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Dabi Relationship HC

Starting this blog off strong with the loml

for a while he'd be an AWFUL bf lmao

like he's not really sure how u ended up 'together', he just isn't gonna fight it

however, he is possessive of you. he does know that much. he doesn't know if he'd call it love, or lust, but he wants you to himself

the start of ur relationship (meeting him wise) would be a lot of little convos, smoking (or u sitting there while he smokes if u don't), and not much else

but u 2 start hanging out more and more, he realizes u don't care he's a villain so he tells you more about his life occasionally, and he doesn't really have anyone outside of the league so u become his escape kinda

some point down the line you guys end up fucking, definitely unplanned but there was also slight sexual tension every once and a while, so not unexpected

so for a while you're just fuck buddies, and neither of u really do much else except slowly starting to know more about each other

you start realizing that you do infact like him for more than just a friend, and u realize that at some point he started treating you a little more softly

he had no intention of doing it really, it just happened due to him not usually getting this close with someone and he can actually open up to you a little, so he naturally starts treating u a little (just a little) better

especially since ur the only person he's continuously fucked, he's not a virgin, but he's definitely not been with many people, but the ones he has been with he usually fucks then dips to never be seen again

he didn't really even enjoy sex that much before u, he kinda just wanted to feel grown up once he hit his late teens so he started seeking it out. plus he thought maybe it'd help him feel better for a bit, but no

anyways, at some point, ur relationship went from hanging out and fucking every once In a while, to being by each other during any free time either of u had

there'd be more innocent touching too, just hand holding while walking through the city, or loosely cuddling while scrolling on ur phones. it got to a point where someone called him your boyfriend, and you didn't object to it, and neither did he, so you both kinda just assumed that u guys were in an actual relationship

but again, he'd suck at it. realizing you 2 are basically dating, you'd prolly want to start doing a bit more relationshipy stuff, and he'd object 99% of the time.

dates? scrolling through tiktok and eating take out

affection? a slap on the ass, or a whack to the back of your head. the soft stuff he only does without realizing and you usually initiate it (hand holding, cuddling)

he will also continue to do whatever he wants. he isn't interested in other people, so he wouldn't cheat, but that isn't really a moral boundary as much as it is he can't be bothered

anything you ask of him will be met with "why are you being so annoying" "leave me alone" "what gives you the right to change who I am" things like that

you'd probably 'break up' a few times, saying you never wanna see him again or him telling you to fuck off then leaving only to be back to normal within the week

he'd probably use you in various ways too. if you have money, it's his now too. he *needs* cigs, or he *needs* weed, or any other thing he's interested in at the moment.

he didn't start to change until these 2 things happened though.

1 - you fr left. you put up with him for months, and you were fine with how he acted when it didn't feel serious, but now it feels too serious to be treated this way, and he refuses to change. so you're actually done this time.

you disappear, you block his number and any social media he has. you stay away from ur apartment as much as possible so he can't catch you there. you move on with your life.

he doesn't think he cares at first, at all. as you leave after yelling at him about how over everything you are, he literally rolls his eyes and talks to himself about how dumb and dramatic you are. and he keeps living his life.

then 2 weeks go by, again your fights are usually done with within a week, so it's unusual for you to take this long to come back. so he texts you - blocked. he texts you on something else - blocked. he doesn't understand why this is pissing him off so much.

he goes to your house, banging on the door, but no answer. he stays around the area for a few hours but you don't come back, so he finds something to write a little note on your door to tell u to stop being stupid and leaves.

another week goes by and still nothing. now he's actively looking for you. he's going insane. all of his emotions feel bottled up and he doesn't know whether to be mad, cry, or be happy that he doesn't have to worry about you anymore. he's just anxious and all he knows is that at least seeing you will solve is problems

it's been over a month now, and he's distraught. he's mad at you, but he misses you. he sits there overthinking everything he said to you and even though he doesn't really want to put in the effort to change, he does know he treated you badly. he didn't know how he viewed your relationship but you took it serious, so he should have at least tried to. no one else is willing to put so much effort into him, and he fucked it up

he does still have his league assignments though, and this one assignment sends him a bit further away. he decides to fuck around with people, and he's 'chasing' some loser into an alley way with his hand lit up in flames, kinda snickering at how pathetic this person looks terrified out of their mind.

but suddenly, as the rando turns a corner, someone comes out of it, and both you and dabi are surprised to see each other.

you had run off to stay with a friend in this city, and were trying to go to the store while staying off the main streets (being close to dabi for months kinda had an affect on your reputation, so heroes tended to at least stop you to talk if nothing worse)

after a good few seconds of awkward staring, you turned around and booked it. all your hard work was going down the drain and u panicked and ran.

and that was the 2nd thing. you ran from him. he fucked up so badly that you took 1 look at him and ran. he didn't even realize that you noticed the way his eyes got all watery from seeing you, he looked like a kicked puppy.

he was genuinely just sad. still very angry, but sad. he couldn't even bring himself to chase after you, so he just made his way home.

you had been somewhat missing him this whole time, but you didn't regret what you did until you saw his face. it didn't change anything he did, and it didn't mean he loved you or anything, but now you really missed him.

so, you went back to your apartment, but after being gone for a month ur utilities weren't on, and you couldn't be bothered to fix all that yet, so you decided to go back to dabis.

you didn't even knock once you got there, you just let yourself in, having been given a spare key a while ago, but he wasn't there.

so to pass the time, you waited in his bed, and ended up falling asleep. a few hours later, you woke up to the feeling of someone laying behind you, with their arms lazily placed over your side, and you recognized dabis scent so you just went back to sleep

this whole ordeal wasn't really brought up by either of you. dabi thought about all the things you've ever asked him to fix, although he wasn't always actually listening so he didn't remember everything, and he slowly started trying

it did take a while for things to get better, but slowly but surely they did. he'd still throw fits and bitch about things you ask of him, and he'd probably have things he needs you to change too, but you guys would work it out

now, back to just pure headcanons, for when the relationship is good

one second he's overly rough with you then the next he's overly soft. this can be taken either sexually or innocently. he likes to bully you and mess with you in ways that most people would probably think is genuinely mean, but he's not trying to actually hurt you

if he did hurt you on accident he might call u a baby at first but then he'd apologize and like rub his fingers over where u got hurt

he tries to act sneaky with his affection, he wants you to more so be like "when did this happen?" "when did we start cuddling?" that way you 'don't realize' he initiated it. even though obviously you will

kisses are surprisingly gentle. he doesn't really like biting at your lips or shoving his tongue down your throat, they're a lot more gentle and intimate than you'd think

he doesn't kiss you often though, at least not full blown kisses because they hurt his lip, but you'll get pecks here and there. the bottom lip doesn't have too many nerve endings left, but sometimes kisses pull at the staples in his cheeks and that does hurt

showers are hard for him too. he's stinky. again, most of his burnt areas don't feel too much pain, some none at all, but it's kind of just a general uncomfortableness. also, he swears he can feel water seeping in between his flesh where he has his staples. so the only way he's gonna bathe is if you help him (at first, eventually he gets the motivation to do it himself) and he more so prefers sitting in a full tub while he gets scrubbed down and all that, he hates showers

he would set anyone who flirts with you on fire. 0 hesitation. he is possessive, and as your relationship gets healthier he gets more possessive.

he's a nerd, especially when it comes to space. so a serious date he would take you on is stargazing, and he'd describe any constellation or other cool thing he can find to you

he's pretty good at drawing, he'd definitely want tattoos if he was able to get them, but he says that there's no point considering the state of his skin. so, he designs some for you, whether you get them done is up to you. he'd also love if you got him a tattoo gun to do it for you

I love you isn't said until far into the relationship. it gets to a point where it's known between both of you, but neither of you say it. you want to, but you're worried it'll upset him, and he's scared to. in his mind, despite everything you've been through and how much he clearly cares about you, if he doesn't say it, it's not true. which means if you do leave, he can pretend he doesn't care

but he does say it eventually, when you're sleeping and he thinks you're fully asleep. however, you're not, and hearing him say that immediately woke you up and you startled him as your eyes shot open and you looked at him smiling huge

he dead ass tried to run but you grabbed him and told him you love him too, and he basically went yeah whatever :/ and left but it was to hide from embarrassment

dabi, no matter how much he tries to work on his relationship with you, has tons of issues. he's angry, he's anxious and depressed. sometimes something is gonna happen and he might take it out on you, and at first he won't acknowledge it. eventually he will though, and apologizes when he's calmed down some

also, he does want to stay with you, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to achieve his revenge on his family. the only thing that's changed is that he is more determined to make it out alive. he even considers faking his death afterwards, or letting people think he died getting his revenge, that way he doesn't have to deal with all the villain bs anymore

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wheresmymilliondollarman · 1 year

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can you do hcs of dating grayson hawthorne?

grayson hawthorne x fem! reader

hcs about meeting & dating the heir apparent of the hawthorne family.

a/n: ofc!! thx sm for the request & sorry for the wait!! i just got a new one also requesting grayson so this one goes out to you too anon!! grayson hawthorne is one of the lomls🫶 i am so indecisive between him & jameson fr (but for avery i think jameson is better suited for her). hope u enjoy!! i'm a sucker for the poor x rich trope sorry & i love tobias lowkey playing match maker in these LOL & this follows some of the main story but then kinda trails off

word count: 6.8k

warnings: almost drowning (LOL), minor mature language, few spoliers for final gambit i guess?,

before you were dating the second oldest hawthorne, you were just a girl working part-time at a diner as a waitress, trying to make enough money to buy a car. you were relentlessly getting picked up/dropped off everywhere by either one of your parent's vehicles.

being a waitress wasn't ideal when dealing with rude customers, pretentious managers, and occasional annoying co-workers, but you had decent pay, and tips weren't too bad.

most of the time you were running the show on your own. serving tables, acting as hostess, dealing with unsatisfied customers, etc. it wasn’t even the lack of staff, it was lazy behaviors of your co-workers and manager - who got the job because her dad owns the business.

one peculiar afternoon you were doing your usual job of serving tables and taking orders when an older gentleman walked in, way classier than your usual customers. you seated him, gave him a menu, and then returned to the kitchen to serve your other tables.

the diner staff seemed to be murmuring words and glancing back at the man, but you didn't pay any mind to it. it wasn't unusual for you to catch staff gossiping about customers.

going back to the table, you gave him the complimentary water and then asked for his beverage of choice - he chose a simple black coffee. you went to the kitchen and returned with his drink. you were on the verge of asking for his meal order, but he looked preoccupied with a crossword puzzle.

you peaked over, and noticed he looked possibly stuck, so you offered your help because you often did crosswords when you were bored. "do you mind if i take a look?"

he said nothing, only gesturing his head toward his little crossword booklet and pen beside it. even his pen looked fancy.

you looked over the one he was one, and after reading the hint and the number of boxes for the word, you could figure it out.

