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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining.#sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he.#bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me #because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him #which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he #friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on --#-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes.#not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs #a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know #he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks #but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post #when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock #and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot #so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th #waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't #- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought #a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is #'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.'#not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the #fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes #“that... isn't normal. is it?” and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go “no buddy. no it isn't” bc i think the idea is funny.#sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months

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Hi, is it ok to request a platonic headcanons for Slendy, Masky and Hoodie with a quiet but nice preteen reader.

Like the reader is the definition of silent but sweet, and most of the time has a neutral or deadpan expression on their face, but shows their kindness in other ways like flower crowns or making sweets for others. And the rare moments when the reader speaks or even smiles a little is basically instant serotonin to the three pastas

Masky, Hoodie, and Slenderman x quiet!sweet!preteen!reader (platonic)

sorry for the wait!! i was kind of trying to come up with ideas for this, i promise i wasnt ignoring your request TToTT mmm i wan scramble egg i think imma make some after i do my daily writing eheheh

SLENDERMAN:

not much talking is done between the two of you, the man isnt much of a talker either. but that doesnt mean you guys arent close or that he doesnt speak to you.. because he sure does every now and then. bonus if youre just a normal kid and hes looking after you (gosh i love the found family/kid being protected by monster trope), he makes sure you get to different places safely. you know hes always there. you see his cheekbones raise when you decide to speak.. dries out the flower crowns you give him so they can be preserved.. you dont have to make sweets for him, he doesnt have much need for them nor does he really have the capabilities to digest it

MASKY:

ooo okay so this one is interesting because hes not as lax and social as hoodie is, but hes not hostile to you. sometimes pockets the sweets you give him and snacks on them over the course of a few days if its something thats easily transportable or something (think homemade candies or small cookies).. nods approvingly when he gets around to trying it. he can speak but like you he doesnt do it much, so he can relate to your silence... gives you a thumbs up when you do talk.. he doesnt want to make a big deal out of it since... well he doesnt think its that much of a big deal but also, he doesnt want you to possibly get overwhelmed and not speak again.. does that make sense? speaking from my personal experiences here tbh

HOODIE:

i like to think sometimes he picks flowers on his way to you so you can make a crown, small stuff like that since he knows your interests and wants you to flourish in them/be able to do them... plus you can find loads of cool/pretty flowers all over the place where hes going (....half of the plants he gives you are weeds.. but its the thought that counts). similar to the other two, he understands your quietness, in my hc hoodie doesnt talk at all, rather he communicates through writing and sign language! while masky is a bit more uptight about routine and stuff, hoodie can be a little more relaxed about that sort of thing. loves the treats you make, he has a sweet tooth. teaches you sign language, generally a useful skill to have esp since he uses it to communicate + it gives you something to speak through if you cant verbally express it.. you guys probably bake together in the kitchen, you guys both experiment with recipes

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #slenderman x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman imagine #masky x reader #masky x you #masky imagine #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #hoodie imagine

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 1 year

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Wildest dreams, pt. 20

Summary: Paul comes home.

Warnings: angst, mentions of a forest fire, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing

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Paul didn't know what he'd come home to. He left Y/N in bed after they found the courage to be open about each other's feelings. For the longest time, Paul didn't expect to even dream of having her smile at him let alone hold her delicate heart in his rough, calloused hands and yet somehow it came to be.

Will she forgive him for his disappearance act now?

Truth be told, he wasn't fully aware he was awake when he walked into the forest. Paul was convinced he dreamed the whole thing until he arrived at the tree that haunted his dreams. The pack stayed back to put out the fire once the flame swallows his nightmares, but he couldn't stand another moment in its vicinity.

He had to come back to her.

Taking a deep breath, he opens the door slowly. Maybe she's gone home, or maybe she is somewhere out there looking for him, there are many possibilities. Still, Paul's heart told him otherwise. It flickers in his chest whenever she's near, despite his eyes being robbed of her lovely presence. Her scent lingers in the air, her heartbeat reaching his ears with the very first step he takes.

Letting out a shuddered breath, Paul nods to himself. Even if she's angry with him, at least she's here. She didn't leave and he takes comfort in that fact.

"I think you might want to turn around", Jacob tells her just as Paul reaches the doorway.

Y/N is sat on his kitchen floor, an empty bucket of ice cream demolished on the floor next to her.

Her head whips around, their eyes locked on each other as a light gasp passes her parted lips.

Paul raises his brows, "I thought you hated chocolate ice cream".

"I needed serotonin", she remarks before pushing herself off the ground and straight into his arms.

Her body collides with Paul’s who grunts at the impact, but his arms wrap around her tightly in an instant. If it were up to him, this is what life should be. He'd never let her leave his embrace, having her so close makes it easier to breathe.

She can be infuriating, but Paul would take all of that, forever if possible, just to keep her safe and a part of her must know this.

"You might wanna get a room", Jacob rolls his eyes and heads for the door.

"I got a whole house, you're the one trespassing", Paul smirks as he feels Y/N press a kiss onto his collarbone.

"Be nice", she warns sweetly, unable to muster up any anger. After thinking the worst, Y/N was far too happy to have Paul back where he belongs - in her arms...in her life.

Huffing, Paul nods. "Thank you for keeping her company."

"Anytime", Jacob replies. "And I do mean that", he gives Y/N a pointed look and she chuckles.

"Alright, alright. See you later?"

And with a slight nod, Jacob left the two alone.

Leaning her head back on his chest, Y/N sighs heavily.

"I'm sorry", he says softly as his hands trail down to the small of her back.

"Shh", she tightens her embrace. "It's fine."

"If it helps, I didn't plan on disappearing today."

"I know", she pulls back ever so slightly, angling her head to meet his gaze. Tears linger in his eyes and she can't help but notice the dark circles surrounding them. He seems exhausted and haunted by something she's not privy to, but he doesn't want to talk about it. Not yet. For once, she won't force the matter either.

"I thought you'd be mad at me", Paul's lips spread, flashing his pearly whites at her and she couldn't help but smile back.

"I wasn't angry", she admits, "I was terrified." Lips quivering, she shrugs meekly. "I wish you'd talk to me about what you're going through, but I won't push you. Just promise you'll tell me when you're ready."

Leaning down, he pecks her forehead. "I will."

"Okay", she presses her lips in a thin line. "So...do you wanna share a shower and order a pizza after?"

Raising his left brow, Paul's mouth falls open. "Share a shower?" His eyes widen, "TOGETHER?"

"That's what share typically implies", she grins. "Or I can shower alone." Slowly pulling down her shorts, Y/N smiles teasingly, "Your choice."

Biting his lower lip he chuckles, placing his right hand over his stomach. “I never understood it before”, Paul steps closer as her eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. “The whole ‘fluttering butterflies in your stomach’ thing”, his lips spread in a grin. Noticing her cheeks darkening, Paul lets out a sigh in disbelief. “Thank you for making it perfectly clear what it means to truly fall in love with someone.”

Sniffling, she takes his hand, pulling it up to her lips. Pressing a soft kiss over his knuckles, she allows her lips to remain sealed to his skin for a few moments longer before looking up to meet his loving gaze.

Thankful she’s not questioning why his knuckles are bruised, Paul asks, “What was that for?” Paul places the tip of his index finger under her chin, gently, as if he’s afraid the slightest touch could cause her pain.

“For not giving up on me.” Y/N smiles, before adding, “And for not being a fool.”

Cocking his head to his left, Paul frowns. “Huh?”

His expression is serious, but she likes how it softens when he looks at her. It took her so long to realize that the way he looks at her is vastly different from the way he looks at everyone else. She remembers him when they were teenagers. Paul had a violent, uncontrolled temper which seemed to drive him insane when he would be annoyed in any way or manner, but she could never deny how good looking he was, not even then.

It’s always caused a conflict within – Y/N knew he wasn’t the type she should be attracted to, but her heart still sought him out and that made her angry, perhaps just as angry as he always seemed to be. And seeing him with all the girls he was frolicking around, Y/N turned bitter and frustrated, amplified by their constant squabbles that pushed her right over the line – toward hate. She could only ever love or hate him, and teenage Y/N wasn’t interested in being a number in a long line of girls waiting to be conquered by Paul.

So she antagonized him, she chose to hate him and for the longest time, she didn’t think it would ever end. She hated him every minute of every day of every year since she decided he was also to be blamed for her friends abandoning her.

The girl she was would never believe who she became – that she’s in Paul Lahote’s home, half dressed and madly in love with his stupid smirks and cheesy lines and deeply worried about him every time he isn’t with her.

Snorting, Y/N shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter now.”

And for whatever reason, Paul knew he shouldn’t doubt her. It doesn’t matter now. Nothing matters now, nothing but them. Perhaps he is a fool, but he’s only a fool for her. She is the one who created a possibility of a paradise he didn’t believe in before, but now he’s drunk and desperate for her. He knows her taste, her smell and he could recognize the sound of her beating heart among million others.

Paul allowed Y/N to lead him to the shower, watching her turn up the heat but he didn’t mind. She’s always cold, it makes sense she loves really warm showers. Once the clothes laid discarded on the bathroom floor, Paul could hardly contain himself, pulling her closer by her hips. Shower water falls like summer rain – warm and steady but the moment his lips press against hers, bond in a kiss so tender, the drops feel divine on their skin. Each drop washes away years of unseen pain, doubt and anger, the world ceasing to exist.

Pulling back, Y/N’s breathless. Moving Paul’s hands away from her hips, she beckons him to hand the shampoo bottle.

Slightly confused, Paul does as she pleases, eager to see what’s next.

Taking some of the shampoo, she lifts her hands until they get lost in his hair and the locks he still hasn’t gotten around to cutting shorter. Massaging his scalp, she smiles as Paul’s eyes close and his head lowers slowly until his forehead rests on her shoulder.

Blissfully relaxed under her touch, he allows her to continue. Trailing her fingers down the back of his neck, Y/N cleans off the dirt he picked up in the forest. Paul wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but her touch gives him tingles, his heart is beating so fast he can hardly breathe and he can’t help the fear of turning in the shower with her stuck inside with him…but the violent shivers never come.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, big bad wolf.” Her teasing tone has his lips spreading into a genuine smile rather than his usual smirk.

“You made me putty in your hands, dove.”

Chuckling, she kisses his temple. The infamous La Push womanizer had fallen victim to a woman’s hands where he learned what it means to love and truly love someone back. For the first time ever, Paul felt what true intimacy is – to be so at ease, comfortable, trusting, and loving with another.

He held onto Y/N tightly until the warm water ran out, planning to repay the favor next time. He’ll buy her favorite shampoo and shower gel, get the body lotion that makes her skin smell like flowers and worship her the way she deserves. He’ll leave kisses on every inch of her skin, whisper sweet nothings in her ear until she drifts off, knowing she’s safe and loved.

That night, Paul didn’t have any nightmares. Both of them finally slept through the night, exhausted from their worries. From that moment on, Paul didn’t waste time.

Every day was made memorable, spending time together, picking Y/N up after work, having dinner together, sometimes dropping by the ER to bring her lunch. Soon enough, she had a toothbrush at his place, Paul bought it himself. Most of her favorite products mysteriously appeared in his bathroom, as well as hygienic products most men would be running from. Inside his fridge, Y/N found her favorite food, his cabinets stocked with the best snacks they indulged in together.

By the end of the first month, Paul was invited to dinner with Y/N and her father. Despite her worries, her father didn’t seem so hostile to Paul – he noticed the happiness Paul brought to her life and encouraged them to see each other often. Paul even went fishing with her father for a weekend, giving her time to spend with Jacob.

“Feels like we barely saw each other this month”, Jacob complains as the end credits of the movie roll in. “Paul is selfish with you.”

Giving him a pointed look, Y/N shrugs. “I invited you a few times and you never came to hang out with us. I mean, Embry and Daisy came, Jared and Kim came a few times.”

“Yeah, it was an imprint sorta dinner”, Jacob replies begrudgingly.

“No”, Y/N frowns. “It was for friends. I wanted to get to know them better and I also wanted you there.”

“I’d have been the only one sitting alone.”

“You’d sit with me and Paul”, Y/N corrects him.

“No offense, Y/N, but I’d rather not sit between the two of you.”

