could get.

“Baby.”

There it was again, but a whine, said like please.

“If I could have anybody, you know it would be you, don’t you?” You said it like it was obvious, and it was to everyone who knew you, but Steve held your admission in his chest like a secret, his to keep.

He nodded, eyes fond.

“Tell me you love me again,” you asked, eyes bright and hopeful like you were asking for the world, like you knew you were going to be given it.

“I love you,” Steve told you and it sounded like another apology too, hidden in the softness of his tone, buried there with the affection he held for you. “So much.”

Another kiss, pressed into him by you, chest to chest, your hands on either side of his cheeks and you held him there for a second longer than you needed to, until you were both desperate for air and each other.

“Good,” you told him with finality, “because I love you too. Just you.”

And that was that.

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primsycoldbottles · 7 months

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forever love murph for making jaina immediately stand out from others via her appearance <3 i adore the idea of gay subcultures in fantasy have their own rules yippeeee

#peach patter #jaina being a clean shaven dwarf (in a world where female dwarves also have beards and are greatly lusted after) to set her apart #is sooo much fun . esp since i just know in my heart of hearts she is so hairy every where else . i mean it <3 #i dont think any of this makes sense to someone who hasnt listened to naddpod but #murph pointing out that jaina is *by choice* beardless and 'undesirable' by dwarven standards is sooooo butch lesbo coding #i say all this not knowing if murph actually intended jaina to be a butch but she did get fucked silly by moonshine so . a win is a win

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cyberjam · 1 year

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THE ANGEL AND THE DEVIL | tangerine x reader

headcanons based off of this request on tangerine being the absolute softest boyfriend to his absolute sweetheart of a partner.

warnings - a little suggestive(?), mentions of violence

word count - 3.8k

song - no ordinary love - sade ⌁

main masterlist !!

tan - 🍊 | lem - 🍋 | you - 🍑

- HOW YOU MET -

- it's very cliché, but you two met at a café.

- it was exceedingly early in the morning.

- you usually didn't work this late (or early). your shifts were usually in the middle of the day, when the sun was shining brightly and the customers would pop in to work on their own separate projects.

- and you would've been working that shift, if a coworker of yours didn't ask you to fill in for her.

- you agreed to do it without a second thought, you were always pretty fond of helping people out whenever they needed it.

- just to see them smile in relief or to hear them praise you for being a 'saint' always made you feel warm inside.

- the harsh rainfall that occurred outside didn't bother you a single bit. you enjoyed the rain more than sunny weather, just the sound of the repeated pitter-patter beating against the window like an angelic tune soothed you like no other.

- you didn't really expect anyone to come into the coffee shop this early in the day, especially with how harsh the weather was. so, you were rather surprised to see a regular customer and what you assumed was his counterpart, enter the shop.

- lemon had become a regular after trying a slice of banoffee pie.

- you liked his name, you thought it was sort of silly to see such an intimidating man rock a name like lemon.

- you expressed your love of his name to him one day and he ended up giving you a nickname himself.

- "lemon, hi! it's so nice to see you. - 🍑

- "mornin', peach. this's ma twin brotha', tangerine." - 🍋

- you didn't admit it out loud but as soon as you made eye contact with him, you felt your stomach erupt like a volcano and your cheeks started to get warm at the sight of him.

- "hello! s'nice to meet you." - 🍑

- tangerine paused for a moment before gently nodding at you.

- to say he was caught off-guard by your gorgeous smile and kind eyes would be an understatement.

- he felt robbed.

- he went his entire life without knowing who you were and now that he's seen you he doesn't want to look away.

- you captivated him to say the least.

- "im guessing you'll have the regular?" - 🍑

- "yeah, but make it double." - 🍋

- as you were fixing their order, lemon and tangerine engaged in a small convo.

- "thas' peach, yeah?" - 🍊

- "yeah, real sweetheart'. makes the best banoffee pie. next time we come you outta try it." - 🍋

- tangerine only hummed as he kept his eyes focused on you. he couldn't really understand why you were so captivating to him.

- your aura was just so...soft and alluring.

- and your voice was simply just enchanting.

- it made him sick.

- he just met you, and there barely was any introduction.

- he shouldn't feel so…..entranced by you.

- he doesn't want to feel this way about you.

- just one look at you and he could tell that you were the type of person to burst into tears if someone even slightly raised their voice at you.

- how pathetic.

- you weren't soft or alluring to him. no.

- you were weak.

- he felt pity for you if anything.

- there was just no possible way he could be attracted to someone so...feeble.

- right? ..

- THE CRUSHING STAGE -

- he'd constantly tell himself that you're just some pathetic cafe worker, that held no importance to him.

- yet he can't seem to find the will to stay away from you.

- ever since he saw you behind that counter for the first time, an unfamiliar flutter started to thrash around in his chest and stomach.

- that feeling that he hated oh so much, only came around when he saw you.

- he despised you for it.

- but he also despised himself for not putting a stop to his visits.

- he could've easily gotten lemon to start picking up their orders once again, but then that meant he wouldn't be able to see you.

- and the urge to see you was too strong for him to resist.

- his thoughts would constantly scold and taunt him as he'd make his way to the cafe you worked at.

- his mind was telling him no, and saying that he should stay away from you. but his heart and body were screaming at the top of their lungs. begging and pleading to be around you.

- even if it was just for a small fleeting moment.

- sooner or later, you began to notice a spike in visits from tangerine.

- usually it'd just be lemon.

- but after you met tangerine, you started to see the both of them.

- and then it eventually just became tangerine.

- even though you missed the playful banter you and lemon would have, being able to see tangerine nearly everyday had to have been one of the sweetest treats you've ever received.

- tangerine was a bit more gaudy than the men you usually took an interest in.

- he was a rude and violent individual.

- there'd even be certain times where you'd cringe whenever he'd enter the shop.

- with the way he spoke to people you'd think he was completely nullified of any type of manners or emotions besides anger.

- until he started interacting with you.

- he'd talk to a random customer like this:

- "just grab ya fuckin' donut and go, ya cunt." - 🍊

- but as soon as he arrived at the counter and made eye-contact with you, his entire demeanor would change.

- " hey, how ya doin', love?" - 🍊

- his tone was completely different and his deeply furrowed eyebrows that were usually partnered with an annoyed frown were now nowhere to be found.

- it always made you feel more giddy than usual to see him turn on such a sweet persona for you.