"tatersall."

the old man peered at you as if you spoke a different language.

"it's fabric with checks and lines, the phrase is a bit old-fashioned. i only know it 'cause that's what my dad refers to his shirts as." you explained.

he looked intrigued by your words, as if you'd given him an idea. he thanked you, then went on to fill out the boxes.

words were said much after that. he drank his coffee and left sometime while you were busy serving other tables. when you returned to ask him if he wanted anything else, he was already gone. but not before leaving $200 dollar tip next to his finished coffee.

you thoroughly checked if it was real, not believing anyone would purposely leave such a tip for a cup of black coffee. but in fact, it was very real. and you even bought yourself a very cute dress to commemorate. just to double check it was legit, of course.

the older man with silver-blue eyes continued to come into the diner every few days, never ordering anything other than a black coffee and always being generous with the tip.

you two had polite conversations and odd ones rooted questions he dropped on you. you noticed a lot of them pertained to money and contributions. but you never passed on answering.

they were questions like "what jobs have you worked?", "what are your parents' occupations?", "are you interested in charities and donations?", and "what do you do with the money you earn?"

thru these visits, he finally gave you his name, tobias. it shouldn't had surprised you he had a unique name to match his unique personality.

you didn't get much information about tobias. all he revealed to you was he enjoyed games, was obviously wealthy, and has 2 daughters, one son, and 4 grandsons - who weren't too off from your age.

he liked to talk about a certain one, the second oldest, grayson. you created an image he was a closed-off, goal-driven, cunning, and loyal guy. you didn’t wanna jump to conclusions, but one could say he was slyly trying to set you up with him.

it wasn’t uncommon for grandparents to come in the diner and rave about their grandsons. at times they would even show you a multitude of photos saying how handsome they are and well-raised gentlemen who would be a great match for you.

you never had the heart to straight up tell them ‘not interested’, so you listened to their praises and then fabricated a lie as to why you were unable to date their grandson.

if tobias ever were to ever try and do that you would use the same methods. you were sure his grandson was an acceptable man, but you had no interest in going on a blind date with anytime soon.

however, the conversation didn't maneuver that direction; instead, he went on to talk about how grayson was in charge of a foundation he owns and basically manages everything.

you found that rather impressive, considering he was only eight-teen. then you thought, 'just how rich is this guy?'

this arrangement continued for a few more weeks and then it turns into a constant routine for months. still never ordering anything order than a coffee, and leaving after.

one day, tobias abruptly stopped coming into the diner. and after a two-week hiatus, you figured he was likely not returning again.

you didn't realize how tedious work was without the old man's presence, you were still as busy as ever doing everyone's job, but now you didn't have the levity from your conversations.

it stayed like that for the following three months, no word from tobias. you wanted to contact him somewhere, but you began to realize how little you knew of him, hell you didn't even know his last name. he knew all the basics of what comprised you, but you couldn't even say his favorite color. and you’d known this man for almost a year.

but as it turned out, you didn't need to contact him yourself because a man came into the diner asking for you.

at first, you thought it was an unsatisfied customer here to berate you some more; it wouldn't be the first time. but you were more than relieved it was a guy you'd never seen before, a particularly handsome and well-fitted one.

you went up to the man and politely greeted him, asking how you could help him. he took you presence in when you appeared, looking up and down. it wasn't in a 'checking-you-out' type way, it was of an 'i'm judging what type of person you are' way. you felt scrutinized in your lousy diner girl uniform. it didn't help he was dressed pristinely from head to toe.

he finally spoke, "it's pertaining to my grandfather, tobias hawthorne."

you were piqued up at the mention of tobias, this was the first time you'd heard of his last name, but you didn't know any other tobias's so it must be him.

the man in front of you was one of his infamous grandsons he loved to chat about, although you weren't sure which one. but based on his stern and disciplined attitude, you'd place your bets on grayson. but just to be sure you asked.

"right, my name is grayson hawthorne." you called it. "unfortunately, my grandfather has recently passed. my family is in the middle of gathering everyone for the matter of the will, but all parties must be preset. my grandfather's law firm has informed me you are also mentioned in it."

your heart broke at the reveal of tobias passing. you knew him less than a year, but you still had formed a connection with him.

then the other portion of his statement dawned on you, he mentioned you in his will. why?

grayson seemed to have wanted to know this too. he said tobias mentioned you in passing but didn't offer details about your relationship. he didn't hide how he was suspecting and untrusting of you.

you filled him in on details of how you met, your meetings, and the last time you conversed with him. grayson was still wary of you, but he didn't have any reason yet to say you were lying.

he then urged you to gather your belongings because the two of you had to head over to his family's residence as soon as possible. he has already informed your boss of your leave of absence.

it was all so sudden, you were still processing all this information. grayson's insistence made it nearly impossible to do anything but listen.

so, grayson took you home to change and pack a few items. you left a note for your parents, letting them know you'd be spending a night or two at a friend's house. you knew if you explained what was really going on they would not let you go; they'd probably even scold you for befriending a random old man at work, calling you naive.

although, that had merit because you were currently off with a man you knew for like five seconds because you believed he was the grandson of a man who you also didn't know for too long.

you thought the chance of getting kidnapped was better than overworking at the diner.

you were astounded when grayson casually took you to the destination of his private jet. you'd never flown first class, let alone a private freaking jet.

you two took off, and a few hours later, arrived in texas. the moment you stepped off, a bodyguard guided the two of you into a limousine. from there, you sought off to the mansion.

when you arrived, you thought you'd been driven to some sort of fancy hotel, but not it was where grayson and the rest of the hawthorne lived. you'd likely get lost trying to go from the kitchen to your bedroom.

grayson had to physically drag you away from your jaw-dropped stare at the property.

when you entered the entrance hall , another girl was already there, an older girl with her as well.

she turned her attention toward you when she noticed you entering, she seemed to have recognized grayson, but had a questioning gaze toward you.

the older girl was the one to speak to you first. “and here i thought we’d already met everyone affiliated with this crazy rich family. hi, i’m libby and this is my sister avery. are you grayson’s girlfriend?”

you could’ve died from awkwardness right there. you didn’t even wanna take a glance at grayson’s reaction, you imagined he would have a look of discontent.

“er, no. we just met today actually. he came into my work saying i’m needed for a will reading, and next thing i know im off in a private jet and in this mansion.”

this time avery spoke up, “sorry about libby’s assumption. it was just because you guys came in together and he’s carrying your bag.”

grayson was in fact hold your small luggage bag. he taken the liberty of taking it out of the trunk of the limo and carried it since.

you didn’t say anything, you just snatched your bag out of grayson’s hands, mumbling a quiet thanks.

grayson let out a laugh, but covered it up as a cough.

avery talked about her situation being similar to yours, except she’s never met tobias hawthorne before. it made you feel better there was someone else who felt like an outsider.

you were led away by grayson, guiding you to the room the will was being read. but you ran into a numerous amount of people on the way.

first, it was xander, the youngest hawthorne grandson. he appeared out of secret passage, jump scaring you. then he introduced himself.

nash, who had a country accent, followed a bit after walking in with his mother skye. she asked you a few invading questions about yourself, and you replied cordially. very relieved when grayson excused you both.

finally, you’d met jameson on accident. you were on the way to the bathroom, using directions given to you, and that’s when you bumped into him. he was very obviously drunk. he slurred a few words, but you quickly excused yourself, not wanting to deal with whatever was going on with him.

once you were finally in the room, you took a seat next to avery since she and her sister were the best options.

finally the will reading began, and the lawyers started reciting its words and designated belongs and money to different family members. all the families were stunned that the grandsons, especially grayson, hadn't gotten the entire fortune. yours and averys names had yet to be mentioned.

"to my newfound friend y/n l/n, i leave conservatorship to the hawthorne foundation. the remainder of my estate, including all properties, monetary assets, and worldly possessions not otherwise specified, i leave it to be shared upon y/n l/n and avery kylie grambs."

nothing could have you prepared for that. you thought it was a prank at first, some sick joke rich people do that get less-than-fortunate people's hopes up. but no, the lawyer did indeed confirm it to be true.

avery and yourself turned toward each other wide-eyed, completely flabbergasted. then the whole room erupted into chaos, everyone standing up to demand an explanation, accusing you both of having done something.

you had just met these people, and you couldn't for sure say they were capable of murder, but you'd seen enough movies about the rich to know it's definitely a possibility.

luckily, oren, tobias' (now ex) bodyguard, stood in front of you girls, preventing the hawthornes from stepping any closer. he claimed he worked for you both now, so it was his job to protect you.

"should we trust this guy? what if he's just playing us to get the inheritance." avery whispered to you.

"a bodyguard with ulterior motives is better than being left to the wolves."

"good point." libby chimed in.

it didn't end there; there were conditions for the will, saying you and avery must remain at the hawthorne estate for a full year to receive the inheritance.

so not only did you become enemy number one toward most hawthornes, but now you had to live with all of them. lovely.

that jump-started your now future of being involved with the hawthornes (and the grambs sisters)

after the will fiasco, the grayson made it his mission to unmask whatever game you played to get the inheritance, but he always came up empty-handed because you, as you insisted to multiple hawthornes, did not manipulate tobias. you didn't even know the guy's last name until you had met grayson.

if you had a talent for taking advantage of rich men, you would not be wasting time being a waitress for a shitty diner.

however, you tried to look on the very bright side of things, living in a gorgeous mansion. your bedroom was the size of your home's first floor. you;'d never slept on a comfier or larger bed.

one thing that set you apart from avery in the will was that you had complete ownership in the hawthorne foundation and his involvement with different charities. alissa had informed you that you'd need to learn to manage it- designating which associations to donate to, how much, how often, etc.

it was overwhelming to think about; if you failed to be a conservator, it would be given to the grandsons. you also knew having authority over it bothered zara hawthorne, since she'd spent basically her whole life running it. you knew it you were to make a wrong move, she'd be quick to call it out you.

alissa had arranged for you to go to the foundation and meet with someone who'd help you navigate the ropes. a part of you assumed it'd be zara meeting you there, maybe forced by alissa to help you. but instead, it was grayson, who still thought you were some master con woman.

he was the only grandson that had an issue with you and avery, but for some reason, you were more suspicious to him. xander, jameson, and nash seemed to have adjusted to events and were now somewhat friends with you. it was pretty infuriating how grayson would not listen to reason, no matter how much you tried to make amends.

grayson remained professional, not wanting his personal feud to hinder the foundation's work. he started giving you a tour and explaining an overview of how things ran. it became easier for you to imagine yourself running it.

you stopped when you passed by various black and white photos hung up in midair. they'd been hung since the beginning of your tour, but you'd only truly taken notice just now.