Taken aback, she moves to sit on the coffee table in front of Jacob. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You two are a romcom come to life!”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Sighing, Jacob licks his lips. “Look, I’m happy you’re happy, but you can’t expect me to enjoy it all.”

“I’m confused”, she frowns. “I know you said you have some feelings for me and we’ve agreed it’s probably nothing to be stuck on.”

“You agreed”, Jacob reminds her.

Huffing, she rubs her temples. “You have an imprint.”

“Does it matter?” Shrugging, Jacob pinches the bridge of his nose as he leans his elbows on his knees and closes his eyes. “I watched you be in love with Embry for most of our childhood and now I’m watching you with your soulmate and both times I’ve loved you. I think a part of me always will and it’s really hard to get over someone like you.”

“Jake”, she tries but he’s quick on his feet, creating some distance between them.

“I mean it. And I especially mean the part about being happy for you. It feels so fucking good to see you’re happy, just sucks knowing I’m not the reason why but that’s my problem and not yours.”

“Kinda feels like mine when my best friend is heartbroken and I seem to be at the center of it”, Y/N remarks bitterly. “I thought most of it were jokes…like when you said that if you could have a choice in imprinting you’d choose to imprint on me.”

“I meant it.” Jacob says almost immediately. “Renesmee is a nice girl, goddess like beauty but she’s not you.”

“You’re idolizing me because we’ve never been in a romantic relationship, but I’d drive you insane and we both know it.”

“I’d love you despite it.”

Shaking her head, she gnaws on her lower lip. “If we dated, it would have never worked. We fit so well as friends because all that’s missing we’ve gotten from others. Even when I had a crush on you at times, I knew it wasn’t sustainable.”

“Why”, Jacobs leans on the couch. “Why is loving me so unfathomable for you?”

“Because my heart never fluttered when you’d look at me, not the way it was meant to. Because I’d only lose my breath when you made me laugh too much, but never at the mere sight of you and you made me smile all the time when no one else could, but I never smiled just because you crossed my mind and when I imagined a future with you, playfully, I never saw myself in a wedding gown, I thought of you as an uncle to my kids, as the person I could go to no matter how bad things get because YOU ARE MY PERSON and I can’t imagine it being anything other than that. You’re the safest heart I can turn to, because even when I fight with Paul, you are the one I can say anything to and know it will never leave you lips to another.”

“How is none of that a base for a love story?” Jacob’s head hangs low.

Shaking her head, she shrugs in defeat. “Because in the end, I’ve always considered you as family. I would confuse those feelings for something more on occasion, mostly ‘cause I had nothing else to compare them to, but now I do and…It’s incomparable. What I feel for Paul, I can’t explain in words, but my heart is overflowing with love I never knew I was capable of feeling and the imprint bond gave me strength to embrace it and to stop beating myself about the fact I fell for Paul fucking Lahote.”

Swallowing thickly, Jacob nods. “I don’t feel that way for anyone but you. But I promise it won’t be a problem.”

“It hurts me to know you’re hurt.”

“Don’t”, a faint smile appears, “I’ll survive.”

“What about Renesmee?”

“She’s a kid, despite the way she looks, she’s way too young for me to even consider getting involved and it’s fucking weird when you see someone growing up. I don’t think I’ll ever want more with her.”

“If she decides she wants more?” Y/N moves back to the couch. “What happens then? Do you even have a choice?”

“I don’t know”, Jacob admits. “According to the stories, I don’t, but I’m hoping it’s not true.”

“It’s so fucked up”, Y/N murmurs. “I always wonder if I sometimes do that kind of stuff to Paul. I don’t want to infringe his ability to choose what’s best for him.”

“That’s why he hated the idea of imprinting”, Jacob tells her. “Paul despised the idea of someone having the power to force him into doing things he doesn’t want.”

Looking down at her fidgeting fingers, Y/N’s frown deepens. “Do I do that?”

“No”, Jacob reassures her. “I’ve seen you guilt trip him into cleaning the dishes a few times, or grabbing some food you wanted but never anything malicious or too different from what a normal girlfriend would do with her boyfriend.”

“I know he’s keeping something from me”, Y/N’s lips tremble. “I promised him not to press him on it, but you know”, she raises a brow as her eyes meet Jacob’s. “Don’t you?”

Jacob nods. “You have the power to force him to tell you, but you didn’t.”

“There must be a reason why he’s keeping it a secret. But I have to ask you”, she begins.

“Please, don’t.”

“Why?”

“Because even without the soulmate bond, I would do anything for you.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, she tucks her hair behind her ears. “Just tell me one thing”, she bites her lower lip as her eyes fall to Jacob’s hands. “Is it bad?” Training her eyes back on Jacob’s nervous smile, her lips press in a thin line.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth. Don’t sugarcoat it.”

“It’s bad”, Jacob confirms. “Trust in him as you’ve done so far.”

Closing her eyes, she nods. “I’m scared.”

“Trust in him”, Jacob repeats. “He’d never let anything happen to you.”

“Like you’d never let anything happen to your imprint?” Y/N’s eyes open. “Why are you so far away from her then?”

“Because she asked me to come see you when I told her of the situation we had here.”

Pursing her lips, Y/N leans her head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Neither speak for a few minutes, sitting with their thoughts until Y/N dares to ask.

“Does it mean you’ll leave when she calls?”

The silence that follows is answer enough for Y/N but when Jacob speaks her heart cracks open once more.

“She called this morning.”

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PART 21

#paul lahote series #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #twilight #twilight fic #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fluff #paul lahote angst

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stellanslashgeode · 3 months

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My ship didn’t get past the first round of the @sapphicstarwars rare pair voting but that’s okay. I’ve got a crack team of lawyers coming up with objections and am planning a rally (it will be wild) but until then I thought I would post a snippet from Sundari Accelerando.

It was the deepest sleep she had experienced since that terrible night of loss. Possibly since before Petranaki Arena. She felt a little warm, granted. But not uncomfortably so. No, it was more emotionally and physically spent. Oxidized serotonin sloshing around her nervous system. A patina of salt painted uneven across her bare skin. Her mind and body were like a landscape after a storm had passed someone would clean up the broken branches later. She smelled… chamomile and hair dye?

She opened here eyes and saw a head of messy purple hair. She had been sleeping on her side and Sergeant Rook of the Kyr’tsad was all snuggled up next to her like a nuzzle shrew in its cozy den. Her arm was tucked up under hers as if she were hugging it. Long, deep breaths. Legs tucked in and crossed. She seemed more at peace than Barriss.

She took great care to extricate her arm and gradually sit up without disturbing her. Her head felt a bit swimmy once she was upright. She swung her feet onto the floor, knocking over a foam container of instant blue noodles that one of them had prepared in the middle of the night.

She took a last look down at Kast before rising. She looked softer and more feminine in this pose, without the extra bulk of her armor. Barriss let out a deep breath and left to find where they tossed her clothes.

She put on her armor as well, maybe in a vain hope that the Karta Beksar would protect her heart for what was to come. She padded quietly, glad that her artificial foot had a rubberized sole, over to the cockpit to bring the ship out of low power mode.

“What are you doing?”

“Prepping the engines.”

“Another sensor sweep?”

“I need to get back to check on the wounded.”

“Oh…”

Kast joined her, going over to the navigation console and flipping some switches. Barriss looked over her shoulder. “Sergeant Rook, you are out of uniform.”

“In my defense, officer, it wasn’t my doing.”

She watched her for a moment, trying not to ogle. Quite a bit perplexed. Barriss always had a different posture, carried herself differently when nude. Hugging her chest, stooped. It was discordant to her seeing someone carry herself as comfortable as if fully clothed.

“Could you put something on? Please?”

Kast gestured with her palms turned upward. Barriss struggled to maintain eye contact and not to dwell on her toned belly, that muscle definition line running down from her hip bones to her thighs. “Why? Did we receive guests recently?”

Barriss turned her attention back to the flight controls. She heard an exasperated sigh behind her. “Fine!”

They called out their tasks to each other for their post-docking shutdown, then Barriss unbuckled her restraints and made her way out the cockpit.

“That’s it, you’re just going to leave?”

“I’ve got places do be. Why, should I stay so you can torment me more?”

“If that’s what you want to call it. It doesn’t matter, I’ve already won.”

“Pardon?”

“I defeated your Jetii inhibitions, inspired you to rut like a victorious Mando after conquest. Took less time than I had imagined.”

Barriss glared at her. “I’m sure you’re pretty pleased with yourself.”

Kast picked a strand of hair off her nightshirt. “When’s the next patrol?”

“I guess I’ll let you know.”

“You’ll be back. Now that you’ve had a taste you’ll be back for more.”

“Hardly. Goodbye!” She stormed away. Then somehow found herself back in the cockpit giving Kast another passionate kiss despite herself. She exhaled. Gave her one last peck. “Right.” Then departed.

Rook Kast watched the Jetii make her way across the docking bay. She took Barriss’ headband out of her pocket and felt the stretchy fabric between her fingers before making her way to the refresher to wash up.

#barriss offee #rook kast #kastoffee #star wars fanfiction #rare paring

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arcxnumvitae · 1 year

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I’ve tweaked and updated my rules. Here’s a tl:dr and also kind of a PSA that’s not really a tl:dr because it’s kind of long itself anyways.

I am doing a Spring cleaning of sorts with my muses and, uh, like everything. Graduation is coming up and after that is Bar prep. My free time will be extremely limited, so I’ve been ruminating on the ways in which I plan and don’t plan on spending it in regards to Tumblr rp.

— Like I said in my rules, previously anyways, I have no patience for trying to write with mutuals who won’t write with me.

I am no longer content with being placed on the back burner to wait while someone runs around interacting solely with the people who give them easy ships, only to be returned to whenever they feel like it— if even that. You can do what you want if that’s what you like but that doesn’t mean I’m required to sit here and put up with it.

I am also no longer going to be the sole person chasing after interactions for our muses or crumbs of attention from another mun. Roleplaying is a partnership and if I’m the only driving force in us darkening each other’s doorsteps then I’m also over it. And I mean genuine interactions between our muses, where they interact in some manner be it through asks, threads, or even ooc chatter. Not a like thrown my way to a post every now and then to simulate the idea of interest. As always, if interest is clearly one-sided then I’ll be softblocking.

I’m also also doing a Spring cleaning of ships/relationships too. Similar to the above point, if it has been some time since those ships have had interaction, discussion, any genuine development, or basically anything then I will be re-examining them and deciding what to do regarding the ship from there. I guess you can tie this in with my above point that I’m not going to be putting more energy into something than I’m receiving in return from a partner.

Lastly, I have never been fond of people blatantly shopping around for ships and that continues still 🤷🏾‍♀️. I can’t reiterate enough how much I dislike the trend of gunning solely for a muse that yours can smooch above whatever other platonic, familial, hateful, etc. dynamics we could have created. I hate putting in the thought and picking out a muse I think could create a genuinely interesting relationship with another muse just to have that interaction quickly, if not immediately, dumped once a mun realizes they may not get a ship out of it. Or, frustratingly, by the way that I write interactions I don’t grant them the instant shippy serotonin in they want. If a mun is blatantly shopping around for ships then…well I mean you just won’t get one from me.

And note: there’s a difference for me between shopping for ships and just going for a pairing that maybe could develop into a ship (like choosing an unclaimed muse with a compatible sexual orientation to your muse’s). I’m never against wanting to go into something and having a door opened for the possibility, my issue is when I’ve made attempts to write and someone only gains interest when they get a pairing with the possibility. At that point it’s giving “I only care about writing with you now because I think I can get a romance out of this”.

#{Psa #:outofcash #this is kind of the culmination of like the past year and probably longer #haha it's just I looked at the hell that will be 10 weeks of studying for that stupid test and went #'do I also want to be spending my time chasing after people and feeling annoyed knowing I'm probably going to be stressed tf out from irl #stuff too?'#and the answer was a resounding no

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bonesandthebees · 10 months

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I know ive already talked about a dusty tomb but like BRO i need to talk about it again but this time more emotional bc like snfnfmdmsbmfsoehfkfkb [combusts]

It is my comfort fic

Like out of allll the fics i have saved as my comfort fic, it's honestly the most? Efficient? If that makes sense

I click my speeddial button, scroll to the end of the fic (or when sbi first meet, depends on my mood) and then BAM, instant serotonin

Often the fics i love for comfort are hurt comfort, which makes reading them when Im sad a risky move, and i end up making myself more sad than not 😭

And ofc, i have pure fluff fics too, but they never hit as hard as your writing does, i dunno

Also literally it's so quick too, i just read like 2 sentences and im like "damn okay, got my sandduo fix for the day. I am happ now"

A dusty tomb is so simple, yet so effective, and it's just honestly really cute without being super cheesy and aaaa i love it sm and tysm for writing it cause it's honestly like one of the things that helps me the most rn whenever im sad, besides yknow, healthy coping mechanisms LMAOO, dont worry i gen do those too, but sometimes u just need a quick read before bed. Which yeahhh the amount of times ive read it to help me sleep... it's not even that old of a fic 😭

Wait.