- the interactions between you two were always fairly quick.

- greet each other, give him his order, and then send him off with a friendly wave and shy smile.

- it was a rather simple exchange, but it never failed to make your heart flutter.

- after a short while you'd start writing encouraging words on their to-go cups with a cute little animation on the side, hoping to brighten their day.

- have the best day today!! ♡ৎ(˶ ⍤ ˶)

- see you next time. this one was made with extra love! ૮ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ა

- i loved that tie you wore last time! blue looks nice on you. ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

- i hope lemon is doing well, i don't see much of him anymore. tell him i said hi. (๓´͈ ˘ '͈๓)

- on a particularly empty day in the cafe, tangerine decided to approach you about the sweet messages you wrote.

- "if i didn' know any better i'd think you were flirting wit' me." - 🍊

- you were embarrassed, because in a way you were.

- "i just thought encouraging words could be a helpful pickup for you." - 🍑

- before tangerine could reply, a man quickly rushed to the cash register that you were in front of and started shouting at you.

- "i told ya' 'm 'n a fuckin' rush! stop yer goddamn chit-chat and make my fuckin' order ya lazy harlot." - #!

- you were embarrassed. it wasn't the first time someone had talked to you like that, but the man said that in-front of your favorite customer, a person that you had taken a romantic liking to.

- "ah, im so sorry, sir. i-." - 🍑

- but before you could even finish your sentence, tangerine had already grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and had his face smushed against the counter top.

- you jumped back in shock, letting out a little yelp of fear as you brought your hands up to cover your mouth.

- "apologize to the lady and i won't beat ya' to a bloody pulp." - 🍊

- his voice was eerily calm as he held the man against the countertop.

- his eyes were blown wide open, a burning ferociousness present in his irises as he held the man against the countertop.

- "i-im sorry. please, jus' let me go." -#!

- the man's voice cracked and drool dribbled from his mouth as he was being held against the counter top. his once pale skin started to turn pink as he pathetically whimpered out apologies.

- tangerine looked towards you, his once burning gaze softening at your frightened stature.

- "you accept 'is apology?" - 🍊

- you froze before quickly nodding, afraid that if you spoke up, you'd stutter.

- that's all it took before tangerine released the man. his hands that were once forcing the perpetrator against the countertop were now fixing the cuffs on his suit.

- the stranger didn't even look at your face once he was released from tangerines hold, he immediately ran out of the cafe, leaving his money and food behind. (as well as a bit of dignity. if he had any left)

- tangerine grabbed a napkin that was nearby and wiped the drool off the counter, he even started picking up cups and stray napkins that fell off the counter top from the aggressive dispute.

- "you-um, you didn't have to do that." - 🍑

- he paused in his steps and stared at you for a brief moment.

- having him look so deeply into your eyes made you weak in the knees and slightly fearful of what his next move could be, in that moment you simply regretted speaking.

- "and just let 'em talk to you like that?" - 🍊

- he scoffed before shaking his head, throwing the used tissues away and leaning against the counter top to get closer to you.

- you lightly flinched as he reached his hand towards your face which made him 'tsk' at your jumpiness before cupping your cheek and wiping away a stray tear.

- "pretty girls like you don't deserve to be treated that way." - 🍊

- you didn't even realize that you were leaning into his touch until he brought his hand away.

- "have a g'day, peach." - 🍊

- you were awestruck at the events that occurred in the past 5 minutes, but as soon as you were able to recollect yourself you had decided then and there that you would show your appreciation for him the next time he came.

- and what better way to show your appreciation for someone other than baking them a tasty dessert?

- even though tangerine seems like the type of person to not like sugary things, you still ended up looking for a sweet treat to make him.

- and after some research you decided on making him a sizable amount of tangerine pudding. (in homage to his name.)

- you went to work earlier than usual to get started on your little project.

- the thought of making a new dessert that you've never tried to make before thrilled you, but the thought of making it as an appreciation gift for someone made it much more exhilarating and meaningful.

- it took a while to make it, but after a few failed attempts and small breaks to gather yourself, you had accomplished your goal of making one of the most perfect tangerine puddings imaginable.

- you were so happy and proud with your work, your excitement was almost able to erase any type of nerves you had.

- after admiring your work for a small moment you took a glance towards the clock and noticed how it was getting closer and closer to the time he'd usually arrive.

- once you fixed their usual order and put the pudding in the mini fridge under the counter that you were at, you patiently waited for tangerine.

- you didn't have to wait long, because just like clockwork, tangerine entered into the shop at the same time he usually did, looking as dashing as usual.

- you waved at him with a giddy smile, he returned a small genuine smile of his own while adjusting the lapels on his suit.

- "g'morning tan! i-uh, i made something special for you. i wanted to thank you for sticking up for me yesterday. i really appreciate it..." - 🍑

- you slid his usual order over to him before grabbing the pudding out of the mini fridge and setting it in front of him.

- "i don't know if you like sweet things, but i made you a tangerine flavored pudding." - 🍑

- tangerine couldn't help but let his once small smile grow into a wide grin.

- "really? you made all this for me?" - 🍊

- you nodded, biting your bottom lip to contain your excitement. (if only you knew how cute you looked to him.)

- he was about to bring the spoon up to his lips, but stopped himself before he could consume any.

- " do ya' wanna sit and enjoy it wit' me?" - 🍊

- "oh, i couldn't. im still on my shift and the reason i made it was for you to enjoy!" - 🍑

- "it won't be much of a treat if i don' have you there to enjoy it wit' me. 'ow bout i come back after your shift?" - 🍊

- "that...that would be great, yeah." - 🍑

- "good. until then, peach." - 🍊

- THE DATING STAGE -

- He has a very small and limited amount of tolerance for people.

- until it comes to you.

- Then he all of a sudden has all of the time and patience in the world.

- You could be drunkenly rambling about absolutely nothing and he'll just fondly look at you while gently rubbing your back, softly humming in agreement as if he understands anything you're saying.

- He adores taking you shopping.

- Just seeing you light up whenever you see a pretty dress or a stunning piece of jewelry will make him whip out his credit card at the speed of light.

- "ya' like that dress, bun? go try it on." - 🍊

- he'll make a whole day out of spoiling you.

- he'll sit back and sip champagne while you try on the most extravagant outfits that are made out of the finest material from all around the world.

