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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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nagi has beef with any of your pets cuz why do they get to lay around all day but he doesn’t :(

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— feline foe + seishiro nagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — strangers to enemies except it’s nagi and your pet cat.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, semi-smutty, mentions of sex, suggestive towards the end, dry humping, owning a cat lol, the cat walks in on you, established relationship, pro player!nagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — thank u lambie for sending me this ! i thought it was too cute an idea not to write! also i queued this to post on nagi’s bday so happy bday to my bf <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

it might sound vain, but nagi was sure that before it arrived, he was the centre of your universe.

he had all of your attention, always. you went out of your way to bring him lunches at the stadium during practices and helped him drink water or energy drinks on the pitch at his games because you liked to believe that it would bring him good luck and he let you. his teammates heave with jealousy each and every time.

when your days were done, you’d let nagi settle his head in your lap while you brush back his hair and scratch at his scalp — letting him game to his heart's content in your company. nagi might have been pampered too and much to the point where he expected to have all of your attention… so he doesn’t quite understand why all of it shifts to a brand new presence in your lives.

your cat.

miruku. milk.

it’s a ridiculous name for an animal, nagi thinks, it’s a pest. annoying. but he couldn’t say no to you when you’d brought the stray cream-coloured kitty home, soaked in rain from where you’d chased it around his apartment complex trying to bring it inside. if he said no to you, that would’ve been another issue in itself — and nagi hated when you fought. it was bothersome having you play silent treatment.

so you keep it, the kitten, and everything changes for seishiro nagi. for the worst.

miruku can do everything nagi isn’t allowed to nd gets away with it as well. he raids the fridge if you leave it open, doesn’t have to pay to replenish it because of course cats don’t have income. he wakes you up at ungodly hours for playtime which usually consists of you sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking around a ball of yarn for the kitty to play with. it’s irritating for nagi, having your warmth stolen away from him and pulling him out of the depths of slumber by your lack of presence— all because the stupid cat wants to play ball and you just can’t seem to say no to it.

the feline that’s suspiciously close to looking like your boyfriend if he were to be an animal is also allowed to sleep in. miruku naps where he pleases, in the linen closet, the corner of the kitchen where the water pipes run hot, on top of the drier and especially by the front door where he trips up nagi on the way in from practices. it’s like the cat is purposely trying to make the pro-player’s life even more difficult than it’s meant to be and you find it’s every single movement adorable.

the worst place miruku could possibly nap is seishiro’s favourite spot— on your chest. nuzzled against your boobs on a warm sunday afternoon where your boyfriend should be, where your boyfriend should be making you giggle by sucking hickies into your neck while he thumbs at the skin underneath your breasts. he should be suckling on the sweet expanse of your skin lazily, working you up just enough to offer yourself up to appease seishiro’s insatiable appetite.

and its so sick that he can’t because of your pampered little pet. you’d just brush him off and tell him ‘you’ll get your turn later, sei,’ which makes nagi hate that stupid fucking cat even more than anything.

you don’t ever let seishiro sleep in these days, ripping the blankets from his tall frame every morning with a slice of toast hanging from between your pretty lips as you say. “get up sei, wake up for me, baby.” you coo sweetly, briefly letting go of your breakfast to kiss his forehead before you rush out of the door. “i won’t be happy if isagi or reo have to wake you up for practice. ‘kay?”

“mmm…lil’ longer. please angel.” he groans but you weave your fingers through his snow white locks to scratch at his scalp before you tug on them slightly.

“up. seishiro nagi. i’ll see you later!” the tone you use is warning, and prompts nagi to shift int he sheets to get out of bed.

he huffs, stretching his limbs a little too similarly to your kitty companion before the realisation hits— miruku is laying in your spot, comfy and cosy. sleeping. and it only pisses him off more. that should be him.

“you’re a pain.” seishiro narrows his eyes at the snoozing feline, scratching it under the chin and the twitch of miruku’s ears tells him that he’s been acknowledged as a rival.

so be it.

“how come this cat gets away with everythin’ ‘nd i don’t?”

nagi whines into your neck, watching with darkened and narrowed eyes as his feline opponent hops up onto the couch to join you both in your late night cuddle session. miruku makes his presence known, pushing his head under your chin affectionately and clawing at the fluffy blanket draped over you and your boyfriend. you obviously find it adorable, your hands slipping from seishiro’s soft white hair to tickle just behind your pet’s ear— completely discarding the man tucked into your side.