IT'S FROM FEBRUARY?@,#?$(@;$($(*#

I thought it came out in may WTF

What...

Okayyy, existential crisis about time aside, it's a good fic. A really good fic. Genuinely one of my fav fics ever (tho i feel like i wanna reread the clinic prequel ngl... that was my go to comfort fic before a dusty tomb came around. I havent read that one in awhile). I just love fantasy aus so much, more than any other au, and goshhh it has all the best tropes in it and and and and *dies*

I dont think I'll ever get bored of this fic, considering it's been out for 4 months, and it still feels fresh to me

Goddd, dust!sandduo u guys live rent free in my mind, twinsduo and emduo too. I love them all so much :( honestly that techno is sooo <33 can he give me a hug pls, i feel like he'd be a good hugger

Anyways im off to sleep now or well maybe reread the clinic prequel fic ehehehehe god i love that fic so much (u have no idea how many times ive reread that... too many times... it actually makes me Insane)

aaa this is so sweet!! tbh I loved writing dusty tomb so much. it was so out of the blue and unplanned, but it was so sweet and i had a ton of fun with the world itself too

I'm so glad it's your comfort fic. I have those fics too where I just open them up and go to a specific part to reread just to get all those fuzzy feelings whenever I need a pick me up. It makes me so happy to know my fic is that for you.

one of these days I'll write another one shot in that universe.... maybe... probably not tbh but the idea is there

(also i love dust!techno too he's so fun)

(and the clinic prequel aaaa underrated personal fav of mine)

#ask #icyfox17 #a dusty tomb

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leiazher · 2 years

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I have always liked packing peanuts... to an absurd degree. When I was little I used to chew on them, I mean, seriously, they have “peanut” in their name.

Anyways, it wasn’t until last year that I received a package that actually contained packing peanuts, I stared at them, picked one up, and squeezed it between my fingers.

Instant. Serotonin.

I was grinning like a fool, my heart was racing, there was a burst of energy just zipping through my body, and I learned that moderation was key.

I could squeeze five packing peanuts before I broke down crying because I was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of joy I got from that one simple act.

I haven’t actually told anyone about it, because even with my autism diagnosis, mom still looks at me strangely when I stim or jump around. I mean, she always has, but even now when she has a new understanding of why, she looks at me as if I’m being utterly ridiculous and should stop™ doing whatever I’m doing.

And it hurts. I’m happy! I’m happy when I do those things! I don’t want my happiness to conform to others ideas of happiness, I want to squeeze packing peanuts between my fingers and jump around in joy, snort laugh and wrap myself in a blanket because I need a hug to calm down again. I want to wobble the place-mat from the table, it’s made of hard plastic and makes a nice sound that makes me happy.

I want to wear fuzzy socks and feel the joy of them sprout through my whole body because they’re just so fuzzy and so good and so warm.

But the only “acceptable” stim is apparently when I scratch at myself or bite myself because I’m upset. Then people can dote on me and tell me to calm down and stop hurting myself. They look at that and think it’s normal, like... Sure, normal, but not okay, I know that. But apparently me hurting myself because I’m sad is more acceptable and palatable than me jumping around because I can’t contain my happiness.

Being happy isn’t wrong, even if I show it differently from others. Also, you’d think that adults in my life would have somehow clued in that something wasn’t “normal” with me. But no, I had to seek the diagnosis myself and the psychologist was just a tad bit baffled that mom never put two and two together.

And now mom is thinking that maybe she should get tested, because she thinks that if she looked at me and figured “well, everyone does that”, then something might be “wrong” with her as well. Idk, I’m conflicted about that, on one hand, yes, go get tested, on the other... it means she thought I was completely ‘normal’ and still acted as if I was being ridiculous and that I should stop doing certain things a certain way.

I love her, but she’s not the most observational and she has her issues, she’s human after all...

That all said, I now buy specifically from the company who uses packing peanuts whenever I buy new things for my vape. They’re yet to disappoint.

#stims #autism #personal #packing peanuts #medium text #I'm bipolar and I have PTSD as well just give me a moment of overjoyed jumping and laughing #because I find packing peanuts absolutely phenomenal and wonderful and great #it's an innocent joy #let me have it #my life is difficult enough without people telling me to tone down my happiness

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himitsu-luna · 3 years

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Headcanon

⭒۟ Nct 127 - The moment they realized they were in love with you⭒۟

⁀➷⋆ Taeil

When a love song reminded him of you

While he was listening to a random playlist on shuffle, Taeil came across this one song that talked about love. Closing his eyes and fully taking in the words being sang by a mellow voice, your image suddenly appeared behind his shut eyelids. Intrigued by this unexpected thought of you, he let the melody flow and carry him to the depths of his own feelings. His memories of you started popping up in his mind, blending so well with the lyrics, and giving color and meaning to them. He started singing along, and he only became aware of it when his ears captured an "I love you" by the end of the chorus. With a soft smile on his face, he repeated this line, acknowledging it was totally directed to you.

⁀➷⋆ Johnny

When he watched you laughing

You and Johnny were hanging around together, as you always do every saturday night. Because of some silly thing he did, you started laughing. That full and genuine laugh, that laugh that was Johnny's favorite sound and his instant serotonin pill. His smiley eyes, locked on your bright face, seemed trapped in a dream. He wished time had stopped at that moment. He wished you could hold that laugh and joy forever. He wished he could see you like this every single day of his life, and, more than that, he wished to be by your side as the main reason of your smiles, until the end of times. By wishing you happiness, he felt happiness himself, and that was when the feelings he always had but couldn't name were consolidated in his heart. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what it was.

⁀➷⋆ Taeyong

When he had trouble drawing you

Without much to do, boredom almost giving you chills of impatience, you asked Taeyong to draw you. With a light chuckle, he promptly grabbed his sketchbook and a pencil, finding the idea amusing. But his fun and carefree feelings were gradually replaced by nervousness, as he couldn't keep his eyes on you for more than two seconds without blushing and hearing his heart strongly pounding inside his chest. He had always seen you a little blurred behind the friendship veil that existed between you two. But at that moment, while trying to get all of your beautiful details for the first time, he recognized his urge to be closer to you. After a deep breath, he decided to rip that veil down, and live the beauty that was being able to see you clearly as he had always wished.

⁀➷⋆ Yuta

When everyone around him got tired of hearing your name

"Can you please stop talking about Y/N for only a minute?". – Yuta got called out. He had never felt so offended in his entire life and he was ready to throw hands, but he was unable to answer back. He just couldn't find any arguments against the request, since he was indeed talking about you for a whole hour. Also, another question stole from him his ability of speaking. "Do you like y/n by any chance?". Yuta tried to reflect about his feelings, but his head was still full of thoughts of you. Of your face, of your eyes, of your smile, of your voice, of your colors, of your soul. His mind and his heart were completely yours. Yes, he liked you. Feeling refreshed and lighter after confirming to himself what were obvious to everyone else, he grinned broadly with the thought that now he had a good reason to pour his heart out and talk about you ten times more than before.

⁀➷⋆ Doyoung

When he got undeniably jealous

Oh, that new friend of yours was getting on Doyoung's nerves. Being unnecessarily touchy, demanding too much attention from you, gathering the most ridiculous words to use in the most ridiculous phrases. What an annoying person, Doyoung kept repeating in his head, feeling like grabbing your hand and running away with you. Your friend bothered Doyoung in a way that made him get angry at himself, and that was the worst thing to admit. He tried to not care, he tried to push away the uncomfortable and bitter feeling of jealousy, a feeling he fervently denied, because it just confused him. Why was he jealous? The answer came with the satisfaction in form of a fluttering heart when he finally had your smiles only for him again. He was not angry anymore. He was even grateful to his silly jealousy, that was having fun hiding behind of itself the love he felt for you.

⁀➷⋆ Jaehyun

When he missed you after a long time apart

Since you had left for a long trip, Jaehyun's heart had been behaving weirdly. It hurt at inconvenient moments, like before sleeping, while he kept wondering if you were sleeping too; or when he was trying to have fun, but all he could think of was that things would be much better if you were there with him. There was a hollow in his heart, and he only was able to forget a little about it when it got filled with the expectation for your return. At the airport, counting the seconds to see you again, he felt nostalgic for moments you had lived and had never lived together. He missed you. He missed you so much that he wished to never leave your side again. And finally looking at you walking to him, feeling his heart complete again, he knew he loved you, and that he would make sure to not lose you from sight ever again.

⁀➷⋆ Winwin

When he started enjoying things he didn't like before

You were playing with Winwin's hair when someone saw the scene and pointed that Winwin hated people touching him. It surprised you, because he had never denied your touches, and it surprised him even more, because he was actually enjoying the moment, maybe a little bit too much. Still with the lingering sensation of your fingers between the locks of his hair, he realized this feeling of surprise was not new. Since he met you, he had been giving second thoughts on his likes and dislikes. He caught himself liking weird food, because you loved them; he caught himself liking hot weather, because you looked cute in summer clothes; he caught himself trying to be the brave one in high places, because he wanted you to rely on him. Looking at your worried face, he smiled and cut your apologies by saying "It's ok if it's you." Apparently, the only thing in his life he was completely sure of was that he loved you.

⁀➷⋆ Jungwoo

When he wished upon a star

You and Jungwoo were lying on the grass, admiring the starry sky of a calm summer night, when you got a glimpse of a shooting star. "Jungwoo!! A shooting star!! Make a wish!". "A wish?". Looking at the constelations reflected in your sparkly eyes, Jungwoo gave a serious thought on what he wanted the most in the whole world. He wanted a lot of things. He could wish for a big house, for a new car, for rivers of money, but it all felt empty for some reason. There was something in the back of his mind that was shining brightly and strongly pulling him to it. And he recognized the little you, smiling and waving at him. Nothing he could ask for would make sense without you. So, closing his eyes, he wished to be with you forever. You asked him what his wish was and, with a serene voice, he answered : "Happiness".

⁀➷⋆ Mark

When he almost accidentaly confessed to you

You and Mark had been chatting through messages all day long. The night had fallen, and you were putting off the farewell, not wanting to end the pleasant conversation. Inevitably, you had to say goodbye, and Mark distractedly wrote "ok, bye! ily!". Checking his message before sending it, he gasped in shock with that three last letters. His heart was almost jumping out of his mouth as he quickly deleted the "ily" part. Blankly looking at the cellphone screen, he tried to understand from where those words came from. Did he mean it? Yes, he meant it, he concluded, as his fingers were itching to put the confession back into the message. Finally pressing the send buttom, he layed on his bed, dreaming of the day he would be able to deliver his feelings to you, and even getting an ily back.

⁀➷⋆ Haechan

When he didn't laugh at a prank of yours for the first time

You thought pretending passing out was a nice idea for a prank, so that's what you did when Haechan entered the room. Watching you falling on the ground, he rushed to you and took you in his arms, persistently calling your name. With a playful smirk, you opened your eyes, and got alarmed meeting a crying Haechan looking at you. Later that day, he was still disturbed by the thought of anything bad happening to you, by the thought of losing you forever. He never once thought of himself without you. Your place in his life was unique, huge, and irreplaceable. He loved you with all his heart. Seeing his cellphone screen lighting up with the notification of your 1789th apology, he finally allowed himself to chuckle at everything. He quietly promised to protect you forever and to be by your side at every good and bad moment. And also, maybe, to play a prank back at you.

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multiland · 3 years

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Mr. perfect.

pairing: idol!Joshua x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1.5K

summary: what do you do when the one who was always there to comfort you, is the one who now has broken you?

warnings: mentions of cheating, denial and heartbreak.