- "get whateva' ya' want, sweets'." - 🍊

- tangerine also really enjoys picking out your outfits. especially for date night.

- he'll make sure you look nothing less than extravagant on your fancy dinner dates.

- he sometimes likes to match outfits, not too often though, it kinda throws him off and he simply just doesn't want to be that kind of couple.

- he'll only 'match' with you if it's solid colors. like black, blue, white/cream. nothing too bright or flashy.

- ladybug jokes around and often says tangerine's your sugar daddy.

- small side note, tangerine absolutely hates the dynamic you and ladybug have.

- ladybug and you have built a nice friendship over the years. you don't see him often, so whenever you do it's always a treat.

- tangerine would've already cut ladybugs arms off long ago, but you were always so pleased to see ladybug whenever you could, and how could he possibly strip you of something that brings you so much joy?

- ladybug is annoyingly spared...

- for now.

- you have caught tangerine on a couple occasions, casually slipping jewelry off of people and then offering it to you, in which you give him a disapproving look with your arms crossed.

- "it would suit you more, dove." - 🍊

- "tan, please go give that woman her bracelet back. i already have 4 just like that." - 🍑

- he'll glumly give the woman her bracelet back and tell her 'she dropped it' but you both know the truth.

- omg, any present that you give him will make him practically melt inside.

- he'll always amp up the gifts you give him, even if it's something he doesn't particularly like or care for.

- "what? you got this fa' me? love, ya' shouldn' have." - 🍊

- whole time it's an itchy ugly sweater that you saw while casually shopping.

- he'll never wear it on his own accord unless you ask him too. then he absolutely will, and he'll wear it with pride.

- why? because his baby got it for him.

- and lemon absolutely adores you more than anything.

- he treats you like his own little sister.

- he'll coddle you like you're the most fragile porcelain in the entire world.

- he gives the best bear hugs ever. he always holds you so tight, it's like being embraced by a warm, soft, cloud.

- lemon has an awful habit of casually barging into you and tangerines apartment without warning.

- let's just say, you and tangerine have learned to keep your intimate moments in the bedroom and lemon has learned to announce his arrival 3 minutes in advance through the phone.

- you and lemon tend to have long and deep meaningful conservations pretty often. you'll try to include tangerine and get his input on some things but he'll never interject.

- mainly, because he's still struggling to be vulnerable with the people he loves. it's a slow process but he's steadily getting there with the help of the two most important people in his life. :)

- you and lemon will talk about any and everything under the sun, from sports, to cooking shows, to disneyland, to funny little memories you've had in the past...basically everything!

- there's never a dull moment between you two.

- but along with being tangerines twin brother and growing up with him, they have some of the same characteristics.

- they both are extremely over protective of you.

- a few examples...

- ladybug says a joke out of hand while tangerine isn't around?

- he's getting a hard stare from lemon, that's partnered with a passive aggressive statement, and a warning pat on the shoulder.

- "oi, watch ya' mouth, yeah?" - 🍋

- you're walking to the grocery store and someone roughly bumps into you?

- lemon will grab them by their shoulders before turning them towards you and asking telling them to apologize.

- some sleazy dirtbag is hitting on you?

- lemon is pulling tangerine off of his bloody unconscious body.

- all in all you basically have two bodyguards.

- theyre both very protective of you, especially tangerine.

- if you ever came home with cuts or bruises because someone assaulted you, he would absolutely see nothing but red.

- he loves you, but there couldn't be enough begging and pleading in the world from you that would stop him from unleashing his wrath on whoever hurt you.

- even if it was just a shitty family member who got too drunk, tangerine doesn't care.

- he'd clean you up first, run a bath for you, wash your hair, and even order food for you. he'll really hold and comfort you like no tomorrow.

- but once he knows you've fallen fast asleep and you show no signs of waking up anytime soon... he's getting himself dressed to go on a personal mission of his own.

- even with lemon and tangerines protection, they worry about you when they're not there.

- which is why they taught you how to defend yourself.

- every other saturday or so, tangerine (sometimes along with lemon) will teach you how to defend yourself.

- it's a pretty grueling process, even when they go easy on you.

- "cmon' you're not hurtin' anyone with those pillow punches, darling. now, again. hit me." - 🍊

- "i-no. i don't wanna hurt you, tan." - 🍑

- "love, if ya' wanna be strong and able to defend yaself', ya have to train." - 🍊

- he says it so softly too :(

- he's always so gentle with you, it doesn't matter the situation or circumstance.

- if you're non-confrontational, he will bring certain things to your attention in the calmest way possible.

- he'll never address you aggressively or maliciously call you out of your name. he'd sooner die than treat you like he treats everyone else.

- it's honestly why arguments between you two don't happen often.

- you two get into disagreements sometimes but they've never led to shouting, storming out on each other, or throwing things out of anger.

- if you cry during one he will immediately drop it, doesn't matter what it's about, it couldn't have been that important.

- "no, no, no, dove. don't cry, m'sorry. please, don't cry," - 🍊

- he absolutely hates seeing you cry.

- it's like someone reached in his chest and physically tore his heart out and stomped on it infront of him. (a bit dramatic, but that's how he feels)

- he feels terrible.

- even if you're an overly-sensitive person and cry about nearly everything under the sun, he will still feel bad about making you cry.

- he never wants you to shed tears because of him. unless it's out of pleasure or pure happiness.

- and if someone else makes you cry?

- they will absolutely get the beating of a lifetime.

- there have been times random men have said incredibly rude things to you while tangerine was lingering around.

- it ends badly for them every time.

- it truthfully doesn't matter who it is.

- if tangerine even gets the slightest hint that you were upset by something someone said, he's making sure they're getting pulled out of the establishment in a stretcher.

- he tries his best not to bring his normally hot-headed attitude around you, but sometimes people are able to press just the right buttons that get him all riled up and now he's on edge.

- you can always tell when he's on edge.

- he's a bit more aggressive when he does mundane tasks and he's quietly cursing under his breath while roughly running his hands through his hair.

- "stupid cunt, he's lucky i ain' shoot 'em in front of 'is wife and kids." - 🍊

- and he's doing the dishes...^

- over time you've learned how to easily and quickly calm him down from his little tantrums.

- there are many different ways you could go about calming him down, but the easiest and most effective way is just beckoning him to come lay down on the couch/bed with you and giving him a head rub.

- little moments where you can just relax and hold each other are his all time favorites.