"who took these? they're beautiful."

"i did."

'of course, you did' you thought. he seemed to be good at everything.

"can i have a copy of this one?" you pointed toward a photo to your left; it was of a couple dancing together in the rain, in front of the eiffel tower.

"why?"

"i'd always wanted to see the eiffel tower. plus, i just really like it." it was true. the photo was captured exquisitely, and going to paris had always been a goal of yours, along with traveling to different places in the world.

he didn't respond. grayson went up to the photograph and carefully unlatched it. he then turned to you and gestured for you to take it, "here, you can have it."

you were a little shocked he just gave it to you, but hundreds of photos were decorated throughout the building, so it probably didn't mean much just giving you one.

you took it in your hands gently and thanked him. you both then continued your tour into the conference room to discuss further management of the hawthorne foundation.

but unbeknownst to you, the photo you now owned was one of his favorites.

it became easier to get to know and warm up to grayson the more you visited the foundation, which you did quite often because you now that you had (or will have) conservatorship to the foundation, you wanted to ensure you knew everything involving it to ensure you'd continue its success.

you could now say the two of you were somewhat friends, but there still seemed to be a wall - built by grayson, between the two of you. likely from the lack of trust he still has toward you.

at times he'd look at you as if you were the enemy, and other times he'd treat you courteously. his constant mood changes were driving you crazy.

you had been staying up later than usual since your stay at the manor began. it didn't help that there was possibly a secret passage in your room like avery's has.

but your leading cause of distress stemmed from the mystery of the whole will situation. you'd gotten a small letter like everyone else, but it failed to offer any closure.

in fact, all it said was, "good luck". you'd never had the urge to strangle a dead old man til now.

however, this night you decided to walk outside. you'd been hesitant to wander around the mansion, but then again, you technically half owned it now, and nobody could really stop you. so you decided to go to the pool area, carefully avoiding alerting your new bodyguard of your movement.

when you got there, it was empty as you had hoped. the pool was illuminated with the lights, the area surrounding it was dimly lit.

you settled for solely dipping your feet in the pool and gazing at the stars upon the sky.

half an hour in, you heard the faint sound of someone possibly approaching. you took it as a sign to get back to your room before oren noticed, if he hadn't already.

you got up a bit too quickly, causing an imbalance in your step - leading you to stumble backward into the pool.

most people would simply swim back up to the top and pull themselves out, but you couldn't do that for one big reason. you never learned to swim.

panic began to seep into you as you flailed your arms all over the place, attempting to float to the top, but it only made you sink further. it didn't help drowning was on the top of your list of 'ways i would hate to die'.

you were midway through choking on the water when someone jumped into the pool and carried you back onto the pavement.

after coughing the water out of your lungs, you looked at the face your your savior kneeled in front of your; low and below there was grayson hawthorne - wearing nothing but swim shorts.

the sight of him shirtless made it harder to steady your breathing.

"are you alright?" you nodded in confirmation.

"what were you thinking getting into the pool so carelessly?"

"well, i just to test out my new waterproof mascara." you said sarcastically. "obviously i didn't end up in the stupid pool purposely!"

he rolled his eyes. “god, were you born a horrendous swimmer or just taught by an imbecile.”

you stayed silent, looking away from him, not wanting to admit the embarrassing truth.

“do you…do you not know how to swim?”

"….. define knowing to swim.”

he gave you an incredulous look, “seriously? even most 5-year-olds know how to swim, better yet, they wouldn’t almost drown in the 7ft part of the pool.”

“okay i get it! it’s pathetic i don’t know the basics of swimming. you don't have to be an asshole about it.” you stood up angrily in your soggy clothes and attempted to walk away - but grayson grabbed your wrist.

“wait. alright, i apologize for being quick to judge. if you want..i’ll teach you to swim.”

you were taken aback by the gesture, not quite sure what to think. on the one hand, it could be a plan to embarrass you further, but on the other hand - you really didn’t want to live your life not being able to swim any longer.

“alright.”

the following night he made good of his word when you went out to meet him. (oren being aware this time, after he warned you he'd lock you in your room if you snuck out without him again.)

this time you had proper swim attire, a 2 piece bikini alissa had purchased for you, along with others.

grayson was already in the pool when you arrived, swimming laps. once he noticed your arrival, he stepped out of the pool. you would've thought it was a scene from a movie from how smoothly & dreamy he moved.

you averted your eyes before you stared at his form too long.

you weren't sure if it was your imagination or you saw grayson do a double-take when he saw you.

all his attractiveness was shortly forgotten when he went to his bag to retrieve something, then handed you some plastic. it took you a moment, but then it clocked - these you arm floaties.

"you're joking right?"

"hey, after that near-drowning experience, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"it's like you want to humiliate me."

"don't worry i chose the ones with the flowers to enhance your matureness." he fought back a smile with his words.

he got a nasty glare in response.

still, you knocked down your pride on putting on the floaties before you and grayson submerged into the pool.

then grayson began reciting exercises and movements for you to do. after floating around for a bit, he instructed you to remove the floaties. you were obviously hesitant, the floaties were keeping you from drowning, but grayson insisted that you trust him.

he grabbed your waist with both hands and got behind you; that was enough to quicken your pulse.

his hands held you steady as you attempted to stay afloat by moving your arms and legs. it would get harder to focus when his hands moved up and down your back.

"okay, i'm gonna let you go now."

"ok. wait what-"

you were abruptly cut off because grayson immediately removed his hands, leaving you on your own. being caught off guard, you began a repeat of the night before, but this time attempting to swim correctly. regardless, you were still beginning to choke on water and sink down.

grayson swam back to your aid in an instant, holding you up above the water by the waist.

"shit- i'm sorry. i assumed your instincts would kick in if you had less reaction time."

"oh, because it worked so well yesterday."

"right, perhaps i should've given it more careful thought." he moved a hand to the side of your face, "are you sure you're okay?"

you nodded, unable to verbally respond. the tension in the air thickened as the two of you continued to stare to one another. for a brief moment, his gaze wandered to your lips, and you stopped breathing.

his face slowly leaned into yours. you didn't know what you'd do if he was going to kiss you - a big part of you was ready to kiss back and the other part told you i'd be a mistake if you did.

but the moment was interrupted by alissa, who was calling your name because she wanted to ho over tomorrow’s events with you.

you also knew, based on alissa's critical gaze, she'd seen what was about to possibly happen. she has already given you a fair amount of warning about getting involved with hawthornes.

grayson then pulled away, awkwardly bidding you farewell, saying he'd see you later before he made his way out of the pool.

since then, the brewing tension between the two of you grew. it didn't help you already see him quite a bit during the day, then alone at night. apparently, it was evident to everyone there was something happening because thea calligaris cornered you.

"the last girl who was with grayson ended up dead."

you were unsure what to believe after that, you really didn't trust thea, but didn't mean it couldn't be true. 'don't rich people always have some murderous secret?'

you couldn't help it, and brought up the topic to grayson, who went very still at the mention. he lashed out at you before walking away. you suppose that confirmed it.

he avoided you for a few days, even skipped out on swimming lessons, so you kept yourself busy with school and hanging with avery and xander; solving the still ongoing mystery of the will. which you'd lowkey given up on because riddles were not your forte.

you felt bad your question, but he didn’t need to act so harshly toward you. so, you weren’t going to talk to him until he approached you first.

a knock sounded in your room when you were getting ready for bed. however, it didn't come from the door but from behind a large painting.

'i swear if this house is haunted, i'm running back home'

you tried to remove the painting, but it was stuck to the wall. then you discover a small button hidden on its frame. against better judgment, you press it, making the painting and the wall behind it move forward and slide to the left.

you knew there were various passages, but having one in your own room kind of freaked you out.

behind the moving wall stood grayson. you screamed at first, only seeing a figure in the dark. but then grayson quickly stepped into the light and closer to you to put a hand over your mouth. you were relieved to see him and not someone who would possibly murder you.

he didn’t remove his hand, you gave him an expectant look.

“just hear me out, before you demand i leave. i came to apologize.”

you nodded, allowing him to continue. he sighed and pulled his hand away. then he opened up to you for the first time, telling you about a girl name emily laughlin.

he explained her condition, how both hom and jameson were involved with her, and how she died.

the more the story went on the more you felt bad for both brothers, especially grayson since it seemed it was still affecting him. you even felt for emily, obviously, she lacked something in her life to play 2 brothers.

“i'm not complaining, but why did you decide to tell me all this” the two of you at some point made your way onto your bed, sitting side by side each other

he humorlessly laughs, and looks directly at you. “to be honest, i’m not even sure. all i know is when i look into your eyes, i have this urge to tell bare my soul to you.”

deja vu to the pool incident, you both didn’t say anything, just looked at each other, slowly leaning your face closer.

you were ready to be interrupted again, stopping the act before it can happen. but there was none, and your lips were now an inch apart, and your heart was beating like you just ran a marathon.