A/N: this sucks. I’m sorry.

When you first learned about love, you always tried to keep in mind that everything about it was ephemeral, that no matter how many happy endings you had heard about, there was no way someone could ever meet such expectations. To you, fairytales were nothing but that, a fictional scenario people created to give themselves hope, to try to find something good even when the so-called love they felt, hurt them more than any physical harm.

But then you met Joshua, and suddenly you found yourself believing in everything you had convinced yourself was nothing but a lie.

You met him on a Friday night at some fancy party your best friend had thrown. Being from a wealthy family, it was no surprise to you that you found some famous people there. You were nothing like them, but being attached to the hip to her since you were kids surely took you to some places you would’ve never thought you’d ever see.

Dressed in a skin-tight navy dress, you were minding your own business, playing with the martini in your hands as your eyes traveled across the enormous house. The music wasn’t the same kind people your age would put in the background, instead, there were some violinists and pianists playing live. You felt out of place, the fact that your friend had left your side to keep greeting people not helping at all.

And that’s when you saw him, walking through the door with some other guys in a beige tuxedo, black strands of hair hanging over his eyes and small silver piercings decorating his ears.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, as he stood there across the room with his hands in his pockets, clearly enjoying the music and focused on the musicians. That’s when somewhere along the lines his eyes had landed on you, the previously blank expression on his face turning into the smallest but sweetest smile for you, and you swore you had never seen a man that beautiful in your entire life.

You knew it was over for you as soon as those round and beautiful dark orbs made your heart go crazy, wanting to look away but not being able to. He had an instant power over you, and you didn’t even want it to be any different.

Somehow you exchanged numbers that night, and although you thought you would never see him again, he proved you otherwise when he started texting you the following days.

You started spending time together every now and then, going to some cafes or meeting somewhere more private. Knowing the reality of his situation wasn’t something easy, but you were soon so infatuated with him that you didn’t even think of saying no when he asked you out.

Being with an idol wasn’t what you had expected at all, but Joshua always made everything feel so safe, warm, and comfortable that everything seemed to be just so easy.

He was so attentive, caring, and loving that you, not even once, felt neglected. He called you every single night before going to sleep or messaged you in the mornings or during breaks.

If you ever felt bad, he always knew the right words to say, and even though you felt insecure about him being around beautiful women all the time, he was quick to ease your fears and make you believe there was no way in the world he would ever want someone who wasn’t you.

You felt wanted, beautiful, and loved. He was a prince, he was everything someone could have ever wanted. So gentle, sweet, always there for you no matter what.

He was the only one who was able to set your body aflame with a single touch, always feeling like you were flying whenever his arms wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne, so familiar, filled your nose and made you feel like everything would be okay.

The way he held your hand and kissed your knuckles when he drove, the way he always tucked strands of hair behind your ear, or the way he kissed you in the middle of saying something just because he couldn’t help but being so whipped for you, making you lose your mind with such a simple action.

His sweet, raspy voice in the mornings after he had spent the night; the way his pupils dilated whenever you wore one of his shirts with nothing underneath, the way he made love to you as soon as he went back home, loving you hard enough for you to feel the trace of his fingers and the taste of his mouth whenever he had to leave again. Fingers through his hair as his mouth swallowed your moans, fingertips digging on your burning skin, teeth sinking on the flesh as he took you to paradise.

The way you found relief in his lips, kissing like there was no tomorrow and feeling like you couldn't get enough of each other. His tongue making you delirious, electrifying every inch of your skin.

Everything that came out of his mouth was dripping with honey, because he never wanted to see you upset, because he was your serotonin, because he simply was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were the same for him.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

That’s why you couldn’t process the words that were falling from his mouth that night, after a month of not seeing each other for his comeback and promotions, he had come to your house, but as soon as you met his gaze, you knew something was wrong.

But you never thought it’d be something so horrible.

He had appeared at your place to tell you he had kissed a female back dancer a week before.

“No.” You laughed humorlessly as you shook your head. “It’s impossible. That did not happen.”

His eyes were filled with hurt and remorse, the more he noticed your denial, the worse he felt.

“y/n… I- I’m so sorry… Fuck I’m sorry. I swear I love you. I’m such an asshole.”

“Joshua, please stop. This is not a funny joke.”

“How can you think I would joke with something like this?” He asked in frustration, running his fingers through his hair.

And you were well aware of it not being a joke in the slightest. The way you could feel cold sweat running down your spine and your stomach churn kept trying to pull your feet back to the ground. But you would try to trick the fate and desperately conjure the truth you wanted to take place.

“Because there’s no way you’d do something like that. You love me, right? You’ve done nothing but show me how much you do.”

Joshua swallowed, tears burning his eyes and threatening to fall.

“I do love you. More than anything.” He assured. “That’s why I’m here, that’s why I can’t stand the idea of what I did behind your back. I kissed someone else while you stayed home and gave me all of your trust.” He repeated. “I regret it every second because I know how much I just fucked up… But I can’t cope with the idea of you trying to dismiss it. I don’t deserve it.”

"Joshua"

He shook his head, stepping closer and grabbing your hands in his.

"Please, please don't give me a chance to stay by your side because I will not hesitate to take it and I don't deserve to be with someone like you." His voice was so sweet, so subtle despite of him saying something so devastating. His hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear like he always did, retreating as soon as the guilt attacked him again. "You're so beautiful, so smart, sweet and bright and I'm so, so in love with you. It kills me to know I just ruined everything with the woman I love the most in such a dumb way."

You noticed the way his eyes were getting watery, another thing that made you realize how real it was. You wanted to hate him and tell him how much of a dick he was, but nothing came out of your mouth. You just couldn't, although you knew you should have, you could not bring yourself to hate him.

“You- No, listen Joshua…” You trailed off, heart finally breaking in a million pieces as you tried your best to convince yourself that everything was nothing but a twisted dream. “I know you would never hurt me like that. You would never cheat on me. Why would you? That’s ridiculous! You know that I'd do anything for you, right? You know that I love you more than anything. We’ve always had this chemistry, this peaceful and beautiful relationship. You’ve never given me any reasons to be jealous or to feel insecure, someone like that wouldn’t go against his own preach.” You tried to reason, a bitter chuckle slipping from your lips as you wiped your tears “See, I know you’re just such a gentleman that you’d rather put the blame on your shoulders than say she was the one who took advantage of you and kissed you. You’re a gorgeous guy, it must be hard for people not to throw themselv-"

“Why are you trying so desperately to excuse my actions?" He interrupted you in distress. "Babe, I- I don’t deserve it. I was the one who kissed her. While we danced the atmosphere got tense, the adrenaline did not help, and I just had the impulse.” Joshua said lowly, the knot in his throat becoming thicker and making it hard for him to breathe. “I’m so sorry... Why can't you just blame me for what I did? Just tell me how much of a piece of shit I am, slap me, tell me you don't want to see me again. Call me a dickhead, the worst thing that happened to you, I'll take it all, because I fucked up.”

You forced yourself to step back, the air in your lungs slowly fading away as the void in your chest grew bigger.

“No... I- I can't... Because you would never do something so vile.” You smiled, not noticing the way your tears were already streaming down your cheeks. "You wouldn't throw all the beautiful things between us out of the window just to get your damn dick wet. Not when you told me so many times how you'd never want anyone else but me and I believed you because you looked me in the eyes."

Joshua pressed his eyes shut and took a deep, shaky breath as he stepped closer, but you stepped back.

"I do not want anyone else but you, but I stopped thinking and just let my primal self take control instead of considering what I got to lose."

"No!" You shouted. "You wouldn't! You're perfect!"

Joshua lowered his gaze to the floor, hands ballin into fists.

“I’m not perfect… I never was, I never will. No one is.” He whispered. "That's why I need to go before I keep hurting you. If you ask me to stay I will, and I can not let you accept me back."

And then you knew. The idea you had engraved in your head about love being a real fairytale was long gone, cause all it did was break, burn and end.

Your sweet boyfriend, the same who used to whisper how much he loved you against your lips, the same who washed your hair for you, the same who looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, was the same one who had stabbed you in the back.

Your lip quivered, and Joshua wanted desperately to wipe your tears away and hold you in his arms, but how could he? When he was the one who had hurt you in the first place, how could he ever fix up a heart he let down? He did not deserve to touch you ever again.

With a shaky breath, you forced the words out of your throat.

“That’s where the problem is, Joshua.” You said, voice cracking as his brows pulled together in confusion. “That’s why facing the truth will destroy every part of my being, that's why I will never be able to trust anyone again, that's why I don't want you to walk out the door. If you do, everything will be real, and the thing that would hurt the most is to realize all this time I stopped believing in my instincts, because I thought you were different, because I've always known perfection does not exist…" You explained, a small sob falling from your mouth and cutting you out before you continued. "But to me, you were perfect.”

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Zeke SFW Alphabet

Flying monke

Hey bestie, I see you like Mr Monke😏

No shame! No shame!😤 I am writing the chapters everyone has requested but I got asked to do a Zeke alphabet first so here it is

—A (Affection. How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

•Not very physically affectionate in public, he tends to give you stares that gives you the same warm feeling you get from being hugged tightly.

•When you crash into him for a hug, he's so shocked and confused, his heart is dancing at the feeling of your warm little body right against his, affectionately rubbing his back. Before he knows it, he's silently crying, holding your face to his chest so that you don't see.

•Zeke never knew hugs felt so nice and now whenever he's feeling down or whenever you both have nothing to do, he randomly opens his arms up and waits for you to run into them. If you take too long all he does is twitch his hands slightly, which is funny and cute.

•I can see him being way more affectionate in the nighttime, where you're sleeping on him and you mumble under your breath, he kisses your head and strokes your cheek, lovingly gazing at you.

—B (Bestfriend, how would he be like as a best friend, how would the friendship start?)

•Zeke would be the bestest friend ever, sure he isn't the most affectionate or upfront friend but he is incredibly reliable!

•Always defending you behind your back. He insults you but then compliments and uplifts you behind your back to other people. Basically your lawyer.

•I will never stop saying this, Zeke Jaegar is intelligent as fuck and hates small talk so his conversations are so delicious, so full of flavour. His intelligence turns you on so hard, he is so fun to talk to because A, he makes fair points and teaches you things, B, he has a good sense of humour, C, he genuinely listens. He wants your opinion and understands your point of view on the subject.

—C (Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

•Before getting into a relationship, he always thought hugs would be stiff and horrible, especially in bed but he discovered that he was wrong.

•When you were spooning him, he couldn't nearly think straight from the appreciation he felt. Your arm was so secure around his waist and your body was warm against him, it was a feeling that made him wish he was immortal and experience this FOREVER!

•He likes it when you bring yourself to him, automatically. He finds it cute and always compliments you when you do. It isn't a full-of-shit-flattery compliment, he means it.

•"Why- on this gruesome green earth, are you so cute?" He kisses your head as you nestle yourself on his chest. "Mind telling me? Hm?" He pecks your head again and tightens his arm around you.

•One thing he will die to protect is you, he wants to hide you away from all the horrors of the world and treasures you so much and one way to do it is to tightly hold you right against him, melting at the sound of your giggle.

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•Zeke wants to live in a cottage with you, secluded from other humans. All the serenity of it relaxes him, it's one thing he'd never stop thinking about.

•Sure he wants to settle down but he'd never want to have kids. He sees himself as a failure to all and can see his little ones hating his guts, having to hear them exclaim how much they hate their papa (even if it's just his imagination) terrifies him.

•He felt like everyone hated him, but you and his grandparents and Mr Ksaver. Children would be too much stress

•As for cooking and cleaning, I don't think he's good with cooking or cleaning. He doesn't really make a mess so it's okay that he isn't good at cleaning

•However he isn't bothered with cooking actual food, he'd always just have fruit or instant noodles when he's hungry. So you'd have to be a good cook because my mans has no motivation for that stuff

—F (Fiance(e) How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•Like I said before, Zeke isn't good on relationships so if you both last more than a year and he realises you've helped him as a person and he has helped you, he secures it.

•But proposing would be difficult, he's shy, scared, worried you may laugh and blow him off.

•Eventually he gives in and asks, a heavyweight washing off his shoulders when you said yes, even getting butterflies when he realised you were crying.