“what are you talking about, sei?” you mumble absentmindedly — missing the way the striker squirms in his seat and squeezes you close by the waist, as if to pull you away from the offending kitty.

seishiro grumbles out a response. “he gets to sleep in, but when i do it, it’s a bother. same for when he gets in the fridge too, and when i nap on top of you—“

“stop complaining about him, sei. miruku is just a baby!” you scold your boyfriend, hugging your kitten to your chest, cooing down at him as if he really is a baby. nagi seethes from beside you, that should be him in your arms and not some cat-like freeloader from the streets. miruku blinks up at the white-haired pro player slowly, his mouth opening in a petty meow that almost makes nagi hiss back in response.

“i’m supposed to be your baby.”

“and you are! but you’re just a little more self-sufficient than my precious lil’ kitty— he needs me to take care of him.”

“why don’t you just take care of me? cats are s’pposed to be independent,” seishiro nuzzles into your neck, his lips still pouty against your skin and you’d be a liar to say you weren’t overwhelmed with affection for your two boys. “‘n looking after the two of us must be a drag…”

rolling your eyes, you turn your head to capture nagi in a surprise chaste kiss just to sate him— brushing your lips over his delicately. “i do take care of you, seishiro. some might say you’re a little spoilt with how much i do,” smiling into the kiss, you scratch your nails through his scalp in the way that he likes, a lot similar to your feline friend before jumping up from the couch with a clap of your hands. “now which one of my boys is hungry?”

miruku is promptly shooed to the floor beside a frustrated nagi left without your warmth. the pair share a brief moment of eye contact as your boyfriend runs a hand over his face in annoyance.

“i hate you.”

“meow.”

the final straw for nagi is the night your cat makes it into the bedroom while you’re having sex.

he’s pent up, training has been more intensive than usual and all he wants to do is come home and lose himself in you. you let him, falling into the sheets with seishiro nagi, your hands lost in his sea of perfectly soft white hair, your mouth on his, your legs wrapped around the small of his waist as he sinks into you for the first time in a long time. you share a moan, muffled by nagi’s tongue working it’s way down your throat and his entire body weight thrown over you.

somehow he manages to tear through your clothes, tongue hungrily lapping over your pert nipples while you tug his aching cock free from the confines of his shorts. tears sting at your waterline as nagi presses into your cunt without much prep. he’s so big, you feel as though he might already be kissing your cervix without even moving and you tug hard on his hair at the feeling of nagi twitching within your walls.

“s-sei, god. fill me up s’good—!”

he cuts you off with a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as he gives an experimental thrust. “s’no fair…s’pretty. so tight around me, fuck, angel…”

the moment is perfect, he’s dizzy with love and desire and all caught up in the heat it all… that is until your stupid fucking cat starts screaming bloody murder from outside your locked door.

“leave it,” seishiro grunts, pawing at your sides and languidly rolling his hips into yours. “s’probably nothin’, angel.”

you gasp and nod, delirious with ecstasy and pull him closer but miruku seems to whine again— scratching pathetically at the door. “sei, what if—?”

“he’s fine, jus’ focus on me, pretty thing.” and for the most part you try, you let nagi have his way with you— let him pin you to the bed and make you see galaxies and you’re both about to burst when he swears to the fucking stars he feels that cat’s paw between his balls.

he doesn’t remember what happens next, just that he sees red or turns it and you are equally as embarrassed— shuffling out of the room to deal with your pesky cat, draped in one of sei’s spare hoodies.

that’s when nagi decides he’s had enough.

his final plan isn’t to get rid of miruku but instead to steal your attention away from the dumb animal.

nagi puts a little more effort into cleaning up himself and the house for you once he gets back from practice at blue lock ( after multiple face times to barou and isagi, reo and others ). he stops by a flower shop and puts together an arrangement that he thinks you’ll like because the colours remind him so much of you.

when you come home, your eyes light up at the bouquet on your sparkling countertops and the sight of your boyfriend lounging around in your kitchen on his phone. “baby, did you get these for me?” you swoon.

“yeah. on the way back from practice i went to that flower shop you always talk about.”

“sei, that’s not even on the way home,” you smile and his heart flutters in his chest. “you didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

nagi bristles with happiness as you make your way into his arms of your own accord and hide your face in his toned chest. “i’d do anything for you, angel,” he mumbled into your hairline and uses a finger to tilt your head up for a gentle kiss, quickly distracting you from miruku who’s jumped up onto the counter. “missed you, s’much.” he knows exactly what he’s doing when he presses his cock between your thighs, dropping his lips to your neck wetly.

“m-missed you too, sei but…gotta feed the cat…”

your kitten purrs at your side but seishiro rolls you over, nailing your hips down to the countertops and grinds into you feverishly. his plan is working.