- you have a very comforting smell and presence that just immediately draws him to you.

- sometimes if his missions last longer than he'd like them to, he'll sneak one of your favorite bottles of perfume in his suit jacket.

- he won't use it, he'll just smell the inside of his jacket, it makes him feel comforted, like you're right next to him.

- but missions are always hard, it's just something you both won't ever get used to...

- you'll usually send the boys away by baking them a nice, sweet, tasty treat. it differs from pie, muffins, cupcakes, beignets, and much more.

- tangerine and lemon are both extremely comforted by your baking. they absolutely love it and talk about it quite often on their missions.

- "lucky bastard you are. if ma' girl could bake like this i'd marry her on the spot." - 🍋

- "sooner or later." - 🍊

- he's actually so whipped for you it's insane at this point.

- one of tangerines' favorites things to do is tease you.

- but not in a patronizing way.

- he just likes to see you get flustered, it gives him an incredibly huge confidence boost.

- he'll call you every pet-name under the sun to see you get all bashful and cute for him.

- "ya' look gorgeous as always, dove."

- "c'mere, bun."

- "sleep well, darling."

- "such a pretty thing you are."

- he knows it makes you feel a certain way and he finds it so adorable when you shy away from him because you're too nervous to look him in the eye.

- tangerine likes to act like he isn't completely whipped and in love with you, but he absolutely is.

- anything you ask for, he will get.

- you want a cat/dog even though he's allergic?

- it's all yours, just keep it out of the bedroom.

- you wanna go to paris?

- the hotel and flight are already booked, first class seats and a room with the most gorgeous view.

- you want him to bake with you even though he's not that good in the kitchen?

- the supplies are out and he's already wearing his 'kiss the cook' apron.

- overall, you truly are the love of tangerines life and he would rather die than to ever see you walk away from him.

- he protects you with his life, and he will continue to do so, until death do you part.

this one was much longer than my last one. this was a request from my lovely moot @kpopgirlbtssvt . i hope you enjoy, love!

- bunnie ᘏ⑅ᘏ

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the-power-of-a-pen · 6 months

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Oh, How I Love Thee

Fandom: Spider-Man 2 (PS5)

Summary: A series of cute moments between Harry Osborn and reader based on Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem How Do I Love Thee?

Word Count: 3061

Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader (romantic)

Trigger Warning(s): Cursing, 3rd to last scene is reader panicking

A/n: I don't remember the last time I wrote a fic, but I loved the new Spiderman 2 on ps5 and I'm obsessed with/gay for Harry Osborn. Also apologies: English isn't my first language. Also please give feedback -- I have quite a few more of these in my drafts that I'll only publish if these are well-received!

How do I love thee?

Planks, nails, screws, and metal bars were strewn haphazardly across the floor of the apartment you shared with Harry. His eyebrows were furrowed the way they always do when he's determined to solve something. You'd long ago surrendered the instructions to him after his persistent insistence that he could figure it out. Instead, you simply leaned against him as you began organized the mess of a dresser you had attempted to assemble.

"Okay, how the fuck am I supposed to know with one of these screws is the 40 millimeter one?" he complained.

You adjusted yourself so that you were lounging more comfortably next to him with your chin on his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around your waist. “If I had to guess,” you started, “I’d probably read what’s on the top of each screw.”

He scoffed playfully. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

You gestured for him to give you the instructions, which he reluctantly did. "It says we need to put the x12 screws into the L2 bar first. Then we- oh for fuck's sake, why does this manual have pictures only? We're trying to build a coffee table, not a fucking time machine."

"Let's just try using the power drill on these," Harry suggested. "There's probably tons of extra parts in here that we can use if we mess up."

"Okay, Brunel. I thought you were a biochem major."

"Hey," he laughed. "Let a man dream. Can you hold this piece up?"

You obliged, and Harry picked up the nearest 40 mm-looking screw and drove it into the wooden bar at an angle to connect it to the bottom of the coffee table. You gave each other a look. It didn't seem right, but it did what it was supposed to.

"Trust the process?" you suggested. "I'm not going to try and read that chicken scratch again."

Harry shrugged. "Fair enough. As long as it stands up, right?"

The two of you repeated the process for the other four legs and the rack under the table. Finally, you propped it up to stand. It was a horrible mess, slanted and barely standing up. Truly, it looked more like a modern sculpture than a piece of furniture.

After a moment of silence, Harry said, "I'm gonna order something pre-made and get us takeout."

"Yeah," you sighed. "That's probably for the best."

Let me count the ways.

"I claim Yoshi," Harry declared as he selected the character for the round.

"Basic," you jabbed back. "My main's Toad, anyway. Rainbow Road?"

"Obviously."

The rain pattered against the windows outside. It was a perfect night to stay in.

As soon as the countdown finished, Harry sent a green shell your way and curved around you.

"Cheater," you jabbed as you spammed your controller to get back up.

"Hate the game, not the player," he bantered. "Oh, fuck you, Peach."

"How funny would it be if the bots won over us?"

"Not gonna happen," Harry replied. He threw a banana at your mini-kart and, by pure luck, managed not to crash into you.

On Harry's side of the split screen, it showed that he was on his final lap, with you a decent distance behind him. With the finish line in sight, you pulled the last trick in your sleeve. You grabbed Harry's chin and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, making him entirely lose focus. By the time you two pulled away, you were out of breath, and your side of the TV read 1st Place.

"Now who's cheating?" Although he was trying to scold you, the way he was catching his breath took away from it.

"Oh, please," you remarked. "You didn't mind."

Harry dropped his controller and, cupping your face with one hand and pulling your waist towards him with the other, he mumbled before kissing you, "Damn right I didn't.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Your phone buzzed, stirring you from your sleep. Rubbing some sleep from your eyes, you fumbled around for it, barely reading 7:23AM off of it. You tossed it over your shoulder and rolled over, hardly getting anywhere before Harry pulled you back into him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and nuzzled into you. "G'morning, babe."

"Morning," you yawned. Your eyes adjusted to the morning light and you tried to massage some warmth back into your hands. A flock of pigeons brushed by your window, tracking in a breeze that brought shivers to your spine. You stirred again, trying to get up this time.

Harry tried and failed to grab for your hand. "Where are you going?"

You smiled to yourself. Harry's morning voice never got old. "I'm just closing the window. It's freezing in here."