—G (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•His inner child is bruised, you can see a little boy in him anytime he smiles properly, it makes your heart shatter to know that he never experienced his childhood properly and is currently a little boy in an old man's body

•He is gentle, he tries so hard to be soft with you and touches you like you're made of glass. H o w e v e r, my man does not hold back when it comes to baseball.

•Zeke is so happy when he's playing baseball with you that he doesn't realise he may have thrown too hard and only realises it when you grunt at the impact it made with your collarbone, dropping everything and running to check on you.

—H (Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•He hesitates at first when your smaller body collides with his, he had let out a small yelp but couldn't help smiling when your arms get tighter in desperation.

•Slowly and gently, he'd embrace you back and smell your hair.

•Zeke's hugs are warm, secure and surprisingly cuddly. He's too shy to hug you first, you'd have to hug him first and he'd not hesitate anymore. Sometimes, when he's missed you so much, he'd hug so tight that your legs float off the floor, completely powerless in his embrace.

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word)

•Zeke thinks a lot so admitting that he loves you would be an epiphany, even years into the relationship. He genuinely can't believe someone loves him and stayed with him.

•He'd say it with a kiss to your forehead, small freckles of tears glistening in his eyes when he stares longingly at you.

—J (Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

•Very jealous but he keeps it to himself. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. He realises anytime a man talks to you and you smile around them, he can feel himself shrink. He's all dramatic in his head, wondering if he'd ever been enough for you or if you finally realised you deserved a better guy than him.

•All of those thoughts would disappear when you take his hand or talk to him with the tone you always use with him, a cheerful and appreciative one.

—K (What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where does he like to be kissed?)

•Zeke's kisses are hesitant and full of pauses. Sometimes you do most of the work, bringing him closer and all that while he's questioning if he deserves you.

•When Zeke tries to be affectionate, he likes to kiss your forehead, crown of your head, cheek, lips in private. It's reassuring and he loves his little lady more than anything. This small kiss passes on so much serotonin through your skull.

•Zeke doesn't have a specific preference but when you pepper his face with kisses it makes him so happy and fireworks go off in his tummy. With your hands gently cupping his face and your lips pressing every area on his face he softly holds onto you with a flustered smile.

—L (Little ones. How are they around children)

•Lol, he's like their older bro but a lil more distant

Let's move on...

—M (Morning. How are mornings spent with them?)

•Zeke's life is full of duties and priorities but he wishes with his full heart that he could spend the rest of his life lazily holding you with you peacefully laying by his side

•To his dismay, he must leave you to sleep. He has to get up earlier and doesn't bother waking up his sleeping angel, getting ready for work and leaving- not without kissing your cheek. Even if you're fast asleep, Zeke tucks you in and pecks your cheek, admiring you for a few seconds before heading on with his day.

•I'd say on good days, you make an effort to wake up with him and make breakfast so that he doesn't go to work and smoke ciggerates on an empty stomach. Fucking idiot, sorry but don't do that 🙄 even to my readers, don't smoke bestie💜

—N (Night. How are nights spent with them?)

•He does sleep at a reasonable time, sometimes at ten PM, sometimes at eight PM..

•Before bed he'd watch a documentary with you while having dinner and probably tire himself out by sucking in all that knowledge (the TV voice makes him sleepy, so you can see his eyelids drooping when he lies about how he isn't tired... it's cute)

•When it's time for bed he does the usual routine and gets into bed after smoking... which is pretty painful for you to watch but you won't scold him, you'll bring him closer to you and kiss his nose, massaging his scalp and becoming limp when his hand is soft at your waist, caressing patterns with his slender fingers until you fall asleep.

—O (Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•Zeke thinks he is the scum of the Earth and wouldn't be surprised if you thought so too. It'd be difficult for him to mention any of his trauma so it all comes out through his humour.

•Daddy issues jokes, mommy issues jokes, self-deprecating jokes and you go through so many until you realise the man is traumatised. I can say with full confidence that he once tried making a joke for the millionth time and ended up crying instead of laughing. Of course, you were reassuring and comforted him in every way he needed.

—P (Patience. How easily angered are they?)

•Very patient when it comes to his S/O, he doesn't force anything out of you and slowly, gently speaks.

•Zeke doesn't become angry easily, honestly, he's so smart and open-minded that it becomes a problem because he understands so many things, unable to use his emotions to his advantage.

•Again, emotions pass and are useless to him, they just come and go so he doesn't like feeling too vividly. Especially anger, he thinks there's no use in it.

—Q (Quizzes. How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

•Like I keep saying, Zeke is a smart, attentive person even when he doesn't mean to be. He pays attention to small details by accident and remembers subconsciously. He memorises a lot of your habits, bad and good and makes notes of when and where they mostly happen, adapting to your lifestyle without realising.

•Someone is asking what to get for your birthday and tries to get a type of chocolate flavour he remembers you despise and he gives away your full interests and a list of what you like, dumping an essay of your public info to one of your best friends and they're just like °_°...?

•It's cute, he just doesn't know his brain sucks everything about you in

—R (Remember. What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•When you took him out to dance and the music suddenly switched from formal dancing to just 'go crazy' and he watched you GO OFF. You were shaking your hip and hopping around energetically, glaring at him for laughing his ass off over the loud music.

•You forced him to dance with you, both of you whipping your hair back and forth, your movements less stiff but nonetheless, in sync. He's never had so much fun. No one he knew was there, it was all strangers but he felt like only you and he were there, dancing freely to the music, he'd just follow your lead confidently

—S (Security. How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

•Zeke is so protective, paranoid but never expressing it, knowing he'd sound insane:

-"Angel, I have to go out with you because what'll happen if you suddenly get run over?!"

-"No you can't use the phone while it's in charge, what if it explodes in your face?!"

-"Cookie dough, don't try handstanding, you could snap your neck!"

-"No, I won't let you go up these faulty escalators, they could suddenly break open and swallow you, here let me hold your hand up the normal stairs."

-"Don't lean against the balcony, you could fall over!"

•So instead he does it sneakily. Like small solutions, in order, he'd: offering to help you shop when you go out, making you put your phone down to massage him, scaring you into stopping your handstands, holding your waist securely when you're both on the balcony.

•To feel protected, Zeke needs constant reassurance from you. Physically and emotionally. A small kiss on his cheek and a little "Don't overthink, I'm here, let it all out, I'll listen to your thoughts."

—T (Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•I think Zeke is more of a private person but his dates can be fun too. For anniversaries, you'd both have turns. For his half of the day, it would be spent playing baseball, going to the arcade, taking you out to dinner and then he'd warmly hold your hands in his, asking you what you want to do now.

•His gifts are so thoughtful but he tries to be cool when he gives it to you, lips straight and eyes avoiding you like a shy schoolboy. He can't keep his cool since you have to attack his face with kisses🙄 Jees Y/n stop it, he totally doesn't go insane when you do that to him, totally isn't in love

—U (Ugly. What are some bad habits of theirs?)

•I'd say the damn smoking. Zeke chose an unhealthy coping mechanism and needs guidance out of it, so you do just that.

•Taking his cigarettes and helping him get the nicotine out of his body through skipping rope, taking him to the sauna and even massaging his scalp when he has a headache.

•If course it'd be such a shock to him when he realises how nice he feels after his addiction is over, it's amazing what getting rid of one bad habit can do to your life.

—V (Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?)

•Zeke trimmed his beard shorter and did his hair when he realised he had seemed to be ageing faster but... for the sake of my selfishness this is a modern au

•Surprisingly, he actually has good skin, a nice beard and a good haircut. Zeke is beautiful.

•Only once, has he ever shaved fully and my guy looked 10 years younger and was lowkey getting cocky but he rathered the beard and let it grow out... not too long though

—W (Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?)

•Zeke is like the moon, it's a bit dark but it's still useful, however, it needs the sun to give it a boost? So what I'm trying to say is you're the sun to him, life wouldn't feel the same now that you've made your mark

—X (Xtra. A random headcanon for them.)

•I don't care what you say, he can do the entire dance for boy with luv by BTS. He doesn't know why he knows it so well, he's only seen the dance rehearsal once (yes he memorizes pretty fast)

•extra but, by the way, Monke man can figure out a Rubix cube faster than a War breaking out in AOT so... haha very fast👁👁

—Y (Yuck. What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

•He doesn't like a controlling partner, not everything has to go your way babe, life is always going to steer you in a different direction and it sometimes is in a better direction than the one you had first intended.

•So there's that

—Z (Zzz. What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

•This is funny to me for some reason? But once he lets go of your cuddle, he subconsciously sprawls his body out, and he does it for the entire night even when you're on top of him, his clothes are somehow half-off. The pillows are everywhere, the blanket is under his heavy thighs so you're freezing on him :")

#zeke #zeke jaegar #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke sfw #zeke sfw alphabet

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Incompatible ships w/ Todoroki, Kirishima, Bakugou and Midoiya

Request: hii! i love ur posts so i thought why not request ajbakaha,, can i ask for todoroki, kirishima, bakugou, izuku getting jealous bc their s/o is getting shipped with another student :D (it can be their relationship is still a secret or smth) btw i love your posts!! it's free serotonin!! 😽😽- anonymous

Secret relationships are my favorite trope. This and friends to lovers. I live for these types of fics. Random fact, my allergies are acting up bc I helped take down the Christmas decorations and now my hands are on fire. Love ya. 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff, minor suggestive themes not something major though

Todoroki Shouto

-Things like jealousy are a rare occurrence in your relationship.

-Todoroki is the type of boyfriend who trusts you blindly and would put his own life in your hands without a single hesitation.

-Sometimes it bothers him how other people effortlessly flirt with you but he knows that nothing will come out of it no matter how much they chat you up.

-He knows you can handle yourself and get out of a situation if things start getting out of hand.

-And if you can’t, he will butt in glaring down at the person who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

-Everyone around you seem to believe that the two of you are really close friends; none of them have caught a whiff of your relationship and you are proud of yourselves.

-I mean it is pretty hard keeping so many romantic milestones hidden from your friends.

-But alas you both knew that keeping all of this to yourselves would be for the best.

-Now, we all know that the girls of your class drool over any remotely romantic interaction you have.

-Same goes for everyone actually.

-Oh Kirishima held the door open for you the other day?? I can see a new ship sailing.

-Sero helped you pick up your stuff when you bumped into a wall? Your knight in shining armor.

-Really any sort of kind gesture was interpreted as romantic interest at this point.

-The worst part of it all was the ship they had created and have been simping over for the past three months.

-You had managed to create an unexpected friendship with Monoma from class 3-B.

-The agency he interns in is right next to yours so you take the same train and then walk to almost the same building every single day.

-You see him during patrol, the pro heroes you work under have paired up once or twice so a friendship was inevitable.

-So imagine the surprise on your classmate’s faces when Monoma began waiting for you outside the 3-A dorm building.

-Mina wouldn’t shut up about how cute you two were together and what a perfect match you made.

-Soon enough the other idiots joined the party and you were drowned in ‘awwww’s and ‘love story in the making’s.

-You got tired of explaining that he was just a friend, that you weren’t interested in him.

-The fact that you could feel Todoroki’s gaze burn through your back didn’t help at all.

-Your boyfriend had asked you about Monoma because he too found it weird how he waited for you everyday.

-The boy’s presence didn’t bother him at first.

-He was lowkey grateful that you finally had company on your way to the agency considering he couldn’t walk with you since his building was in the opposite direction.

-It started becoming a problem when all he could hear during the breaks was the stupid ship name the girls had created.

-He could see how visibly uncomfortable it made you and how you would seek for his gaze during those moments.

-Then they started talking about how cute your kids would be and that’s when Shoto had enough.

-It’s one thing hearing about how cute your girlfriend would be with someone else and it’s completely different when you hear about their potential offspring.

-Grabbing your wrist he basically dragged you out the classroom and into an empty hallway, pinning you to the nearest wall before connecting his lips with yours.

-You let a surprised gasp which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss, making you grasp onto his shirt as your knees gave out.

-After what felt like an eternity he let you go for air before attacking your jaw, neck and collarbones.

-Soon those soft kisses turned into little love bites.

- “Sho you’re gonna leave a mark.”

-Releasing your skin from between his teeth, he admired the reddish hickey he had left at the base of your neck.

-He was sure your shirt’s collar could cover it up just barely.

- “That’s the point, love.”