“tell me to stop right now, or i’m afraid i won’t be able to hold myself back.”

you said nothing.

wasn't like he gave you much reaction time anyway because he kissed you a second later - like you were the last person he was ever going to kiss.

and oh boy, was it a good kiss.

even when he left your room later that night, after much kissing you were still reeling from the shock of it all.

you didn't know what it meant for the two of you - did he like you?, was it a one-time thing?, or did he kiss you as a way to forget emily?

you were only sure of one thing right now - you felt something toward grayson that crossed the friend zone.

the kiss was never brought up over the days; grayson and you continued to work together and swim at night together almost every other day. you weren't sure if you were relieved or offended he never mentioned it.

you swore he got flirter since the kiss - his hand brushing against yours, standing very close behind you when reviewing something for the foundation, hands wandering when helping you swim, even a subtle flirty remark here and there.

you confided in avery about the events. she was insistent on the fact grayson liked you, and that he didn't seem like the type of have a fling nor rebound.

you wanted to believe he liked you, but then you would hear thea's voice in your head, reminding you of emily, and how he isn't over her.

it was driving you mad, so you convinced yourself you were simply reading into things. you weren't.

it all came to a head at a charity event the both of you helped plan for the foundation. you'd wore a beautiful namebrand designer custom-made gown, the fanciest dress you ever adorned.

however, the whole night grayson ignored you and made it clear he was avoiding you. anytime you approached him he gave an excuse to the person he was talking to that he had to go somewhere. or if you tried making eye contact, he was quick to turn his head the other direction. you didn't know what his deal was.

when you took to the outside for a breather, you sensed the arrival of his presence.

you scoff, "so now you wanna talk to me or what?"

he didn't respond, which upset you more. so you opted to walk back into the ballroom, but grayson stopped you.

"anytime i look at you too long, i think of our kiss that night. then i have to hold myself back from doing it another time. and if i kiss you, i thin- no. i know i won't be able to help but fall for you."

you were again dumbfounded by such confession. a habit that seemed to always happen in the presence of grayson hawthrone.

"i don't mind."

"neither do i."

he crashed your lips together with his in a flash.

unlike the first one, the kiss was messy, and messy was never a way you thought you'd describe the pristine grayson hawthorne.

his hands made their way to your face keeping you close while his mouth was almost devouring your lips. you steadied yourself by holding onto his shoulders because you did not trust your wobbly knees to stand on their own.

you pulled away first, heavily breathing like the night you almost drowned. your mind was still hazy, unable to properly form a sentence to speak.

grayson hands stayed, caressing your face gently,

"you can have my entire being if it means i get to kiss you like that whenever."

you both didn't end up returning to the charity that night. not while your makeup was smudged and all your lipstick was transferred on grayson's face.

though it was never verbally official, the two of you were evidently more than friends at that point.

you didn't even need to tell anyone of your newfound relationship because you'd come to find out jameson had seen the two of you that night, and he would could never resist a gossip about grayson. so the information easily made its way throughout the entire hawthorne manor.

in relation, grayson fought jameson. unfortunately, you weren't allowed to watch the fight because grayson didn't want you to witness any violence. you were lowkey disappointed because you and avery were ready to place bets.

alissa also made sure to have a talk with you both regarding public appearances. she advised it was better to keep it private because everyone was still reeling from yours and avery's newfound inheritance, and this news could possibly do damage to your media reputation. plus, it was better if grayson was advertised as single.

you personally didn't mind, you weren't the biggest fan of pda when you had a thousand new eyes on you. and alissa's advice was wise since you were new to the whole being a public figure thing. and well, you both lived together anyway.

grayson was more hesitant to agree, but mostly for your benefit he listened to alissa.

it was fun in a way, acting platonic in public then kissing when you got to the mansion or even the limousine. it was like having a secret relationship.

whenever interviews tried to insinuate something, you learned how to shut it down after much lessons on pr. but grayson liked to leave sly comments; only the two of you could understand.

"yeah, y/n's quite well at exploring the mouth of new things."

"y/n and i have become very acquainted with each other."

"you could say i'm into women who sink instead of swim."

it made you wanna laugh and playfully hit him all the same.

what really made your relationship step into public light was when rumors about you and jameson dating started circling around.

a photo of the two of you had been taken getting out of a limo together then entering a building, where people rumored you had a 'date'. in reality, both of you were there to talk to skye hawthorne after she was removed from the hawthorne mansion.

grayson was less than happy about these rumors, and jameson not denying anything to the press to get a rise out of grayson, was making things worse.

so, in a grayson hawthorne manner - he took care of things himself. he bought out all of the press and made them debunk the stories.

then to be even more dramatic, the next time the two of you were out together, he made a whole show of kissing you. even going as far as dipping you down in his arms before the kiss - felt straight out of a cheesy romcom. you couldn't say you didn't enjoy it, though.

the paparazzi had a field day with those photos & the two of your the front page of gossip magazines for weeks. alissa was ready to explode after only finding out the two of you went public from the media.

being in a public relationship was harder than being in a secret one. there were somehow even more eyes on you, picking your relationship apart. they mostly targeted your flaws and even took digs at your old diner job. even a surge of online hate came at your direction.

even grayson couldn't buyout every magazine or person who had a negative thing to say about you, and trust that he very much tried to.

but being official in public also had great pros. now, grayson and you could go out on dates wherever without worrying about hiding and disguises.

you couldn't stay anywhere too far at first because of the 'stay in the house for a year' rule, but you had dates at all sorts of fancy places. even though you were technically a net-worth nigher than him,now, he always insisted on paying the bill. ever the gentleman.

grayson knew how to plan one himself. a personal favorite of yours had to be the picnic in a hot air balloon.

but once the year was up, the first place gray took you was to paris, which he knew was always your dream. paris now seemed like a mundane dream compared to all of the past year's events.

still, paris was absolutely incredible, and being there with your boyfriend made it better - and helpful because he was fluent in french while you barely passed the high school class with a B.

seeing the eiffel tower was the best part, it was even more amazing up close. standing there with grayson, the grays started to cloud, and small drizzles of water came down.

your bodyguard (one oren forcefully implanted) had advised you both to head to the car before it started pouring. you were ready to follow along, but gray tugged your sleeve, stopping your movement.

you gave him a questioning gaze, so he held out his hand, asking you to dance.

you laughed and accepted nonetheless, even when the rain started to pour in more. the two of you began a clumsy (on your part) waltz across the pavement. both of your faces filled with blissful smiles. to this day, it is a favorite memory of yours.

it was even better when grayson gifted you a photo of you two that day, one he asked the bodyguard to take. now, the picture was framed next to the one grayson had taken & grayson hung a copy of it at the hawthorne foundation.

since dating, grayson's insomnia has improved immensely. it mainly had to do with the fact you two frequently sleep in his bed together. he jokes your his personal nyquil.

it's true when they say he sleeps like a deadman, even has a tiny snore - though he keep denying it. but he has some sort of sixth sense that enables him to know when you leave the bed.

like for instance, you needed to use the bathroom one night, and the moment you got up from the bed - grayson is up and asking where you were going.

the swimming lessons were not forgotten - you two still had that nightly routine. but you weren't becoming a michael phelps anytime soon. not when most of your lessons involved more kissing than swimming.

but hey, at least you've moved past the need for floaties. because grayson just carries you himself if it's too deep for you to swim.

he loves to buy anything that reminds him of you. a jewelry piece that matches your eyes, a dress he thinks would look pretty on you, a shift from your favorite film/show/artist, or even an item you offhandedly mentioned you wanted. he'd have them wrapped and ready to give to you the next moment he saw you.

much to our surprise, grayson was also the clingy type. his love language was more gift-giving but doesn't mean he wasn't a bit touch-starved.

he revels in hugs, kisses, and intimate moments. he always wants to hold hands when you both are walking together. jameson and nash love to tease him on it.

he has as a domestic side to him. he helps you put on your coat or even sometimes makes you wear it, keeps you on the side of the sidewalk not near the street, carries your purse or shopping bags, and helping you slip on your heels and shoes.

overall, grayson hawthorne was nothing less of an amazing boyfriend. except when he sees eve for the first time.

you were in the office of the foundation looking over a few files when you saw tobias' name mentioned then initials at the bottom. 'T.T.H.'

"huh, i thought your grandfather didn't have middle name."

grayson looked over your shoulder, "oh, he didn't. at least not until had changed his legal name less than a year before his passing."

"what is it?"

"tatersall. quite peculiar right?"

you laughed to yourself. perhaps he was trying to set you up with her grandson after all.

@itzchanelx @marigold-morelli

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forest-hashira · 5 months

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Nail Polish

i am back with more transfem!gojo, bitches!!! she's the loml fr and i'm making it everyone's problem. this is related to the last one i posted & takes place after it! you can read that one here.

read this on ao3

pairing: gojo/reader

wc: ~2.4k

content: gender neutral reader, transfem!gojo, fluff, like truly the fluff here is so much, gojo is an excitable little kid basically (she's a sweetheart & i love her)

It had been a couple weeks since your conversation with Satoru, where she’d revealed her desire to lean into the more feminine part of herself. Though she was eager, she’d asked if it could just stay between the two of you for the time being; the whole thing was so new, so fragile, she was worried it would shatter if anyone else touched it.

Obviously, you had agreed. You were more than happy to take this at her pace, and if she wasn’t ready to share, then it wasn’t your place to push it.

You could tell it was taking a toll on her, though. Now that she had realized and begun to accept that she wasn’t a man after all, still being referred to as one by everyone she knew and saw on a regular basis was hard. More often than not she would come home from work, seek you out, and wrap herself around you as much as possible, regardless of what you were in the middle of doing. Sometimes she would stay silent, just absorbing your warmth and letting you give her whatever affection you desired, but sometimes she would ask you, in a small, hesitant voice, to call her your princess, or ask if you thought she was pretty. You obliged her every time, showering her with affection and compliments that were almost too feminine to be considered serious, but they always were; you never wanted her to doubt your love and support for her.

All of the compliments had remained within the walls of your home, though; Satoru didn’t want to risk anyone catching on or asking questions just yet, and you respected that decision. In the meantime, you’d kept the pet names and compliments more general around others at Jujutsu High: baby, sweetheart, love, good-looking, things of that nature. Though Satoru didn’t flourish as much under those terms as much as she did when you called her princess and told her she was beautiful, she seemed satisfied enough with them in public.

There hadn’t been any sort of discussion about Satoru making any changes to her appearance, so you had assumed that she was either satisfied with her looks and not interested in making any changes, or she was unsure and hesitant to do anything like that just yet. None of that bothered you, though; you loved Satoru exactly for who she was, and you wanted any changes in her appearance to be because she wanted them, not because she thought you wanted them or thought she should make them.

“Can you paint my nails?”