He propped himself up on his elbow and commented, "Well, word around town is that I make a pretty good personal heater."

You hummed. "I'll take that into consideration." You sat down on his side of the bed and brushed some wild stray hairs out of his face. "But seriously, just because we have the day off, that doesn't mean we should spend all day in bed. I can make us hot chocolate the way you like it, and we can sit out in the park, maybe try to find something good in Midtown?"

"That sounds great, baby." Harry leaned into your touch. "After a quick nap."

You scoffed as he grabbed your waist to pull you on top of him. "Nothing's quick with you," you remarked.

Your boyfriend just smirked at you. "Part of why you love me." You settled down onto him, resting your head on his chest and intertwining your legs. "Just... five more minutes, babe," he implored you.

"Five more minutes," you agreed, already drifting back off to sleep.

When feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace.

The movie you had been watching had run its course, and you were beyond tired. You resigned yourself to quickly run through your skincare routine and find Harry so that the two of you could go to sleep.

You finished rinsing the cleanser off of your face and stretched with such force that you got dizzy. Shaking this feeling off, you called for your boyfriend.

"In the kitchen!" he called back. And he was there, but sheltered behind the kitchen island on the floor with his laptop and countless papers strewn around him. The fans in his computer sounded like a helicopter about to take off. "I'm just finishing these last few emails," he yawned. "Then I've got to review the results of bee drones, verify the statistics Dr. Loughran gathered on the organ reproduction project, and then I gotta check if they repaired the particle accelerator yet and-"

You sat yourself down next to him and gently shut his laptop, kissing his temple. "Why don't we deal with this tomorrow?"

Harry sighed and leaned on your shoulder. "I've been putting this off for a while. I'm so close to finishing, just like 30 more minutes."

You ran your fingers through his hair and felt him fighting to stay conscious. "You and I both know that's a lie, babe. The weight of the world doesn't rest on your shoulders. Take a break. The work will be there tomorrow."

"But-"

"What did May always say?"

Harry sighed again, but relented and put his head in your lap. "You help someone, you help everyone."

You arranged the papers around you into a pile and grabbed a cushion from one of the kitchen island's stools to put behind your back. "Let the person you help today be you, okay?"

But Harry was already fast asleep.

I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need.

"Do you ever wonder what would happen if you used conditioner before shampoo?"

"Not really," you conceded as you took another bite of your ice cream from your place on top of the dryer.

Harry sat on the floor organizing the dark, white, and delicate clothes into piles. "I mean, it's probably better for your hair, no? Like, the whole purpose of conditioner is to break down unwanted particles and moisturize your hair. If anything, it's probably better to do it that way."

"Maybe," you agreed as you hopped down and put the first load in the wash. "But wouldn't that be the same as using fabric softener before detergent?"

"Nope. Fabric softener just coats your clothes in microplastics. It's a long-term way of damaging the bonds between the atoms for temporary comfort. Technically, we should be using something like vinegar instead."

"I'm not putting vinegar on my clothes," you objected.

"Maybe you need to be more open-minded," he teased.

"Maybe you need to keep your head in the game," you teased back, throwing his dirty T-shirt at him. You yelped when he threw a sock your way. "Oh, I'll get you back for that."

"I'd like to see you try," Harry challenged.

By sun and candle-light.

Harry raced past you in the hallway, tugging on a shoe while awkwardly hopping. You sipped your tea from the kitchen island as you stared down the morning crossword.

"Running late?" you asked as he grabbed an apple and tossed it into his bag.

"Yeah," he replied, out of breath as he roughly kissed your cheek and gave you a squeeze before rushing towards the door. "Pete's gonna have to deal with the donors on his own if I don't get there on time. Wish me luck."

"Good luck." You filled out the five boxes for 23-across whose clue read 'Oscar-winner Streep.' "I love you."

"I love you, too," he called as he shut the door. Almost immediately, he opened the door again. "Forgot my keys!"

"They're on top of your nightstand," you called as you heard him tearing your room apart. The jingle of the keys confirmed that he got them, and he bounded over to you again.

"I love you," he breathed, kissing your cheek. "You're the best."

"I know," you chuckled. You leaned around the corner to watch him leave for the second time before returning to your morning routine. You had just finished eating your breakfast when Harry came running in again.

"Missed me already?" you joked.

"Forgot my phone," he explained, grabbing it from beside you. He kissed your cheek again. "But that, too."

"Love you!" you called as he fumbled with the doorknob and you walked to the living room. "Kick ass today."

He gave you a charming wink then slipped out the door.

You turned on the TV and let a talk show play in the background as you cursed at your crossword. This time, it took Harry about 6 more minutes to realize he had yet again forgotten something important. He barged in for the third and last time, profusely apologizing.

"You wouldn't happen to know a five-letter port city of Japan, would you?" you asked without looking up.

"Try Osaka?" Harry filtered through the pockets of his coats in the laundry room until he finally found his wallet.

"That fits."

Harry returned from the laundry room and leaned down, pressing three kisses to your lips. "Okay, I'm leaving for real now. I love you."

"I love you, too, babe. Show 'em how it's done."

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

"Oh my God, you should've seen the look on Hasan's face when Vijay showed up. Like, I get it, you dated way back in the day, but showing up in all white? So then MJ went to go pull the wine trick on him while I tried to distract Hasan so that he wouldn't notice anything was going on, but of course the universe wasn't satisfied." You huffed and caught your breath in the middle of pacing back and forth in the living room. "You know what happened after that?"

Harry, from his comfortable corner in the couch covered his mouth to hide his amusement. "Jess said something?" he guessed.

"Jess opened her fucking mouth," you continued. "And she was drunk off her ass because she always is, and she comes up to Hasan on his fucking wedding day and starts shouting about Vijay coming over. So at this point, Song is already asking Hasan 'Have you been cheating on me? Is that what this is?' And obviously Hasan would never do that but now Song's upset so the two of them go to argue in the backroom while Keith escorts Vijay out and MJ and I have to babysit Jess for the rest of the evening." You paused and took a sip of your mocktail. "It was literal hell."

At this point, you realize the smile taking over Harry's face. "What?"

He shook his head as he surveyed you in admiration. "You're hot when you're angry."

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

"Do I look good?" Harry asked nervously as he adjusted his tie.

You brushed his mess of curls away from his forehead. "You look perfect. You are perfect."