-Intertwining your fingers, he led you back to class, going to his seat with a proud smirk on his lips leaving a very flustered puffy-lips-messy-haired you in his wake.

Kirishima Eijiro

-Kiribaby is not the jealous type.

-Like only if you give your undivided attention to a puppy and you smother it with all your love and affection then maybe, just maybe, he will pout a bit and ask for his own fair share of love.

-He trusts you just like Todoroki does.

-Nothing has ever happened to suggest that he should worry about others stealing you from him so he doesn’t worry.

-Plus you are always together no matter what.

-Almost everyone from your class knows that you are together so the shipping doesn’t start from them.

-Oh no.

-It starts from class 3-B who has seen you talk to Tetsutetsu quite a bit this past few weeks.

-You might wait for him outside their classroom during lunch breaks.

-They have caught you hanging out outside of the school grounds.

-So the only logical explanation they can come up with is that you two are either A) dating or B) have a thing for each other and are getting there.

-Soon enough rumors start circulating.

- “Did you know that someone from the hero course is dating that metal guy from class 3-B?”

- “Yeah yeah I heard it’s that girl Y/N. They do look really cute together, not gonna lie.”

-Eventually these rumors reach Kiri’s ears and they kinda get to him.

-He knows that you haven’t been hanging out extra with Tetsutetsu since every time you guys go out he is always with you.

-You are the type of couple who does everything together, literally.

-Apart from being in different agencies ya’ll are holding hands almost 24/7.

-So he really doesn’t get what everyone is talking about.

-Mineta doesn’t help.

-He really doesn’t.

-He starts making scenarios about what you do while Kirishima is out of the dorms; how you have wrapped both homies around your finger and toying with them.

-Oh the very vivid scenes he creates with all three of you in a…. compromising position.

-Kirishima hates that most of all.

-The words coming out of Mineta’s mouth disgust him to no end and soon enough he is walking to your dorm ready to talk this through.

-Opening the door you greet your boyfriend with a smile and a quick peck but you immediately know what is on his mind.

- “Baby what are we gonna do?”

-You basically whine at the question.

-He spends the whole night at your dorm brainstorming ideas until you both pass out on your floor.

-And your solution to the problem?

-Ignore the whole thing and continue on with your lives.

-He suggested maybe leaving a mark somewhere *like our boy Sho* but you shot him down saying that they would just think Tetsutetsu did it.

-After Monoma catches you in your classroom making out on your desk though the rumors soon die out.

Bakugou Katsuki

-Crazy boom boom boy.

-Your relationship is a secret because he doesn’t want to deal with all the other idiots gushing over your relationship and getting all up in your business.

-Your relationship is a sacred thing he has sworn to protect and he won’t let Mineta’s ugly ass hands get anywhere near it.

-Gonna taint it even with his thoughts.

-Guard dog Bakugou bark bark.

-It’s fairly easy to maintain a secret relationship with him.

-Sure he might be a tiny bit calmer with you and maybe just maybe his eyes linger on you during training but yeah he treats you just like he treats all the other extras he is surrounded by.

-Now, Bakugou is kinda *read a lot* jealous in general.

-He doesn’t like when people he doesn’t fully trust or like, talk to you or are close to you.

-He has butted in on your conversations with Todoroki one too many times and the poor crispy baby is so confused like why are you like this?

-I just want the chemistry notes please let me get them in peace for once.

-You have chastised him about that manier times but your resolve melts when he pouts *YES HE POUTS AT YOU RWIHPWIE* before wrapping his strong arms around you.

- “I just don’t wanna lose you, dumbass.”

-You can barely make out his words as his face is buried in your stomach but you heard him and now you are tearing up at the pure emotion he is showing at these moments.

-At the end of the day though, he trusts you.

-He may not trust the other horny extras around you but he fully trusts you.

-There’s no doubt about that.

-You can imagine ,though, the instant rage he felt when he heard the girls talking about you and Deku.

- “They do make a great couple.”

- “Have you seen how they look at each other?”

- “Good for her, Deku is perfect boyfriend material.”

-First of all, how dare you, second hold the fuck up…..when did this become a WhoRe hOuSe?!?!?!?!

-Legit someone has to shake him out of his stupor after that one.

-You look at Deku in a certain way?

-Fucking DEKU?!?!?!

-THoughts are swirling in his mind almost pouring out of his ears when he hears the voice.

-That annoying ass voice that he has engraved in his brain since childhood.

-And the moment his eyes land upon Deku and you speaking, he sees red.

-He is pouncing on Deku in -5 seconds, the poor green haired boy completely unaware of what hit him, literally.

-They are on the floor wrestling on another, you screaming at Katsuki to stop and get his shit together while your boyfriend is spewing curse after curse at the OFA user simultaneously asking what the hell he was doing with HIS girlfriend.

-Aizawa had to break them up.

-They both got detention even though Deku did literally nothing.

-Katsuki was denied cuddles for a whole week and he was set on explaining duty now that the cat was out of the bag.

Midoriya Izuku

-Izuku is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.

-He is loyal, shows emotions, is good at communicating with you, has incredible date ideas although he is kinda forgetful at times and his packed schedule doesn’t leave enough time to spend with you, at least not as much as he wants, but he always tries to make up for it in other ways.

-You love how much trust he puts in you.

-You couldn’t be more grateful.

-But Izuku has his insecurities.

-At times it becomes hard for him to understand why exactly you’ve chosen him to love when you could have anyone you wanted in this school.

-He can’t wrap his pretty little head around the reason why you stay with him when the only thing you get out of all this is others saying you deserve better than some crybaby.

-It has become his mission to prove to you that he isn’t what others say he is; he isn’t some crybaby, he is a hero in training who won’t hesitate to risk his life for you.

-You have reassured him multiple times that you don’t care what others say.

-You fell in love with him, him and all of his flaws.

-No one told you that you should fall for him and no you didn’t agree to date him out of pity.

-Most of the time you manage to erase those thoughts from his mind replacing them with the warm feeling of your love.

-But there comes a time when no matter what you say, the words of other people will get the best of him and it will be a struggle to build himself back up.

-He is thankful to have you by his side during those moments because then he truly feels weak, he feels helpless, he knows these things shouldn’t bother him.

-He loves you and you love him end of story, but they do get to him.

-One of the worst times he questioned if he was good enough was during your third year.

-Being in the support department you couldn’t be by his side 24/7 but you did always manage to see him during breaks to the point the whole class knew you and slowly became your friends.

-The thing is they thought you two were also friends; neither had ever mentioned your relationship and things felt so comfortable between you that they assumed that you were really close friends.

-Izuku had suggested keeping your relationship on the down low; him being in the hero course and having created rather the reputation, he was afraid that you would be dragged into something dangerous.

-Plus All Might advised you two to keep it a secret and All Might’s words are law.

-Izuku loved how well you got along with his friends, it meant that when he revealed your relationship they would all welcome you with open arms.

-What he didn’t expect though was for them to start shipping you with someone else.

-For some weird reason the girls of his class started obsessing over your interactions with Bakugou and soon after that they started trying to get you two alone in the same room, much to your dismay.

-In reality, Bakugou was the only person who knew about your relationship.

-He had ran into you as you were leaving Izuku’s dorm room, catching you two kiss goodnight.

-Bakugou, as much as he disliked Izuku, would never get in the way of your relationship and he hated this ship shit as much maybe even more than you did.

-Izuku was ready to crawl into a whole and die.

-You had to stay in his room for almost a whole month to calm him down completely, him flying you to your own building in the morning so you don’t get in trouble.

-It was a difficult time aand his classmate’s comments didn’t help one bit.

-The tipping point was when he overheard Mina devising a plan of setting you guys up.

-He walked down to the common room the next day with you next to him, hands intertwined, a hickey barely visible under the hem of HIS shirt, shocking everyone in the vicinity.

-A new ship was created *after they harassed you for answers*

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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hello!! <3 ok i love the love language hc's omg - can i pls have some hc's for wilbur with a reader who's love language(s) are touch and words of affirmation, but they have a really hard time asking for affection? (aka reader really really wants cuddles and compliments, but gets Very flustered at the smallest bit of it lol) - tysm!! :] <3

wilbur x reader love language hcs

hi! sorry for taking so long to answer this, i’ve was kinda busy yesterday (and was procrastinating but we don’t talk about that) but here it is! hope you like it :]

cw: cursing (only like once but still)

wilbur w/ a s/o who’s love languages are touch and words of affirmation:

wilbur already gives you a lot of compliments and such

he is your biggest hype man

so there isn’t much of an issue on that part (besides the very red cheeks)

plus, he loves to just watch you smile anytime he compliments you

i know i always say this, but these boys are truly the biggest simps

always compliments how you look, even when you’re just in pajamas on a sunday morning watching cartoons

has secretly written a song about you

when he told you how you inspired him you were so flustered

which he thought was very cute

he always thanks you for putting up with his bullshit, especially when he was streaming in the house

listening to him scream late at night while trying to sleep

oh my god it would be so painful

and when wilbur apologized and thanked you for putting up with him you would just smile

and then he tells you how much he loves your smile

as much as you love the compliments, handling them is a different thing

every single nice word springs a sudden rash on your face

he mostly uses this to his advantage, in order to make fun of you

but onto the touch love language

wilbur is already pretty touchy

he loves cuddles and hanging out with you

it’s one of his favorite pastimes (besides streaming)

it’s always a big de-stressor when you guys have cuddle time

just all prior worries? gone. nowhere to be seen. just the biggest serotonin boost ever

dopamine released

but sometimes, he can’t always cuddle with you

he has his music to work on, streaming, and all that stuff

so he can get pretty busy, which leads to many late nights

and, yeah, maybe you need some love okay?

but when you have to actually ask for it??

that's where it gets complicated

so usually, you wait it out because of how flustered you always get, whether it's during cuddling or compliments

just red red face

after a while, you finally figure that you’ll go talk to him

“i am a strong, independent person. i can ask for cuddles without getting flustered!”

so let’s say this was when he was still streaming in the house

you lightly knock on the door, already regretting your decisions

you hear him tell chat he’s muting up and wait for him to come to the door

“hey, what’s up? something happen?”

“no, no, nothing happened. i was just wondering when you’re ending the stream?”

“why, you miss me?” at your lack of response he chuckles “do you seriously miss me?”

he’s caught onto you and there’s nowhere you can go

and somehow, a sudden rash is on your face

“awwww, now you’re all flustered!”

and then you’re being dragged into the room with him

instant regret: level 100

he quickly unmutes the mic while still holding onto you, “chat do you wanna know what’s happening? they missed me and now they’re all flustered!”

which just causes you to become even more flustered

“chat, look at them!”

and now everyone in chat is bullying you

immediately you try to hide your face in wilbur’s shoulder, thus causing chat and wilbur to bully you even more

“no, no, chat, only i can bully them. be nice.” he lightly pats the back of your head as a comfort while you groan into his shirt

when he sits back down he pulls you into his lap

instant panic

“no, no, no no nononono, i don't need to sit with you, it’s okay will”

so he just holds you even tighter

the two of you hangout and talk with chat

and after about an hour, he ends stream

he makes sure to apologize and thank you for putting up with him when you guys are laying in bed and you’re red again, which causes him to laugh

you reassure him that it’s okay and finally you go to sleep

you love him, even when he makes you flushed

aaaa, i hope you liked it! once again, sorry this took a while. i had a lot of fun writing it though! have a lovely day :)

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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jiminrings · 3 years

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umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌

retail-type beat

drabble week: day three

drabble week masterlist

pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine

you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers

the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!

and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet

“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers

he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day

“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”

hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made

retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay

“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”

OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO

makes you feel like ur walking on air

but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet

he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3

jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes

“you wipe the glass this time.”

oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands

you don’t mind it honestly

you might honestly like it

you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes

there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-

maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT

it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!

you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE

although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-

oh it’s just yoongi

yoongi?

yoongi’s already here????

yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!

no, not a regular customer — an always customer

he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period

he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it

he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him

he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago

but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?

“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”

?!!?!!

“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”

jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown

you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(

“YOONGI!”