The question caught you off guard, and you blinked up at her in surprise, hands stilling where they’d been typing on the keyboard of your laptop. “Say that again?” you requested, not wanting her to think you were placing any sort of judgment on the request; you just wanted to make sure you’d heard her correctly.

“I want you to paint my nails,” Satoru repeated, phrasing it as a request, rather than a question.

You smiled brightly at her words, glad that you had heard her correctly the first time. “I’m more than happy to do that,” you agreed, closing your laptop and standing from your seat. “I don’t really know what I already have as far as colors colors, but we can look in the bathroom, and if we don’t have what you want we can go to the store. Sound good?”

It was impossible to miss the way her expression brightened at your words, and she nodded eagerly in agreement. Once you were standing, she took your hand, practically dragging you towards the bathroom, eager to see what nail polish colors you had.

Her excitement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly, only releasing her hand to crouch down and open the cabinet below the sink, grabbing the small zipper pouch that held all of your nail-painting supplies.

You set it on the edge of the sink, unzipping it and carefully pulling everything out. Nail polish remover, cuticle pushers, nail file, clear coat, and finally, three colors of polish: powder pink, black, and a nude-beige. “Any of these strike your fancy?” you asked, turning to face your girlfriend after you’d set out everything from the pouch.

Satoru considered her options, picking up the bottle of black polish and studying it for a moment before setting back down, her brows furrowed slightly. “I was hoping for a blue,” she sighed, her bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly in a pout.

Unable to resist, you placed a hand on her cheek, turning her to face you and kissing the pout from her lips. “Then let’s go to the store, hm? I’ll buy you every shade of blue you want.”

Her expression brightened again at your offer, and she nodded. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go buy nail polish.” She was practically giddy at this point, and you giggled, pulling her in for another kiss before herding her out of the bathroom.

“Go wait for me by the door, I’ll be there in a minute.” You waited until she followed your instruction, bouncing toward the door like a puppy on a sugar high. The sight made you chuckle under your breath, shaking your head slightly to yourself as you stepped into the bedroom, grabbing your bag and the pair of sunglasses from Satoru’s bedside table before going to meet her by the door.

“You’re gonna get a headache without these,” you told her, holding the sunglasses out to her. She easily accepted them and slipped them on, but she gave you a cheeky grin as she peeked over the tops of them.

“Thought I was doing you a favor,” she teased. “I know how much you like seeing my eyes. On account of them being so pretty and all.”

There was an affectionate smile on your face even as you rolled your eyes at her. “I do like seeing them,” you confirmed, “because they are pretty. Now,” you stood upright again once your shoes were on, and you secured your bag over your shoulder. “Shall we?”

The two of you walked hand in hand to the drugstore, which was luckily only about ten minutes from your shared apartment. Satoru didn’t stop grinning the whole way there, and when you finally reached the display with all the nail polish, her eyes widened.

“How do you ever choose anything?” she asked in disbelief, staring at the dozens of colors arranged before her. Before you could even answer her question, though, she was already throwing more at you. “Does it matter what brand it is? What’s the difference between all these brands, anyways? All nail polish looks the same to me.”

You chuckled softly as she spoke, giving her a moment to finish speaking and to process the display before you started offering suggestions. “No, brand doesn’t really matter, you can just pick whichever color you like the best. And you’re right, they do mostly look the same, but there are some special clear coats you can get, if you want to get a little flashier than just a plain color.”

“Clear coats?” She stared at you, a completely bewildered look in her eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Let’s just start with a base color.”

It took a lot longer than you expected for Satoru to pick a shade of blue, even with how many options she had to pick from, but you never once tried to rush her; clearly this was important to her, and you weren’t going to make her feel like it wasn’t important to you, too, because it was. Eventually she settled on one, though she made you hold it up to her eyes about a dozen times to make sure it was as close of a match as you could get.

“Do you want to look at clear coats now?”

“What does a clear coat even do?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Regular clear coat goes on top of the colored polish once it dries to seal it,” you explained. “It helps the polish last longer on your nails. But some clear coats…” you trailed off for a moment, scanning the display to see if there was an example you could show her. You noticed one after a beat, and your smile brightened. “Add a little extra flavor.” You plucked the bottle from its place on the shelf, presenting it to your girlfriend with a grin. It was a clear coat that contained white and blue glitter, a touch you figured she might appreciate, but you would also completely understand if she wanted to start with just a plain color.

When she saw the bottle in your hand, though, her eyes lit up, and she practically snatched it from you. “I want this one!” she said eagerly, easily holding both the clear coat and the blue she’d selected in one hand.

Her excitement once again drew a giggle from you, and you nodded easily. “Anything you want, baby,” you easily agreed. “Do you want to get any other colors while we’re here?”

Satoru examined the display in front of her again, but after a moment of consideration, she shook her head, the gentle swishing of her snowy hair mesmerizing you for a brief second before she spoke. “No,” she said quietly. “Right now I’m happy with these. Maybe next time I’ll want to try a different color.”

“Alright,” you agreed, taking her free hand once again and tugging her out of the aisle, walking her towards the self checkout. You took the bottles from her just long enough to scan them, then handed them back to her so you could pay for them.

“I can pay for them,” the sorceress tried to argue, but you waved her off.

“Nonsense,” you told her with a grin, already swiping your card. “I can’t let my girl pay for her own nail polish the first time, can I?” You made sure to keep your voice low as you spoke the words, knowing she still wanted to keep her new identity under wraps in public.

Even with your soft tone, the words brought a blush to her cheeks, and she turned her face away slightly as she mumbled something that sounded like “I guess not.”

You smiled to yourself as she relented, taking the receipt from the machine and handing it to Satoru as you placed your card back in your wallet. “C’mon, let’s get you back home so I can paint your nails.”

She practically dragged you back to your apartment after that, and you were honestly a little surprised she didn’t just warp the two of you back, instead. Once you were back home, you had to catch your girlfriend by the arm and remind her to take her shoes off before she raced off, and though she huffed at your words, she cooperated, dutifully removing her shoes and arranging them neatly next to your own.

You could tell she was practically bursting with excitement, and you couldn’t help but grin at her. “Go sit at the coffee table,” you instructed. “I’ll get the rest of the supplies from the bathroom and meet you there in a minute, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Satoru practically tripped over herself in her haste to comply, and you just shook your head.

You made your way into the bathroom, collecting the supplies, even digging out some q-tips and cotton pads from the drawer for the polish remover before joining your partner in the living room.

Already she was squirming with excitement, and as adorable as you found it, you had to give her a small warning. “I need you to be as still as possible for me, okay Toru?” You picked up the bottle of regular clear coat as you spoke, waiting until she had nodded in agreement and settled down before you took her hand.

Your hands were steady as you worked, applying the base coat, then the blue, then the glittery topcoat, blowing lightly on each layer and making sure it was completely dry before applying the next. You didn’t often paint your own nails, and even when you did you were rarely so careful, often making mistakes and having to correct with nail polish remover, but you made sure Satoru’s nails were as flawless as you could get them.

“So?” you asked, once you had confirmed the topcoat was completely dry. “What do you think, baby?”

The frosty haired woman before you was silent for several long moments, just staring at her nails in wide-eyed amazement. “They’re so… pretty,” she eventually answered, finally looking up and meeting your eyes. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you murmured, reaching up and lightly stroking her bangs out of her eyes, even though the strands fell back into place as soon as you removed your fingers. “Anything for you, princess. Just wanna make you happy.”

She blushed once again at your words, gaze dropping down to her nails once again, flustered and unsure what to do with herself. “It feels nice,” she said quietly. “To just… to be able to be a little bit pretty, y’know?”

Despite wanting to promise her she always looked pretty, you knew what she meant; she was still presenting so masculine around everyone else she knew that you could only imagine such a small expression of her newfound femininity would come as a bit of a relief. “We’ll find more pretty things for you, baby. Don’t worry.”

“Promise?” Satoru asked softly, her voice hopeful as she met your eyes over the tops of her sunglasses.

“Promise,” you agreed. “Want you to feel pretty all the time.”

With the pink in her cheek, stretching all the way to the tips of her ears, you found yourself almost overwhelmed with how adorable she looked, so enamored with such a small thing as painted nails. Without even a moment’s hesitation, you leaned forward, tilting her chin slightly with your fingers before stealing a soft kiss from her lips.

Her answering kiss sent your heart fluttering, and you smiled against her lovingly. Yeah, she really was pretty all the time.

i doubt anyone is enjoying this as much as i am but idc this is giving me so much joy fr. anyways there will definitely be more of her in the future!!! so be prepared lol

#gojo #jjk #fallon's fics #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #trans gojo #transfem gojo #dividers by cafekitsune

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wireddless · 8 months

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Domestic Bliss

pairing: Phil Callahan x Reader

word count: 489

warnings: fluff, absolutely none pls enjoy

authors note: creaming over the thought of him as a dad fr, this is super short and sweet, something to get my creative juices flowing again!! anything for phil loml callahan.

@marjorieisreading a year later but i though of your previous request when i wrote this <3

The telltale turn of the doorknob was silent as Phil got home from his late shift. It turns out that your wife having a baby wont buy you much family time when the station was still restructuring after Hopp’s disappearance. Phil had quickly learned to be silent on nights like these, not wanting to risk waking a baby.

It was with a heavy, almost leaden heart that Phil resumed his shifts two weeks after the birth of your daughter. You had assured him that all would well and that you could handle a baby, your baby. He practically wept his first morning back, truly wishing he could stay home longer, but you reassured him that he was still taking care of both of you by going to work.

You never said that you wouldn’t be truly and entirely exhausted however. Phil careened straight to the nursery where he found both of his girls sleeping in the rocking chair, illuminated only by the plug-in nightlight. His heart melted on the spot. Before deciding to scoop Nadine up, he snagged the point and shoot camera from the kitchen to capture this moment.

The flash startled him, but didn’t wake either of the sleeping ladies. Carefully, he set the camera down on the dresser before moving Nadine to the crib, only stirring her a little. Her coos silenced soon after being set down, so Phil felt comfortable enough to help move his sleeping wife.

Your silent groans turned into small vocalizations. “Phil?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Phil’s voice was soft. “It’s me, baby, let's get you to bed, hm?” You didn’t open your eyes to respond, letting Phils arms come up under yours.

“-nd Nadine?” You spoke questioningly.