"I really need this interview to go well," he said, biting his lips. "Whatever this guy publishes is gonna be severely edited by Jonah, and if even half of what MJ said was warning enough, we're screwed."

"You're going to be fine," you assured him. When that didn't seem to work, you grabbed him by his shoulders and said, "Your mom would be so proud of you. Don't worry about what you can't control."

Harry took in a deep breath, and, hugging you before going into the meeting room, whispered, "Let's heal the world."

I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

"Good morning," chirped the barista as you walked in to the small café. "What can I get started for you?"

"Just a small pumpkin latte, please," you replied. You shivered and wrapped your scarf tighter around you.

"Anything else I can get for you? Maybe my number?"

"No, thanks -- that'll be all," you assured her, glancing behind you to look for Harry.

You jumped when he touched your arm. "I've got this one, baby," he winked and offered his card. The barista's eyes widened in realization, and she silently finished the transaction. One of her coworkers finished off the order and handed it to you on the other end of the kiosk.

You unlocked your car with your keys and laughed when Harry rushed to open the door for you.

"What's so funny?"

"You're jealous, aren't you," you jested.

Harry mocked offense as he got into the car on the other side. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're referring to, your majesty."

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.

Harry crossed your arms on your chest and hugged you from behind to give you that comfort of pressure. "Breathe, babe. It's gonna be okay. This feeling will go away."

Your breathing was erratic, your face tingled, and you felt so dizzy you might pass out. "I could've lost you," you managed to get out between gasps. "So much could've gone wrong."

"I know," he said in a low voice. "I know. But everything's alright. Pete and Miles have a handle on things, they always do. That thing's gone. I'm okay. Everything's gonna be okay."

You rested your forehead on your knees, but Harry didn't let go of you. "I tried to get through to you but that thing just kept on speaking to me, and Dr. Connors said you were too far gone and then MJ told me what happened at the Foundation- fuck's sake you were in a coma for three weeks and you just show up-"

Harry crawled in front of you and gently took your face in his hands. "It was scary for me too, love. I thought it was going to hurt you and-" He took in a deep breath. "The worst is behind us, okay? Let's focus on that."

You nodded and tried to slow your breathing. After a moment: "None of that was your fault, you know? It wasn't you doing it."

"I know." He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes with a shaky breath. "I know."

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life;

"Okay, what do you think of this option?" You came out from the hallway with a new outfit and gave him a spin.

"Gorgeous," he breathed. "You look like an angel."

You sat down next to him on your bed. "Babe, I love you, but if all you do is flatter me, I'm not going to know what to wear to the gala."

Harry traced his fingers over the folds of your sides as you fiddled with the invitation in your hands. "Not my fault that my partner's hot."

"But it will be your fault if we're late," you retorted. "This one, the dark blue one, or the black one?"

He hummed. "This one," he replied with a wink. "It'll be easier to take off later."

He got up to leave the room, but you grabbed him by the tie, saying an inch away from his lips, "We'll see about that, handsome." And with that, you strutted away.

And, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

You moved the needle onto the vinyl, letting the smooth jazz of Thelonious Monk fill the room. You waltzed over to Harry, and, wrapping one arm around his waist and grabbing his other hand, you swayed to the beat.

"C'mon, loverboy," you taunted him. "Show me some rhythm."

"I'm trying," he laughed, shuffling his feet.

"Baby, a little less Electric Slide, a little more moving those hips."

"Why don't you lead me instead?"

You spun in his arms and put your dominant leg between his legs and hummed as you swayed in a circle. Harry put an arm over your shoulder and started singing along.

"Glee Club paying off," you joked.

He bumped your nose. "Very funny."

You spun Harry as the music signalled that it was near its end.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" Harry asked as he caught his balance.

You dipped him with the flourish of the music. "More than I can count."

#spiderman 2 ps5 #harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #harry osborn ps5 x reader #rio's writing

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brownsugarwrites · 6 months

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Under the cherry blossom tree.

Pairings: Knight!sub-zero (bi-han) x Black!outerworld princess!reader

warnings: none :) just fluff and a grumpy x sunshine trope. A little bit of slow burn .uh non canon au besties :). Reader has braids and is shorter than Bi-Han

Wc: 1.1k

Tagging: @chosoist cause she inspired me to watch and write for MK1!

The sound of your feet pattering on the floor could be heard throughout the halls of your home. With the impending war between outerworld and netherrealm your mother requested you be guarded at all times to insure your safety. Of course this upset you but you knew protesting this would not work.

Making your way into the throne room you silently thanked one of the servants for opening up the door for you. You saw your mother talking to Liu kang and one of the members of the Lin Kuai

"Thank you for trusting us your majesty" He said with a smile gracing his face

Hearing the doors open the attention was immediately put on you as you made your way down to your chair. Greeting you , you returned a sweet smile before sitting down.

"It's nice to finally meet you princess. Your mother has told me much about you." Liu kang would chirp at you. But the guy who was standing next to him looked like he didn't want to be there. Almost like he was forced (he was) to be there. He had a brooding personality and it didn't help his nose and mouth was covered by his blue mask so you couldnt make out his facial expressions.

"This is Bi-Han your highness, he will be protecting you until the war comes to a resolution."

Turning to look at your mother you smiled nervously before nodding your head at the arrangement.

You knew this was gonna be a long journey.

As the months went by the two of you went with out talking. Mainly because you were too shy/nervous in fear he would blow you off. You soon got over your nervousness by starting small and s greetinghim in the mornings and before you went to bed. Which he would respond with a head nod and a tiny smile you couldn't see due to his mask.

Little did you know he enjoyed doing your simple tasks with you such as going out to the garden to tend to your fruit trees before going over to the koi fish pond to feed the fish for the day. You learned to enjoy his company. You felt safe and comfortable around him even though little was said.

Per usual you got up for the day and met with Bi han in the living quarters where you greeted him with your sickeningly sweet good morning. Which he replied "Good Morning princess. How did you rest?"

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You were more so worried about the way your stomach was filled with butterflies at his words and deep voice. Quickly snapping out of your thoughts you smiled and started to make small talk with him.

He may not exactly show it but he actually liked doing the mudane things you do in the day. Like watching you plant and take care of the fish which pulled on his heart strings a little.

But he would never let it show.

He noticed your nervousness and could tell you wanted to spark conversation with him so he decided to lower his guard and actually talk to you instead of giving you head nods every so often.