“YES??”

you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left

“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”

“I KNOW!!”

wow they’re uh

they’re really loud

sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell

lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him

a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing

“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”

“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”

"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"

namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool

but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop

as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0

"IF YOU SAY SO?"

you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!

he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud

his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules

... you don't hate his outfits

pretty cute, actually

it's yoongi!!

you'd never catch him lacking!!!

you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag

one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off

toon-teen-ten!

oh god that’s the sound of the intercom

and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook

... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin

he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop

“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”

you see the thing is :D

“now this is just funny

there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!

“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“

“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”

him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D

10/10 totally fair

fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat

that leaves you and yoongi. alone.

“why did you come so early this time?”

you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit

yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no

“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”

???

is he-

are you-

are you both talking about the same thing

yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying

“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"

oh right

typical :D

"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"

you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh

“not unless you pulled it out already."

he's hoping that dear god you haven't

the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???

he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it

it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it

"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."

wait

that’s sweet :((

“i’ll hold you to that.”

you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less

your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin

or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf

or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother

or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error

his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times

there it is!!!

the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left

the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether

yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!

he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know

he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer

yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all

he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!

he wants to spend a little more time here

you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi

he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded

he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice

yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it

he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager

he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends

yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind

"what do you got for me?"

he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already

it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread

well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued

“we have... a new collection."

you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either

“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"

uhm you haven't read the brief about this

you aren't even sURE if there is one!!

doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail

or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you

“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."

“everything?

yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all

you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all

“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."

it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together

“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"

"the material?"

you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really

"t-the material is shirt."

they're all shirts!!! that’s it

yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it

“what?? you can't say that.”

he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger

"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"

uhm yes

you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes

yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out

"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"

okay where is he going with this

he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???

it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion

"yea-..."

“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."

okay yoongi

you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you

“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"

"i don't-"

there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation

“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"

:((

why is he being like this?

toon-teen-ten!

“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"

jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt

yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further

“bye. happy shopping."

huh?

yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((

there's not even a customer service smile :(((

yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin

seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say

but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note

yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again

you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge

you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways

needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly

you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!

you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways

you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!

you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week

“jin, i need to ask you something.”

he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it

“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"

he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed

why did you ask him? it’s too easy

“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."

that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him

it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard

oh you’re hounded alright

“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”

yoongi????

you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty

"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

wow

you're quite speechless as he holds up the item

really?

this thing all over again???

why are you even surprised

the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him

“70% wool."

that's it???

NO GOOD MORNING????

you're mad at him, aren't you?

he knew it :((

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he’s gonna fix this!! he will

which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there

you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D

you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing

“good morning!"

you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand

the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks

yoongi??

he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time

the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening

“you already bought this."

you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag

“i know. i just wanted to see you."

yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter

hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them

“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."

you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face

"it's okay, yoongi.”

“it's not."

... it’s not?

yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former

“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."

“don't feel obligated-"

“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."

alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker

you mIGHT be even flustered a little

“you're holding the line, yoongi.”

“i cleared my schedule."

“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back

“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"

hmmm

maybe that wouldn’t hurt

“okay. just because you're holding the line."

“fine by me."

:))

yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag

he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does

he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you

it's the sweater that he has too

yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one

“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."

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bbyannabeth · 3 years

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hello hello, i just posted this fic right now.

below the cut is an alternate ending to the fic because i hate writing angst and i needed some serotonin. but please read the fic before reading the alt. ending<3

Getting to the Underworld was a lot easier when she had a child of Hades as her friend. Nico shadow traveled with her to his father’s palace, leaving them right outside the doors. “Thank you,” she said, staring up at the doors.

“No problem. You sure you want me to leave, though?” he asked. Annabeth nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” she said. She had Mrs. O’Leary’s whistle in her pocket. Technically that was Percy’s possession, but the hellhound had always loved her too so she hoped it would still work.

“Okay,” Nico said quietly, somewhat awkward. “See you later, then.”

“Bye,” she replied, and then she was alone. Taking one heavy breath, Annabeth pushed through the doors of the palace. “Lord Hades!” she yelled, walking in.

He materialized in front of her. “What a nice surprise,” he said, his voice flat. “I love screaming children bursting into my home.”

“My apologies, my Lord. You know why I’m here, though.”

“I do,” Hades said. “But I can’t help you.”

He started to walk away but Annabeth followed. “Yes, you can!” she protested. “Percy saved the Gods, he saved you. He’s the only reason Camp Halfblood accepts Nico. He deserves a better life than what he got.”

“He… he made his choices,” he said, though he didn’t sound confident. It reminded her of what her mother said. Annabeth thought that was bullshit. He made his choices based on the circumstances. He would’ve never willingly chosen this life to begin with, none of them would.

“Do it to spite Zeus, then,” she tried. “This eternal feud with your brothers – this would piss them off pretty good!”

Hades stopped, like he was considering it. The silence grew longer and Annabeth was almost worried she’d crossed some line. But then he turned.

“Okay.”

She blinked. “Okay?” she asked.

Hades nodded. “You make good points. He saved us and he’s befriended Nico, I do appreciate those things,” he said. He grinned, a sight that sent shivers up her spine. His smile had an unintentional (or at least she hoped it was unintentional) evil to it that she didn’t like. “And it would be very satisfying to anger my brothers.”

Annabeth was stunned. This has been her entire goal but she was shocked it had actually worked. After what happened on Olympus, she had expected to walk out of there empty-handed.

“Th-thank you, Lord Hades,” she stuttered. “I can’t thank you enough. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

He nodded once before flicking his wrist. In a cloud of dark smoke, Percy appeared in the room with them. He was translucent but other than that, he looked just as he had before. Hades held up a hand to stop her from rushing forward. “You’ll walk right through him,” he said with a dark chuckle.

Percy stared at her, disoriented. Hades flicked his wrist again and Percy jolted, his body becoming solid again. Annabeth looked at Hades, who then rolled his eyes. “Go ahead.”

Annabeth launched forward, tackling Percy in a hug. He was still confused but his arms tightened around her. “Oh my Gods,” she mumbled. “I got you. You’re safe.”

“Annabeth?” he whispered, starting to regain his senses. She stepped back to cup his face.

“Yeah, Perce. It’s me. You’re safe.”

“I don’t,” he trailed off, blinking at Hades. “You brought me back?”

“Your girlfriend was very insistent,” he replied with a shrug. Annabeth almost laughed. Percy blinked again.

“Thank you, Lord Hades,” he stuttered. “Thank you so much.”

The God nodded. “If you die again, you’re on your own,” he said with a smile. Another twisted-looking one that made Annabeth shiver.

She hugged Percy close again and they heard Hades sigh. “Okay, you guys are gross,” he said. It almost sounded like he was… teasing them? Annabeth laughed quietly, her cheeks flushing as she stepped back.

“Thank you again, my Lord,” she said. “We’re indebted to you.”

“Considering it a favor,” he replied. “Now get out of here.”

His wrists flicked and Annabeth was suddenly enveloped in darkness. Her eyes fluttered open, and she and Percy were standing at the New York entrance to the Underworld. With a delirious laugh, she tackled him in another hug. One that sent them sprawling into the grass. “Oh my fucking Gods,” she said, pulling him as close as she could.

“Annabeth,” he murmured, digging his face into her neck. She pulled back enough to cup his face.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he replied, staring up at her in awe. “You got me out, Beth.”

“I know,” she said. Her emotions started to creep back up her throat and suddenly she was crying again. “But still. You- you died. That-“

“Wasn’t your fault,” he said, cutting her off. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Annabeth pressed her forehead to his. “I couldn’t do this life without you. I didn’t want to.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I’m right here.”

Annabeth sniffled and nodded before standing up, pulling him with her. “We should go see your mom,” she said. Percy’s eyes widened and something in him broke.

“Yeah,” he agreed. They walked there and she told him everything that had happened the past week or so. Getting out of Tartarus, defeating Gaia, visiting Sally, and then storming Olympus. He listened silently, their hands locked between them. Part of her was afraid to let go, as though this were some dream and he’d vanish if she released him.

They were stepping into the elevator, going up to the fourth floor, when Percy let out a quiet breath. “Why am I nervous?” he whispered. “It’s my mom.”

“You haven’t seen her in months, Perce,” Annabeth replied gently. “It’ll be okay.”

“Did you visit her much while I was… gone?” he asked. Annabeth nodded.

“At least once a week before our quest,” she said, a small smile gracing her features. She and Sally had gotten extremely close over the course of Percy’s disappearance. “I even slept in your bed a few nights because I had accidentally ended up staying later than I meant.”

He laughed quietly and dropped her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You probably helped her so much.”

“She helped me,” Annabeth replied. In those months, seeing Sally had kept Annabeth from slipping away entirely. Sally made sure she stayed fed and well. If it hadn’t been for her, Annabeth would’ve withered away.

“I love you.”

Annabeth smiled and as the doors opened, she quickly tilted her head up to kiss him softly. “I love you, too.”

She took his hand again and they walked through the halls. Stopping in front of the door, Annabeth looked up at him. He lifted his hand, paused for just a brief second, and then knocked on the door. Annabeth held his other hand tight as they waited.

The door opened and then Sally Jackson was in front of them. Her hair was in a loose bun and her eyes were red. She stared at Percy, who was crying again. Honestly, Annabeth felt a bit like crying herself. “Mom,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

In an instant, their arms were wrapped around each other. It was a little funny now that Percy was taller, but that didn’t stop Annabeth from tearing up.

“My baby,” Sally murmured. “I love you so much, oh Gods.”

Annabeth saw Percy’s shoulders shake with silent sobs. Sally’s eyes opened just for a second, but she caught sight of Annabeth and regained enough sense to pull away. “Come inside, let’s get out of the hall.”

They were ushered inside and Percy was being wrapped up in another tight hug. Annabeth excused herself quietly, trailing down to the bathroom to wipe her tears away. She was so overwhelmed with emotion and she wanted to give them a moment alone.

When she returned, they had seemingly just broken apart. Sally turned that warm, loving gaze on Annabeth now and swept her up a hug. “I’m so glad you’re safe,” she said, and Annabeth melted. And then, much quieter, Sally whispered, “Thank you.”

Annabeth nodded and hugged her tighter. She caught Percy’s eye over Sally’s shoulder and he smiled at her. His mother had always loved Annabeth, but it must’ve been interesting to see how much closer they had gotten over the last year. Sally pulled away and looked at both of them.

“Well,” she said, huffing out a disbelieving laugh as she wiped her tears. “We should order some pizza and talk. Paul will be home in about an hour.”

They sat in the living room, Annabeth tucked into Percy’s side and she told Sally about what happened on Olympus and in the Underworld. She looked impressed at Annabeth’s determination. “Well,” Sally said with a gentle laugh. “At least I know I can count on you to take care of him.”

Annabeth wanted to cry. She had always been the one who was supposed to take care of Percy, and yet she had let him die. Instead of crying, because Gods, was she tired of it, she lifted her eyes to Percy. He was already looking back at her.

“Yeah, someone has to,” she said softly. Percy kissed her head.

“I’m glad it’s you, then,” he whispered.

Just then, the door opened and Percy tensed. “Honey?” Paul called out and Sally smiled.

“In the living room.”

“Did you end up…” he trailed off when he entered the room and his eyes landed on Percy. His bag, filled with school papers and his laptop, fell to the ground. “P-Percy?”

In a flash, Percy was off the couch and pulled into another hug. He and Paul had always been decently close, with maybe a hint of natural awkwardness settled between them. After being gone for so long, though, any residual tension had disappeared and they both seemed perfectly comfortable in a hug.

When Paul finally pulled back, he looked at Percy, then Annabeth, then Sally. “I don’t… understand.”

Sally laughed gently. Her mood had improved greatly since they had gotten to the apartment, for obvious reasons. “Come sit,” she said.

Halfway through retelling the story, the pizza got there and Sally brought it into the living room for all of them to dig into. Afterward, Paul nodded slowly. “This was definitely an interesting family to marry into.”

Annabeth laughed quietly and leaned further into Percy. She only had the stomach capacity for a single slice of pizza right now, despite not eating nearly enough the past few months. In a moment of bravery, she tilted her head up to brush her lips against his ear. “Good thing I’m already used to how crazy this family can be.”

His eyes snapped to hers and she smiled slowly. She remembered what he’d said about New Rome, how demigods could grow up, get married and start families. She wanted that with him and she wanted to be sure he knew that. Judging by the way he kissed her, in full view of his parents, she was fairly confident that he knew.