“Fast asleep, sweetheart.” Phil kissed your head and quickly lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

With a little ‘hup,’ Phil carried you into your shared bedroom, your head laying on his shoulder with your hair draping down. Gently he tucked you in, repeating his actions just two minutes prior, instead with a grown woman.

The next morning, you woke later than her new norm. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds, and the house was silent, aside from the delicious cacophony emanating from the kitchen. The droning sound and aroma of sizzling bacon flooded your senses, all but ripping a moan of hazy excitement from you. As you shuffled closer to the kitchen, you could hear Phil humming away, and speaking in a small lilted voice to your daughter.

They were beautiful, practically best friends already. The sun lit up the kitchen, and in turn, Phil, in the most delightful way. In one arm, Nadine rested her head on his shoulder, chewing on her hand, and the other arm reached out to flip a piece of bacon with a fork. Illuminated by the sun, his dark curls were unbrushed, and a glowing hue of chestnut.

He wasn't even wearing his glasses yet.

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luvlyhyunjin · 10 hours

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wanted to send you this ask sooner but i fell asleep 😭😭 but you're so right hyunyn are so i love you it's ruining my life coded it's actually crazy, and my girl y/n is so the prophecy x waolom coded too :-( and i feel like some lyrics of tsmwel fit hyune's pov of the events and so long london fits with y/n's pov kinda, they were born to be the alchemy but are destined to loml (im losing it fr)

as always the written chapter was stunning, i feel like you could really see where each of them stand in this one bc their feelings and povs were so gorgeously juxtaposed at once and it made the entire thing so much more cathartic :-( but i'm a y/n girl through and through so i'll defend her in her rights AND her wrongs, i do think hyune was being unfair to her ngl and it was addressed in the chapter itself but it's crazy that he actively refused so listen to what she had to say and then went out of his way to reproach her for something he knows she had little control over.... plus idk him always assuming she's lying about everything just doesn't sit right with me, her having to literally pass out in front of him for him to realise that he was doing to much was crazy too. ik he's going through many things at once too and it's easier to villainise y/n in his mind as a coping mechanism but most of the things y/n do deserve some grace i feel, especially since she did show him and others that she changed for the better and now has a much healthier mindset, and i feel like we're forgetting that yeosang was the main instigator in this whole situation and it isn't fair for y/n to shoulder his responsibility in all of this either

but i'm so glad they're making amends with themselves and allowing themselves this second?? third?? chance that they really do deserve 🥹 and thank you sm for the update, sending you big big hugs as always 🫂🩷🩷

i agree yn is so prophecy coded and hyune is so tsmwel, stop im lit so sad cus the alchemy is my fav song and i want it to be them so bad but it doesnt fit:( at least not yet (i will make sure to make it fit tho)

i saw a lot of ppl talking about hyunjin and i understand how he might appear cruel specially since we've been in yn pov all this time and we saw/felt her pain and suffering but i think with hyunjin's personality the way hes acting aligns. like him being really strong headed and stubborn when he's hurt or when his values are being tested (example: when him and yeji were on rocky grounds before and he was mean to her bc of the whole yeosang thing where felix was still really kind even tho he didnt agree w yeji either)

another trait of his is that he's really protective of ppl he cares about and even cares for them more than he cares about himself (like when jyp gossip posts about him he doesnt care but when they're hurting yn he's willing to take action against them) and i think that what makes everything complicated to him. its the fact that yeji was the main victim in this which is why when him and yuna talk earlier he also tells her "this would be so much easier if she just hurt me alone"

sorry for talking so much ahdawjw im very passionate as you can tell :D thank you for writing to me this was a blessing to read, sending you big hugs right back <33

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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This is what boredom does to me fr 😔

UGHHHHHHHH Damn if only the loml would be here so I could suck his dick off frfr

omg this is giving me all heelead energy fr fr. lol. are these real texts? or is this a smau? either way, i'm loving it. i'm loving the possessive energy, its so heethan.

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lxmiko · 1 year

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here for the matchup 🔥🔥 as an excuse to talk to u LMAO

i’m very keen on separating school from my personal life, so i don’t talk at all, keep to myself and give nonverbal responses such as nods, shakes, shrugs and thumbs ups. i’m not concerned about social status in school since that’s something that won’t matter to me much later, either

despite that, when it comes to approaching people i’m all for it and i tend to lead my friend groups. my love language is quality time and gifting people, and being a bitch to them especially, but i do like to let them know i care i’m just not good at letting them know verbally

i have interests in marine biology, especially crustaceans, whales and sharks. i also have a fat crush on optimus prime the truck the transformer the loml. i like talking about them but it’s hard for me to focus on anything else, since i’m task driven and things like that or distractions take me off the grind 💔💔 i’m a heavy cleaner too

i tend to be a massive cunt and being immaturely petty is so fun lolol i seem rude but really i’m just socially unaware apparently and i say what’s in my mind. i’m harsh to people but i say what’s true, as well as comforting them in other ways

first matchup fr!!

disclaimer: this is solely my opinion of which character i believe suits you the most based on the description you wrote!! sorry if it isn’t who you thought it’d be ;;

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i match you up with… vox akuma!

have you met this guy D: he will never NOT bite back when you bitch at him

he’s extremely keen on trying to fluster you while you’re showing love, whether it be sitting in the same room as him while he streams, or doing domestic tasks like cleaning the house together and/or cooking

he’ll turn to give you a sly smile even if you ignore him and takes every jab you give him with a grin

he’ll respond to you the same way you talk to him, speaking honestly and quite honestly, he’s not one to have a filter either :oo

he appreciates gifts wholeheartedly, and probably has an area in his room for all the gifts you’ve given him

but i hope you know he’ll be giving you twice as many gifts!! he’s an extremely giving person, and pays attention to things you glance at when the two of you go out, and gets you things pertaining to your hobbies

vox can talk enough for the both of you, and he doesn’t mind that you’re sometimes quiet or private about your life

while he encourages you and reassures you that you can talk to him about anything, he never pushes you to talk about anything you wouldn’t want to

he learns to read your expressions very well, being observant enough to the point that you could give him a look and he’d know what was on your mind

he’s a great listener, and finds it adorable when you talk about your interests, and will probably try to search up things about your hobbies and such as a way to contribute to the conversation whenever you bring them up

have you seen his fnaf smash or pass stream D:!!??!? he has no problems with your love for optimus prime, and he probably feels the same way as you about the transformer ^^

overall, he doesn’t mind how socially unaware you may be, since he, for one, is one smooth mother fucker, and can read people very well !! he’ll aid you in situations where you may not understand the social circumstances of what’s going on, and can explain them thoroughly to you :D

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#luxiem #vox akuma #matchups #iruc #sorry if it’s a little short!!#trying not to overwork myself while providing content ^^

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kitten4sannie · 11 months

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hi my love <3 how have you been?? are you talking care of yourself?? >:(( (idk if you remember but!!) the con i went to this past weekend was so fun!! i always have a great whenever i go to conventions (despite the sore limbs and sweat) i did cosplay this year too even tho it was WAY too hot but it was totally worth it!! i also didn't spend too much money either i had so much restraint it was so tempting to buy everything in sight but i'm proud of myself hehe

but anyway!!! i love you so much!!! like whenever i'm busy sometimes my brain goes: aly is so cool tell her you love her and i'm like omg you're so right she's so amazing and beautiful and wonderful and literally my loml <333

–vamp anonnie (come here so i can kiss u rn)

hello my lovely vamp anonnie <3 how are youuu? <3 i hope you’re treating yourself with kindness and doing self care when you can :3 tbh i’ve been fighting my demons tooth and nail but i’ve been here before so i won’t give up! i have more support this time too so i’m hanging in there :) plus i have you dropping in and giving me your love and i’m very grateful for that 💞 omg yes the convention! i’m so glad you had a great time :’) i feel that tho i was sweating my balls off at anime expo the last time i went ;-; i bet you looked so cute in your cosplay 😚 yayy im proud of you too <3 you’re better than me tho i remember one time i spent like 40 dollars just on a replica of kaneki’s mask from tokyo ghoul sjsndb.

i won’t lie i actually teared up a bit when i read that the first time … like you have no idea how much you mean to me esp bc you always seem to send these when i need them most like how do you do that? does my heart send distress signals out to you? ;-; but fr ilysm tooo ahhh 💞💞💞

#ask #my vamp anon ❣️#sending virtual kisses your way mwahmwahmwahh #♡ i love queue ♡

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monstersliveinthemirror · 9 days

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My TTPD First Listen Reactions:

1. Fortnight: ~what about your quiet treason~ HAHAH THIS HURTS BECAUSE HE MOVED TO FLORIDA WITH HIS WIFE 😂😭

2. The tortured poets department: I definitely feel like I would like this more if I was stoned rn. ~who's gonna know you like me!!!!!~ ~sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me~

3. My boy only breaks his favorite toys: the delusion of "I'll tell you that he runs because he loves me" okay 😭😭 he saw forever so he smashed it up in ONCE I FIX ME HE'S GONNA MISS ME ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

4. Down bad: what an accurate break up song lmao. ~fuck you if I can't have us~

5. So long London: "and I'm pissed off you let me give all that youth for free" yeah fuck me spending my 20s in love with you 😡😡

6. But Daddy I love him: I wish I had this song when I was 15 and rebellious also is this song about fucking swifties who lost it when she and Matty were together

7. Fresh out of the slammer: this song broke me. "All those night she kept me going SWIRLED YOU INTO ALL MY POEMS" 😭. (But also I really am not a fan of the weird beat change toward the end??)

8. Florida!!!: fuck me up Florida fr. I think this might be my favorite??

9. Guilty as sin?: I am going to throw up. They don't know you how you've haunted me so stunningly. I choose you and me, religiously 😭😭😭😭 am I allow to cry?????

10. Who's afraid of little old me?: this one is gonna have to grow on me, I think. Okay actually now that I'm into it, it's grown on me lmao

11. I can fix him (no really I can): this is...okay. just okay.

12. Loml: literally crying immediately. "I felt a glow like this, never before and never since" 😭 "I felt a hole like this, never before and ever since" 😭😭😭 LOSS OF MY LIFE??? This fuckin broke me.