One day, he watched you struggle to pick the peach from the tree. He quickly stood behind you effectively reaching the peach and picking it off the tree. The two of you stared at each other as he brung his arm down to put the fruit in your basket. You gawked at his biceps flexing before clearing your throat to tell him thank you.

"Would you like to try one" you asked as the two of you went over to the bench under the cherry blossom tree (which was your favorite spot to sit in). Your peaches had finally ripen and you were excited to snack on them.

Pulling down his mask you finally got to see his full face and goodness was he beautiful under that mask.

Handing him the peach you smiled before grabbing one for yourself. Taking a bite you hummed in delight reveling in the taste of the sweet peach. Looking at Bi-Han take a bite of the peach you watched the way the juice dripped down his chin from the forceful bite. Looking down to meet your eyes he saw the hint of nervousness in your face.

"Thank you princess, I enjoyed it." He said to you with a small smile gracing his usual stern face.

Feeling those same butterflies you gave a shy smile before tucking your braids behind your ear before telling him "No problem"

As the days pass the two of you became closer and started to have lengthy conversations while sitting under the same cherry blossom tree sharing fruits.

About once every two months Liu Kang would come and check on Bi han while also bringing some of his new students he needed to train. You would watch from the balcony watching him and the students spar in the yard (while also kinda destorying everything in the process).

You couldn't help but to stare in awe at his fighting style. You knew Liu kang and your mother made the right decision to have him by your side. After his fight with who you learned to be kung lao his eyes made their way to yours watching you watch him on the balcony. Giving a small wave your cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment from his stare.

You were sure you were in love.

That same night you were preparing for bed. Putting on your night clothes and throwing your braids into a bun. Wanting to get some water to put on your bedside table you quietly walked to the kitchen to grab a cup. Pouring some into a cup and in a pitcher you began walking back to your room before hearing light footsteps coming behind you.

"Ah! Oh- Oh my goodness dont scare me like that." you said turning around slightly spilling some water on your clothes.

"My apologies princess. I just making sure you got back to your room safely."

Accepting his apologized you noticed his hair being down from its usual bun with some droplets of water dripping onto the ground. The two of you made your way back to your room before he set the pitcher of water on your table.

"You're a really good fighter" you complimented shyly

Hearing you he thanked you before making his way towards you slowly.

"Thanks for walking me back I guess. Get some rest ok?" you said looking up at his tall frame with your soft doe eyes

Bringing his hand to your chin your body quickly ran hot as your breaths became staggered. You felt his soft lips meet yours as his calloused hand went to your cheek to caresses it softly.

"Sleep well princess." He said after pulling away from you.

Giving a soft goodnight you watched him leave while closing your door. Smiling to yourself you sighed dreamily before getting in your bed for the night.

Yeah. You were definitely in love.

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meatballlady · 10 months

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Good Omens Season 2: What We Know So Far Dottie and Sadie Edition

All of the info about GOS2, especially Dottie and Sadie, in one place. (Note, this is satirical and there are no actual spoilers in this post afaik)

For the most up to date details, check out the tag #special spoilers on Neil Gaiman's tumblr.

Cast

Returning:

[Fennec foxes, various] as Crowley

Michael Sheen as Aziraphale

Jon Hamm [Chinchilla, name unconfirmed] as Gabriel

Note: there have been no official announcements regarding the casting of the following new characters:

Michael Sheen as Dottie (unconfirmed)

David Tennant as Sadie (unconfirmed)

Michael Sheen as The Master Spy (unconfirmed)

Giant Pretzel

Sadie's Brother

Aziraphale's Mother-in-Law

Sadie's Kittens

Production Note: Someone (undisclosed) was bitten in regards to the fennec foxes filming with Crowley's wife.

What do we know about the Season 2 episodes?

There will be 6 episodes.

So far, two specific episodes have been announced (although it has not been confirmed which episodes they are):

"Jam Factory" episode, which contains a magic poster covered in jam

"Girls Night Out" episode, in which we will spend a lot of time with Dottie and Sadie (Crowley and Aziraphale's wives)

The Plot

First, a detailed plot summary of Season 2:

"Crowley and Aziraphale, who in this season are both undertakers in Birmingham, and their wives, Dottie and Sadie, go on holiday together to the South of France. The boys get very drunk at a wine tasting, and their wives have to bring them home to the hotel, where Aziraphale (still drunk) puts on the gorilla costume he finds in a closet. Imagine Crowley's shock, when he sees a gorilla climbing out of the window of the hotel! Now, it just so happens that a master spy who looks exactly like Aziraphale hid the microfilm plans for a missile in Crowley's bathroom, and has returned to obtain the microfilm, which is hidden in a book of naughty seaside postcards that Dottie found earlier and threw out of the window. When the police turn up looking for the gorilla, they find the master spy but think it's actually Aziraphale. Fortunately Sadie realises that the pineapple-shaped birthmark has vanished from Aziraphale's left elbow which means that he's an imposter and she and Dottie set out to rescue him in his gorilla costume from the circus that he's been sold to by an unscrupulous animal welfare centre operative. And then there are lots of cats and horses. The end."

Additional plot details:

Crowley and Aziraphale and their wives will go on their honeymoons at the same time in the same little French town, during the annual marmalade convention.

Aziraphale will have a new Season 2 Catchphrase - "Ooh-heck, it's the wife!" (at one point, he will shout this whole clutching a toilet plunger)

Several stories will be set in the tomato sauce factories they all work in.

Dottie's phone will be broken at the outing to Blackpool.

In episode 4, it will be revealed that Dottie and Sadie and their husbands have unknowingly all been booked in the same hotel room.

There will be a pie fight scene at the inflatable gorilla factory (which will clarify a lot about Aziraphale and Crowley's interpersonal relationships).

Aziraphale will attempt to summon a magic gorilla, in order to obtain one of the four fruits of the apocalypse (e.g. the Banana of Doom).

The Giant Pretzel will give Crowley a magic peach.

There will be a very moving scene when Dottie thinks that Sadie is pregnant but actually Sadie is planning to get a kitten.

This detail about the kitten(s?): "The arrival of the kitten will also be delightful, but I'm not promising it doesn't mean that the season won't end with the patter of tiny feet. Let's just say that two sets of twins would mean double the fun for everybody."

Aziraphale will be dead by the time Crowley goes on his secret mission. Aziraphale's wife will inherit the book shop, which she runs with her brother.