They stayed there on the couches for a while, catching up. Conversation rarely ceased and Annabeth smiled more in those couple hours than she had in the last six months. It was only about 8:30 when Percy had yawned for the millionth time. “Tired?” she asked gently.

He nodded, leaning against. She looked at Sally. “This one is about to pass out on me,” Annabeth said, nudging Percy who hummed. “We’re gonna head to bed.”

“Okay,” Sally said before getting up with them and wrapping Percy in another hug. Annabeth heard her whisper, “I’m glad you’re home,” to Percy.

“Me too,” he replied before pulling back. Sally didn’t hesitate to hug Annabeth again.

“I love you guys,” she said when she released Annabeth.

“Love you,” Annabeth said softly, smiling. Percy echoed the same sentiment, taking her hand and leading her down the hall.

Once they were safely in his room, he quietly locked the door and turned to her. “You know, if this demigod stuff doesn’t work out for me, I could be an actor.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. “Why’s that?”

His hands slipped under her hoodie, finding her waist and he pulled her closer. “I’m not tired,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. “I just missed you.”

“While I was right next to you?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “I missed kissing you. Thought I’d have to wait a long time to be able to do that again. And now I’m back, and we’ve barely gotten to do any kissing.”

Annabeth couldn’t help the way her lips twitched upwards. “You would’ve waited that long to kiss me again?” she asked softly.

“I’d wait a million lifetimes if it meant I got to kiss you again,” he replied, his voice devoid of teasing. Finally, he was done with talking and he leaned down to press his lips to hers. Annabeth’s arms snaked up around his neck and she pulled him closer. Walking her backward towards the bed, he muttered against her lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she replied.

Annabeth hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the simple act of kissing him until now. All she wanted to do was get wrapped up in his touch, which wasn’t wise with his parents being down the hall.

For once, however, she decided as she pulled him into the bed with her, wisdom could wait.

#percabeth #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #hoo #heroes of olympus #fic #gray writes

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attemptinghaikyuu · 3 years

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Reassuring Them When They’re Feeling Insecure

A/n: ITS SEMI-FLUFF TIME though I was tempted to write more pure angst, but like,,, the desire for fluff won out!

*G/n reader*

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He’s really not the kind of person to overthink, Omi’s learned not to sweat the little stuff. He knows he’s a good player and person, and if he ever gets down over something, he has your support🥺 So it’s never too bad when he’s upset. People can be pretty judgmental over his habits sometimes, and that can be a bit discouraging if he lets their words effect him. But once there’s a bond formed with a person, any misconceptions are gone. At least they usually are. Sakusa let’s himself be open with other people only after he feels he can trust them. You can imagine his surprise when he hears a relatively close teammate talk about his clean “freak” habits like it was plaguing the whole team. It hurts more than he wants to admit. He tries to ignore the betrayal and focus on volleyball, but he’s feeling guilty over the slight possibility he could be disrupting his team. Getting home that day, he’ll continue to push down his worries. Within a minute you can tell something must’ve happened. Gently pulling him away from his brooding to sit on your bed, you cup his face and ask him what’s wrong. He’s finally breaking down over what his teammate said. You’re quick to reassure him his habits could in NO WAY hurt others😤😡 Sakusa has pulled you on top of him at this point and has buried his face into the crook of your neck. You’re both there for the rest of the night. Quiet reassurances of how his habits are his and how he’s always going to be perfect to you, pull pouts smiles out of your boyfriend.

Bokuto Koutaro

Well, he’s always had lots of moments where he felt he wasn’t good enough. Bokuto’s a rollercoaster of ups and down, his feelings constantly changing. You already know how to help him feel better when he goes into his emo modes. Honestly, just your presence alone will boost his mood.

You: *exists*

Bokuto: It’s free serotonin, baby😎

Ya, his bummed moments never last long when he has you. People will joke about the face he makes when you show up during his emo modes. The instant change from dejection to happy relief is both adorable and hilarious. However, his mood not changing with you by his side, is a dead giveaway that something is seriously wrong. Bokuto’s sitting on your guy’s couch when he bursts into tears over overhearing that you would be better with someone more mature. And then he’s feeling even worse over crying over it. Isn’t he just proving their point? He’s turning away when he hears the door open, your cheery voice calling out. “Kou! I’m sorry I’m late, love! It was crazy at work today, we didn’t have any- You stop when you realize he hasn’t come to give you a hug like usual. Calling his name, you walk into the living room to find him hunched and facing away from you. Jogging over to him and asking if he’s alright, worry fills your gut at the lack of response and tear tracks on his face. You wrap your arms around him hoping for a response. Slight relief runs through you as he puts his own arms around you. He’s crying harder now and he can’t help the rambled confession of him not being good enough when he’s always so immature. He hates when “you need someone better” slips out. He hates the possibility of you agreeing. But he loves when you automatically tell him he’s the best for you, that no one else could fit by your side as well as him. You also assure him you’re just as immature and childish at times, and that the only one who’s truly mature is Akaashi. That gets a laugh out of him. Once his tears have stopped and he’s smiling, you pull him up to start dinner with him. It’s full of laughter and jokes... and also nearly starting a fire. Y’all shouldn’t be in the kitchen alone together lmao

Atsumu Miya

He’s learned over time not to take comments about him being rude or the worse twin to heart. Atsumu’s always had to deal with insecurities, and he’s developed a thick skin to most things. Yet, the third time he screws up his serve in practice, old comments about him start flowing into his mind. He doesn’t want to think they’re true. He’s more off today then he’s been in years though. Then the intrusive thought that his brother would be doing better if he was hear came. He decides to stay a little longer to keep practicing after that. A little longer turns into two hours. He’s not responding to your texts and he’s always quick to answer you, even at odd times of the day. Walking into the gym, you wanna be mad, but the look on his face is of pure frustration. Waiting for the ball to leave his hands so you can avoid being hit, you make your way over to grab his callused hands and look them over. He’s panting, obviously exhausted. Tightening the hold on his hands the moment he tries to tug them away, mumbling he still needs to work and that you should head back home since he’ll be here awhile. “Hey, Tsumu, come on.. did something happen? I’ll listen if that’s what you need or I can try to help, but please talk to me.” His face is contorting and it looks like he trying to hold back tears. Which doesn’t work very well considering the next second they’re rolling down his face. “I just need to be a better player.” Frowning you assure he’s already an incredible volleyball player. He’s shaking his head, choking over his words as he rehashes that he has to be better unless he really is the inferior twin. Giving his hands a squeeze, you chuckle, earning a testy eyed glare from your boyfriend. You tell him all the ways he is most certainly not inferior to his brother. You also make sure to bring up how him and Osamu are completely different and so neither can be inferior to the other. But you do tell him this twin is your favorite. “I would hope so, you are dating this one.” He smiles a little, and you wipe a stray tear off his cheek. Walking out of the gym hand in hand, you ask Atsumu if he’s hungry, smiling when he nods. “Maybe we can get onigiri from that Miya place.” Laughing at his scowl, you than suggest making some onigiri yourself’s. It turns out a little lumpy and it’s obvious somethings off, but you know you’d take this over Osamu’s professional food any day. Atsumu wraps you in a hug when you tell him so. He’s not gonna let go for a long time, he loves you too much :,)

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years

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A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 3/4 of my pieces for the sixth day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is places, let’s go head to Taito Station. My last piece for the day will be out in a couple of hours! You can find all the days of the collab here!

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, fun, a playful spank, and some kisses

Word Count: 1.2k

Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, shaking you from the trance you now had as you watched the breeze push around the trees out your window. You slowly picked it up and looked at the message that now sat on your screen. Your eyes narrowed as you read the sentence.

Satoru 💞 2:56pm

I’ll be at your place at 7pm, be ready.

Your message back was simple, something you had figured he would answer quickly.

2:56pm

Can I ask you where we’re going, Sato?

It wasn’t like him to not answer a simple message like this, but after ten minutes you started to wonder what was up his sleeve.

You waited the rest of the night in wonder as you watched the clock get closer and closer to the time, knowing that you’d have to start getting ready soon.

As you climbed into a pair of leggings and a nice shirt you wondered if you were too underdressed. Why else would he have told you to make sure that you were ready? You shook your head again and got back to getting ready, throwing on some light makeup before heading back toward your living room.

You heard the front door open and footsteps coming toward you. You called out to him, greeted by the familiar face of the Sorcerer that you knew and loved. You hopped off the couch and started for him, watching him lift one side of his blindfold over his eye. Satoru bit his lip and licked his lips as he watched your figure nearing him.

“Looking good, baby.” As you reached forward and placed your hands on his chest, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Ready to get going?”

You smiled and turned for the door. “Let’s go.” Once your back was to him a firm hand hit your backside, something you should have expected but it still shocked you. “Sato!”

As you turned your head back to him you caught the sly grin that shown on his face as he spoke. “Did you really think you could wear those pants and get by me without that happening?”

You rolled your eyes at him and opened your front door. Same old Satoru Gojo, why would you think anything would be different?

* * * * * *

The car ride had been quick, something you hadn’t thought would happen, but the parking lot was unfamiliar as he pulled in. But the big sign outside told you where you were. Taito Station. Had Satoru Gojo really brought you here?

You climbed out of the car and watched as he waited for you to make it to him. As you both walked toward the front door you heard him break the silence. “We haven’t done anything fun outside of the house in a while so I figured this could be a fun time.’

You looked over at him and smiled. You had never been to Taito Station before and for him to do something as “normal” as this was unseen. “It’ll be amazing, Sato.”

Walking through the door was almost surreal. The colored lights that lit up the area, the hundreds of crane games that lines the walls, the arcade games that surrounded the space between.

The excitement in your voice as you turned back to him and grabbed his shirt made butterflies line his stomach. “Look at this place, Satoru! It’s amazing in here!”

Satoru wrapped an arm around your shoulder and made his way down the aisles of crane games, pulling you close, claiming you as his around the men in the area. “We’ve got quite a bit of stuff to look through so we better get moving.”

* * * * * *

As the coins fell from the machine and Satoru scooped them into the small coin bag you screeched with excitement. Satoru chuckled at you and motioned forward. “Lead the way, this is all you, doll.”

Your feet couldn’t move fast enough, Satoru just barely able to keep up with you as you zoomed through the aisles.

Each new crane game brought a small boost of serotonin to you, especially after that sound would tell you that you won. And the extra hard ones that you couldn’t get, Satoru was right there to help you.

Bags filled with prizes lined his arms as you dwindled down the coins he gave you, anxious to bring all your new things home, but also never wanting the night to end.

As the last coin went into the machine and the prize finally fell into the spot you turned to Satoru, puppy dog eyes gleaming for him. “Sato, I’m all out of coins.” You put your hands together and pouted. “Can I have more?”

Satoru looked from you to his arms and widened his eyes. “Doll, I can’t hold anything else. I think it’s time we start heading home.” He turned and pointed toward the clock on the wall. “It’s getting pretty late. It’s already midnight.”

You sighed and smiled at him. “I’ll head home, but only if you promise to stay with me tonight.”

His smile widened as he watched your hopeful eyes glow just a little more. “Fine. If we head back now I’ll stay at your place tonight. It’s pretty late and I have to meet with the kids tomorrow so I’ll be closer that way.”

Another happy screech came from you as you took a bag from his arms, lightening the load a little bit for him.

The walk back to the car was a saddening one, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be hard to convince him to come back again. One simple button popped the trunk of his car and he loaded the bags into it, taking the one from you to add to the pile.

As he closed the trunk his hands touched your hips, your arms almost instinctively wrapped around his neck. It wasn’t often that you got to see this domestic, fluffy side of Satoru, so you savored it while you did.

You pushed your lips out toward him and ascended when his lips touched yours. Your lips danced together as he pushed your figure against the side of his car. You chuckled into his kiss as you broke away. “I love you, Satoru Gojo.”

His features were soft as he beamed back at you. “And I love you.” He used his grip on your hips to turn you and push you softly toward the car. “Now let’s get home so I can show you just how much I do.”

Your cheeks warmed as he turned and walked to his side of the car. Soft, domestic Satoru had vanished in an instant and the normal Satoru was back. The wait for it to happen next started now, if only you could get it to stay when it came by. But you knew that probably wouldn’t happen. But there was no changing Satoru Gojo, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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