13. I can do it with a broken heart: holy whiplash. A BOP????? Incredible. Wow. I love this. Thanks for rubbing how much better you are than me in my face Taylor lmao

14. The smallest man who ever lived: verse three makes this song tbh.

15. The alchemy: aw I miss that happy in love everything is meant to be feeling.

16. Clara Bow: promise to be dazzling (I need a pinky promise emoji) the outro 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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17. The Black Dog: "and I may never open up the way I did for you" 😭😭😭 holy fuck just break me why don't you. "I still can't believe it"

18. imgonnagetyouback: Olivia Rodrigo has the chance to do the funniest thing ever here lmaoooo "say you got someone else say I got someone too" wow wow wow PICK YOUR POISON BABE I'M POISON EITHER WAY????!!!!!

19. The Albatross: I don't think I have anymore coherent thoughts right now but I dig it??

20. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: cause I wonder will I always wonder????????? 🥺

21. How did it end? I really wanted to like this one but I'm not there yet lol the tempo is just weird

22. So high school: this is so cute omg

23. I hate it here: I'm lonely but I'm good I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine.......this place made me feel worthless. It's ok I don't live in Charleston anymore.

24. thanK you aIME: IMAGINE ANDREA SWIFT HATING YOU I really like this one it's kinda like mean

25. I look in people's windows: "I'm afflicted by the not knowing" babe me too "does it feel alright to not know me I'm addicted to the "if only"" SCREAMING.

26. The prophecy: fuck man fuck fuck fuck.

27. Cassandra: oh this is for the Greek mythology girlies huh? Alright I'm in.

28. Peter: yes babe more piano pls hahah do you know how long it took me to realize this was referencing Peter Pan I'm so dumb

29. The Bolter: "excellent fun 'til you get to know her" me too.

30. Robin: this one is really sweet omg

31. The Manuscript: but the story isn't mine anymore 🥺

#ttpd #Taylor swift #alex reacts

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angelprinz · 2 years

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i think there's a unique hotness to someone drinking while doing you,, just them raising the whole bottle up to their lips as they roughly snap their hips against yours before tossing it as if it wasn't made of glass (you're both lucky it landed on the bed or else that's gonna be a tricky clean up)!! the messy kisses and pauses with warm breaths tickling your skin, just smelling the alcohol would make my stomach twist so much <3

OH and it gets a million times hotter when they're not too much of a drinker, maybe you coaxed them to drink a few while they were riled up,, either way, diluc and thoma on my mind when i woke up with this thought <333

not really dark content, but have it as a lovely morning greeting from me while i do work and wait for genshin maintenance but no pressure to respond, i'll sit and be cute in your asks anytime anyways hehe!! mwamwa, here's to a good day ahead for you, sweetie!

- honey anon

oh most definitely. drunk sex to me is quite hilarious because you're so much sluggish than what you must be thinking? but it still feels so heightened because your senses are off and mmm yeah <3 being sober while you get diluc drunk n horny for you >< he he loml fr.

#laven_talks #honey anon <3 #tw. alcohol #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #diluc smut #thoma smut #diluc x you #thoma x you

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eternallyhyucks · 3 years

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nct dream as a skater bf

requested by: @feyregels (sorry it took so long !!)

pairing: skater! nct dream x gn! reader

word count: 644

genre/warnings: fluff, none

—note: this is my first time trying something like this!! i hope you like it :)

𖤐 ྀ

when you met him, he was probably using haechan’s skateboard so you assumed he was a skater boy and just😍

then when you two started talking you found out he actually wasnt but you still liked him bc hes mark, who doesnt like him🙄

assuming you skate, you would probably want to teach him how to just to complete his look

knowing him, he’d either get the hang of it super quick or be so bad that you cant even continue to teach him

either way dating mark is fun no matter what he is

haechan

WILL bully u if u suck

but if he also sucks, he’ll get butthurt if u bullied him about it

would probably help you out at first but when u get better, he’d make sure to purposefully push u so you fall and then laugh

WHY AM I MAKING HIM SEEM LIKE A REAL BULLY HELP (maybe bc he is🙄) PLS DONT BULLY ME HES MY ULT

anyways he would probably want to skate with you all the time tbh

jaemin

hyper. he is a hyper skater bf

idk i feel like most ~skater guys~ seem / act dead all the time but jaemin?? acting dead ???? not a thing !!

he’d probably be on a coffee high all day but lucky for him, u are too

something about a hyper couple amirite😍😍

skating with him would be fun bc he would probably take you on dates to the skate park things all the time

he seems like the type to be a skater boy but be really bad at skating lmao

it’s okay skater bf jaemin on the outside, regular jaemin on the inside😇

living the hannah montana life fr☝️

renjun

he would paint his skateboard

like he’d probably paint the bottom cool designs so it’d be custom to him

you could even help him paint it

and if he taught u how to skate, he’d help you paint yours !!!!

im sorry his is short :( i couldnt think of much more for him😞

jeno

the quiet type <3

he probably keeps to himself most if the time and just skates around non-crowded areas like local parks instead of skate parks

he seems like he wouldnt approach anyone, but if they approach him, he’d be more than happy to talk to them

you: hi i love ur skating

him: omg thank u so much ur the loml now ( ◠‿◠ )

LMAO thatd just be me nvm

anyways he would 100% gladly teach u how to skate bc it’d make him the happest boy alive

chenle

the loud skater

does something cool and shows it off

“omg did you guys see how cool that was??”

“ugh i am so good”

you: 🤨

WOULD try and impress you all the time

good thing u were impressed before he tried harder for you

dont tell him that though, his ego is already over the moon

will tell you that ur skating sucks even if it doesnt just so he can show off

jisung

also a quiet one, but would probably be more reserved than jeno

would skate around his neighborhood or around his house instead of parks

thats too public for he poor boy

u would probably be walking around and see him and just heart eyes

you’d be fascinated and approach him and he would think ur trying to kidnap him or something

if you asked him to teach you, he would ACTUALLY just stare at the ground and say he doesnt know how to skate

i can picture it so well PLS

anyways pls beg him to teach you bc he end up would loving it so much :(

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#this was so fun #requested #nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #mark lee #huang renjun #zhong chenle #lee haechan #haechan imagines #mark lee imagines #renjun imagines #chenle imagines #lee jeno #jeno imagines #park jisung #nct jisung imagines #eternallyhyucks

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sukifans · 3 years

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aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)

SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message

loml: ladies, i need a girls night

loml: desperately

babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows

fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰

loml: y/n??

you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...

fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh

babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg

you: 😅

loml: TRAITOR BITCH

fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS

babygorl: WHORE

you: bruh.mp3

you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME

babygorl: lying is a sin y/n

babygorl: sinner

loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha

loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg

fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr

you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW

you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND

you: UNLIKE YOU RATS

fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀

you: STOP

loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen

you: HE’S NOT HOT

babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...

babygorl: his biceps 🥴

fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”

loml loved “his biceps 🥴”

you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!

fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl: uh huh yeah sure

loml: yall hear sumn?

NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)

“hey i’m omw up!”

you: whatever you guys suck

you: i gtg

fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW

babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!

loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)

you: desgostang.jpg

You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.

Idiots.

That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.

Definitely not.

The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”

“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”

Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.

Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...

You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.

“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.

You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”

“Why? You’re already taller than him.”

“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”

Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”

“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”

You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.

Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.

But you would certainly not “tap that.”

Well...

No. You would not.

You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.

For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.

You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—

“Okay, so basically—”

Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.

“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”

Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?

He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.

“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.

“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”

Fuck it.

Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.

He blinked. You blinked.

The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.

You bolted.

“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)—“

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.

“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“

“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”

“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”

He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.

“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.

“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.

You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.

“Sokka!”

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”

“Nice, dude!”

“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.

“Who were they?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Sokka.”

“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”

“Mine doesn’t.”

“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Making fun of me!”

“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.

“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.

“You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”

“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.

“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”

“Nope.”

Oh.

A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!

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yokshi-unbeliebubble · 3 years

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First impressions of your moots vs impression now

First impression

@yutahoes the way my eyes literally went wide and sparkled when I was reading her fic on wattpad........ sure it's hard to find decent yuta fics on here too but it's even worse on wattpad. So the first thing I thought was how talented she is. Then when we first talked she seemed really friendly and easy to talk to. Like, you can keep a random conversation going with her for hours and it won't get boring.

@jaesqueso I was thinking maybe it's time for me to learn how to start conversations because damn... she seems nice. I honestly don't remember how we started talking but when I saw her following me I had to refresh and check again to make sure it happened.

@yourfavwriter intimidating, simply intimidating bcs the theme. Amazing writer. Did I ever talk we'd talk? Not really. Did I expect to enjoy talking to her as much as I do? Maybe a bit

@hellofuturejeno uh yk when you see someone you'd wanna befriend but you can't seem to be able to start conversations or anything? That's her for me

Now

@yutahoes it's something like being friends with your idol irl, that's how I still feel. She's a jewel in the fandom. Cheesy, in the best way. Fr tho she could be a murderer and I'd still say she's an angel 🤷🏻‍♀️ it'll never change

@jaesqueso literally became the older sibling I've always wished to have. Is one of the sweetest people i know. Understanding. Gives advice better than anyone else (not the basic stuff google would give you, no, what she says actually works). A friend I always wanna have in my life. Loml.

@yourfavwriter softie omg so cute I can't take the the serious anymore. Reminds me of what jisung said about jeno, no additional explanation.

@hellofuturejeno no comment

I guess I'm a good observer most of the time...

I'm sorry if I forgot anyone, I don't interact much with people here

It's either I forgot, or we haven't been talking recently

There are other people I wanna mention here but I feel like it's still in the first impression level

#♡asks♡#♡anon♡

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smores100 · 4 years

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once again we’re in full agreement lol. What’s your take on s3 remakes you’ve watched? Wondering how you feel about Skam FR as it’s kind of a similar situation to me where the chemistry & beauty is there but the writing and style is iffy (overwrought &overdramatic). My favorite s3 is druck. As a wlw I had high hopes for españa but it was p slow/v desexualized—a whole discussion, but my other gay friend & I were disappointed given how remakes with guys don’t hold back in that respect.. Thoughts?