This detail about Gabriel's story arc: "Gabriel came to Earth to go on holiday to Spain with Aziraphale and Crowley and their wives, Dottie and Sadie. He's working as an art critic and when he sees the picture hanging in Crowley's bed and breakfast bedroom he realizes it's an original painting by Jerry Picasso (Pablo's baby brother) and resolves to steal it on the same night that the neighborhood Dress as a Burglar and Win a Fridge competition is held. Hilarity ensues."

The flashback scenes will be of where Crowley and Aziraphale both met their wives.

Season 2 will end with a dance-off mix-up on a French Nudist Beach, with several enormous inflatable animals and Aziraphale's mother-in-law dressed in a gorilla costume.

On Goncharov's influence on Season 2:

"The whole of Season 2 of Good Omens was inspired by Goncharov. Dottie and Sadie, Aziraphale and Crowley's wives, were basically my take on Perdita and Brigitte, the two tourists who worked in the condom factory, and the whole Goncharov helium balloons and clowns sequence. For that matter, without Goncharov it would never have occurred to me to have made the comedy in episode 4 the fact that Dottie and Sadie and their husbands have unknowingly all been booked in the same hotel room, or to have had the Archangel Gabriel played by a chinchilla. "

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it was hard for simon to grieve when johnny died. price turned an eye when they got back to base and the first thing simon did was go and lay in johnny’s cot, curled up into a ball. they were close, they were best friends.

he feels a pang of guilt at johnny’s funeral, the sound of bagpipes overwhelming his already heightened senses. one of the mactavish sisters stops in her tracks and makes her way over to simon, who’s stood smoking by the floral donations. “i’m sorry for yer loss, ghost.” she whispers out to him, teary eyed and sniffly. he blinks down at her, albeit slightly confused. “pretty sure i’m the one supposed to be sayin’ that to you.” he replies with a dry writ, clearing his throat as he nods down at her. she lets out a quiet laugh, albeit a saddened one. it’s a brief interaction on an unfortunate occasion, but it lets simon come to realise something— johnny loved him.

simon’s not one for wakes, but he’s not one to pass up a good buffet. yet, for some reason, he finds himself awkwardly stood in the corner of the room, his weary eyes watching everyone converse. johnny’s mom, eileen, makes her way over to simon— and it’s crazy how much johnny looked like his mam, same smile, same deep blue eyes that simon became rather fond of.

“my john even got his beard from me,” eileen jokes, laughing her head off as she rubs her peach fuzz. it makes simon’s lips twitch, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. the chuckles dissipate, when ms mactavish reaches out to stroke simon’s cheek. simon riley’s not one for showing his face, but he wanted to do this for him. at first, simon has to fight against every muscle that wants to recoil out of her touch, to scuttle away further into the corner he finds himself stood in. but instead, his nostrils flare as he peers down at the little scottish lady that’s affectionately rubbing his cheek, and it’s almost as if johnny’s still there. “he loved ye, simon. i wish we could’ae met ye when our john was still around.”

simon can’t bear to watch as johnny’s room is packed up, he feels sick to the stomach. it makes everything worse, seeing him being physically scrubbed from base, from the only resemblance of a home simon’s ever had. laswell leaves a small box outside of his quarters, giving him a curt nod as she lets him pick it up and bring it into his room. it brings a smile to his face, just for a moment, as he cradles the cardboard box in his arms— a threadbare scottish flag johnny had pinned up on his wall, some of his old action figures he had kept from childhood, a few sketchbooks. and a note.

his stomach knots up at the sight of the letter, shakily placing it besides him as he flips through the sketchbooks first, the pads of his calloused fingers stroking fondly over every graphite smudge and ink blot on the pages. finding himself laughing hysterically over johnny’s drawing of price’s dick tickler moustache, and he nods in agreement that it should, indeed, be neutralized. the little scribbles of football scores, shitty and dirty limericks and even coffee cup rings on the pages just… it makes simon feel like he’s inside johnny’s mind, and it feels homely.

simon’s heart aches when he comes across the sketches of himself in johnny’s sketchbook, eyes welling up as he fights back the onslaught of tears that threaten to patter down onto the precious pages below. they were so beautiful. they made ghost, a husk of a man, look… alive. and he begins to breathe heavier, seeing small love hearts and silly cartoon drawings of johnny and simon doing stupid shit— like the time johnny and simon came up with a wager that if neither of them settled down come their mid-30s, they’d move to the countryside and get a dog or two.

why the fuck did you have to go and die for, johnny?

the sketchbook tour comes to its conclusion, the final sketchbook only half way through before, well, the artist passed. and so, the letter sits, almost as if there’s a spotlight casting down on it — screaming out to be read. it really gets on simon’s nerves how his hands will not stop shaking, but he pulls through and begins to open up the envelope that reads ‘for ghosty and ghosty only’, the underside of the envelope reading ‘i mean it!!’ with an angry face. it makes simon’s stoic expression crack into a grin, rolling his eyes as he continues to open it up.

the letter reads:

“well pal, if you’re reading this, it means i’m dead as fuuuck. oh well, it’s something we have to accept in our line of work, innit?

maybe i’ll get really lucky, you won’t have to read this letter and we can just laugh about it when we’re retired, living our best lives in the countryside with our wee dugs. cos you know you’ll never settle down, monsi, i’m the only bastard out there who can handle you!!!

but … on the odd chance i’m wrong (which is rarely the case cos i’m handsome and smart), it was great knowing you. you’re the bestest friend a mug like me could ask for, and i’m glad we found each other. gay, i know. whatever. i fucking love ya, pal. always and forever. dickface!!!

in another lifetime, maybe we can find each other again. although, don’t know if i can handle you being a brit again in this alternate universe haha. i don’t love you that much!!!

all my love,

yer johnny xx”

an emotional chuckle escapes from simon’s lips, tear stained cheeks flushing a light crimson colour as he sharply inhales, eyes shutting tightly as he holds the note to his chest. and for the first time, in a very long time, simon allows himself to cry. heaving his chest, snotty nosed as he really sobs it all out.

his entire life, he’s been beaten down, abused, witnessed family (both blood and found) being killed. but losing his best friend no, his soulmate, is the very thing that breaks his heart the most.

maybe, in another universe, johnny missed that bullet. and right now, in that universe, johnny and simon allow themselves a moment to breathe, comfortable in each other’s presence.

in another universe.

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