Honestly re: wtfock tho I really do wonder if they had like one good writer in the room surrounded by fools. Bc it really does feel like some group projects I’ve been in where I feel like I’m the only one who’s not a fucking fool and carry the whole thing while having to fend off bad ideas (but when the majority rules, those bad ideas/execution get put in). I wonder if that’s what happened w wtfock.

re: wtfock, lol group projects are the worst….idk what wtfock’s writing process was like, but i’d love to know it. according to their wiki there were 3 writers this season? all seem to be male, naturally. did the two other writers have good ideas but there was a main writer who overruled them and did his own thing? or maybe they’re the rl one brain cell squad, that would explain a lot :p in any case, i’m unimpressed (friday’s clips did not help with that).

as for the other part of your ask….oh damn i have so many Thoughts on that, lol. this is probably gonna get long and messy, but you asked for it!

* druck - my absolute favorite. it’s the only one i’ve watched since s1, so that definitely played a part in my emotional investment and attachment. still, there was more to it than that. it was the closest to og imo in vibe and style (it felt small, real, lowkey, quiet, natural like og, as opposed to - as you said - overwrought and overdramatic + overproduced like the others); they cast an actual trans guy to play a trans character, if you wanna talk about a skam remake doing something REVOLUTIONARY? druck is the one; i loved matteo’s and david’s characterizations, how they both had a bit of isak and even in them, and the role reversal in some scenes, made things feel fresh *and* fit their characters/story; i LOVE that teens matteo and david were played by actual teens michi and lukas!! they’ve completely ruined me for all other remakes, bc thissssss is how it’s supposed to be! thisssss is how it should look like! THEY ARE KIDDOS. and they (druck and michi/lukas) truly captured what it’s like to be young and fall in love for the first time, the awkwardness and the nervousness and stuttering and fumbling around, the softness and pureness and innocence of it all!!! also they have THE BEST dynamic - other people might prefer all the hot kissing and steamy making out and the smouldering looks, but me? i just couldn’t get enough of their dumb chaotic energy, best friends who love each other deeply and are also constantly little shits to one another. gimme them pranking each other and playfighting every day! and then being soft and THE HANDS and matteo being a clingy koala basking in david’s affection :3 i also loved how for the most part they didn’t just copy/paste og’s storyline, they made some changes and knew how to make *other* changes accordingly for it to make sense and fit the story *they* were telling - for example, replacing the ‘call your gf’ scene with matteo’s panic attack/breakdown (one of my fave scenes), or their reunion at the end of ep 7 (replacing the desperate kissing + sex with a comforting and relieved yet also bittersweet and melancholic hug), or even matteo getting advice from his drug dealer instead of the school’s doctor, lol. also THE BEST BOY SQUAD, hands down. and matteo is my favorite isak bc to me he felt like his own character instead of just another isak, he was different and reletable and a constant Mood. that being said - it wasn’t perfect and it had its issues. there were a few times when i did feel they stuck too close to og scenes and it didn’t *entirely* work for me, just felt a bit off; i will forever be disappointed that they didn’t directly address and acknowledge matteo’s mental state/depression, bc there were enough signs imo to indicate that he did suffer from something. they mentioned ‘therapy’ in mia’s, alex’s and kiki’s cases, i truly thought they would with matteo as well, but alas, they dropped the ball on that one; i was extremely upset with david’s outing, but i’ve since calmed down and have managed to see it in a more positive light, tho i still have mixed feelings about it and am not fully on board with that decision, still wish it had been done differently (but at least! it wasn’t brushed off and was addressed immediately and eventually led to david having agency and yelling out his pain!!! which was good and important and cathartic); also eps 8 and 9 were pretty messy writing-wise, things either didn’t make sense or would’ve made more sense had the clips were organized differently (that random ping pong clip….?). overall tho, the good outweighed the bad, and it remains my fave

* skam france - now that’s a tricky one. the way i felt about it in the first half of the season, is different from the way i felt about it in the second half of the season, is different from the way i feel about ever since watching druck’s s3. it’s funny you should say how similar it is to wtfock for you, bc i’ve been thinking the same thing for quite some time. those neighboring countries sure have a shared flair for the dramatic! fr’s s3 was pretty much the first s3 i watched (i gif-watched half of skamit, couldn’t get into it). i wasn’t planning to (i was extremely unimpressed by the couple of s1 eps i tried watching, and same by axel’s acting in those first two seasons), but even is the loml and they got me gooood with their eliott pov trailer, which might have affected my excitement over it during the first half. back then i really enjoyed it for the most part, despite some clips being rushed or missing the point thus not fully having the required effect (their locker room scene, for example, or the ‘generalizations are bad’ convo), or how much i hated basile (a character so obviously written by a man it’s amazing), or the cheesy piano music. there were enough good things for me to focus on instead (more in a bit) that i could ignore the things i didn’t like or weren’t as good imo. however, all the positivity got sucked out of me when yann noped tf out after lucas came out to him bc WAY TO MISS THE POINT OF SKAM!!! and things went downhill after the director’s IT’S NOT DISNEYLAND IT’S FRANCE 2019 comment. i’m getting all upset just thinking about it, but to say *that*, to explain that horrendous decision bc lowkey homophobic reactions are realistic!!! only to THEN be all ‘haha jk yann isn’t homophobic! we just wanted you to *think* he was! he’s actually an awesome friend who took several days to reflect on all his past wrongdoings while his bff was at home having a nervous breakdown bc he believed his bff hated him!’ ughhhhhhhhh, miss me with that shit. great that they had yann apologizing for his past comments, but the way in which it was done was for pure shock value and angst, completely ooc for his character (all season he was all ‘tell me tell me tell me let me help let me help let me help’ only to do *that*?? nahh), and interesting how out of everyone the only black character was the only one with a negative reaction (remind you of anyone), highlighted even more during ep 7 aka the ott lucas coming out tour. then ep 8, that should have been 100% all lucas and eliott and building up to eliott’s manic episode suddenly had that weird random pov changing clip in the middle of it which truly wtf, basile was still basile, lucas thanked chloe for outing him, more scenes felt rushed, they had sex in school where people could come and go in front of huge windows in broad daylight and luckily didn’t get poisoned from licking all that paint! and i did not like the flatshare, i absolutely hated mika and lisa kicking lucas out of his room - which he pays rent for! - and manon not even trying to put up a fight, and them being like ‘roommate isn’t just a place, it’s a way of living. that’s a family, and you’re more like a cousin.’ ‘a second cousin.’ ughhhhhh and then when eliott was recovering from his depressive episode, they *still* didn’t give lucas his room back or at least let eliott stay there, he was sleeping on the couch, i’m aldjlajdafj. can’t believe i’m gonna say it, but TAKE NOTES FROM WTFOCK. tl;dr there were some good moments in the second half, but i was feeling bitter more often than not about certain things, so my enjoyment wasn’t as high as when it first started. and after watching druck, druck’s brand is definitely much more my style. plus, i was already struggling with making myself believe axel and maxence were in their teens, but after druck it’s completely impossible, so i just pretend they’re in college or something lol. all my issues with it aside, i’d still rate it higher than wtfock, bc overall the writing was better, more coherent, and made much more sense. i also liked lucas’ friendship with the girls; i loved that instead of copying the underwater kiss + 21:21 like some others have, they came up with their own thing i.e. polaris, which i thought was lovely; the lucas/manon crying in the middle of the night together in front of the tv was one of my fave scenes of the season; also love how we were introduced to eliott on the first week! and they spent time together! and specifically the piano playing scene, ohhhh; and in general elu are sweet and i reeeeally like axel and maxence and their friendship. so yeah, it had some major issues, but i’d rather have a coherent story with something done for shock value and drama ONCE than an incoherent story with several shock value moments.

* skam espana - sorry to hear you girls were disappointed! i only watched half of it, so i can only comment on what i saw. i decided to binge watch s1 and give s2 a shot when i heard they were giving cris isak’s story - it felt a bit weird to me, but it was also something different and new, and i did have an appreciation for their decision to have a wlw season (also much more revolutionary to me than showing a gay bashing), so i was intrigued and willing to try it. sadly i didn’t really vibe with s1? it’s totally a personal preference i think, maybe even a cultural thing idk, but it felt very fast and loud and hectic to me, idrk how to explain it. i was just more into the chill more lowkey vibe of druck and skamnl. but i still gave s2 a shot, and idk, it still wasn’t my cup of tea. i thought it was ok for the most part, but there were some things that bothered me - joana/cris felt underdeveloped to me? and things b/w them felt like they were moving so fast from the second they met, like jona was so intense and forward ALL THE TIME, they had like 6 almost kisses in a really short time, like shhh slow down. i remember disliking their ‘call your gf’ scene, it felt really petty and kinda mean to me? bc i felt like joana came on to cris *really* strongly and *very* frequently, so cris was more than entitled to feel hurt and betrayed when she found out joana had a bf, but then cris was kissing a dude and joana positioned herself and her bf in front of cris so she’d see them kissing too, and i just didn’t like bc seriously?? cris is valid, just apologize to her and explain?? idr much else tbh, they had some really cute and sweet scenes afterwards, i’m still against doing the underwater kiss + 21:21 so i was kinda meh about that (tho aesthetically speaking it was BEAUTIFUL, and i’m like, fiiiiine girls deserve an underwater kiss too, i’ll allow it just this once!), and that cuddling clip in ep 6 i think was sweet and the last one i watched. like i said, i was less vibing with this remake, and iirc it was going on during druck’s s3 and skamnl’s s2 - which were my faves, plus skamfr was on too i think and i was lowkey following it too, so….there was just too much all at once and something had to go, and it was skamesp. it was also around the time when panaphobia-gate happened, so *shrugs* i’m not wlw myself so your opinion on it being desexualized is probably more valid than mine? i just know when i did watch, there was a lot of kissing and making out and being cute and touchy with each other, so i thought it was ok? as i’ve mentioned before, i don’t need to see a naked butt or anything like that to *get* it lol, i thought they were lovely! but that’s just me. i will say that my faaaave part was most definitely the cris/amira friendship. they were so wonderful! one of the best skam friendships imo. i might one day go back and finish the season just for the heck of it, but they didn’t do anything major or highly offensive that made me have negative feelings towards it, it was just a personal preference + circumstances (too many remakes!) that made me be less into it and drop it before the end.

#phallusophical #replies #sorry for the gigantic wall of text!#but like i said - you asked! haha #i'd put this under a read more but my blog theme makes it harder to read there so....sorry!#all those who aren't interested in my opinions just quickly scroll past this just this one time ty #aaaaanyway hope this answered your question??? 😊#skam remakes #long post #druck #skam france #wtfock #skam spain

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