“no buts, need you. god… s’not fair bein’ away from you f’so long. baby…fuck.” he’s whiny and needy, grabbing handfuls of your ass to slide you back and forth on his growing erection so that you become putty in his hands. you’re so lightheaded that you don’t even hear your cat meowing for your attention— clinging onto nagi’s broad shoulders for dear life. “unless you want me to stop?”

you blink up at your boyfriend, teary eyed and ravenous— for once not reaching out instinctively to pet miruku but instead reaching up to tug on seishiro’s soft snowball locks and bring him down to your height. “i don’t want you to stop, seishiro,” you growl, your voice dipping into sensual and sultry territory. “i want you to fuck me.”

“can do, angel.” he coos, letting you drag him by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

nagi throws a smug look over his shoulder at your unhappy cat, grinning from ear to ear as miruku hisses at him in defeat.

nagi: 1 - miruku: 0

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explicit-tae · 5 months

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Babe I just giggle maniacally for a straight up fluff of ungodly hour. Where mc just softly complaining in whispers to jk her back hurts for her work and ehem from him too. Jk just cooed and rubs her back her cheeks her arms her thighs cuz boy when simp for the ninth time and its all just fluff UGHHHH

you know every time someone has a thought about ungodly hour i have to write it 😭💜

Ungodly Hour

word count: 1.173

“So I was thinking about wearing this tomorrow for dinner with your parents.” Jungkook turns around, holding up something you didn’t care to see. “I need to come off as someone who - are you okay?”

Jungkook knits his brows at your unmoving position on the bed - the same position he’s left you in 10 minutes prior - naked and all.

You mumble something inaudible to Jungkook and he sighs. He places the shirt neatly back into the closet and comes closer to the bed. “This is why I said we need a safe word.”

You suck your teeth at Jungkook’s words.

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. I fucked you so good that-”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You hiss, straining your neck to look at him.

Jungkook wants to laugh because, of course, you’d speak up to argue with him.

“It’s not like we do anything that requires a safe word. You act as if you have me hanging from the ceiling.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “The way you’re laying there after a good fuck, you mind-”

Jungkook manages to dodge a kick, but it isn’t like you put enough force into it. Jungkook decides to stop teasing you.

“My body just hurts.” you murmur, a slight pout on your lips. “Not because of you or your mediocre dick, either. I just had a long day at work.”

Jungkook scoffs with a roll of his eye. “It must be so hard standing in the same place.”

Your eyes harden at Jungkook and in retaliation, you decide to turn over, back facing him. “I actually had to stock stuff today.” you say. You were sick of Jungkook and his constant teasing that your job “wasn’t stressful” because all you did was “stand there and look pretty”.

Jungkook gasps dramatically. “They had you stock the shelves?” he hides his laughter, especially when you attempt to send another kick his way that he dodges easily. “My poor Y/N, having to work even though I pay for everything.”

Jungkook dips onto his bed beside you, his hands rubbing circles onto your back. “Maybe you should quit if it’s starting to strain your body.”

You lay on your arms, turning your head to look at Jungkook with an unamused look. “I can’t just quit my job.”

Jungkook blinks, deepening the pressure onto your back. “Why not?” he asks. “What if they have you stock more shelves?” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek because the thought of stocking shelves straining your body this much makes him want to laugh at how dramatically (cute) you were.

“Nice to know that my pain is bringing you such enjoyment.” you bite back, closing your eyes.

“Of course not.” Jungkook focuses his hands on your neck, rubbing circles around them before he reaches your shoulders. “You don’t want to quit. This is your own fault.”

“I have bills to pay.” you murmur gently.

“I pay your bills.” Jungkook retorts. And it wasn’t a lie - but it isn’t like you asked him to. Jungkook insisted like he always did, stating that if you and he were going to be dating then that meant he was going to have to “step up” more. “I get you everything you need. Your paychecks are just pocket change.”

“Ugh, rude.” you turn your head the other way, sighing as Jungkook's hands dip onto your back. “Maybe I don’t want to leech off of you.”

Jungkook remains quiet - you were far too stubborn. His words do nothing but go into one ear and out the other - no matter how many times Jungkook has to explain that he enjoys doing what he does for you, you’d never see it that way.

“So you aren’t quitting?” Jungkook asks after another 5 minutes. He’s sure you were dozing off, your breathing was becoming slowed and body limp.

You made a sound that told him “no”.

“I see. I can get you a membership so you can get massages-”

“Shut up, simp.” you murmur, eyelids already heavy, but nonetheless, you move closer to Jungkook. At this, he allows you to come closer, lying down besides you to bring you closer to him.

Jungkook’s warmth is inviting and you immediately sink deeper into his embrace. You hum softly when you feel Jungkook’s fingers lightly trace your back, as if drawing shapes or writing letters. It tickles lightly and causes you to squirm when they inch up your spine until they’re at the nape of your neck. “You’re so cute.” Jungkook murmurs, lips against your forehead as his fingers gently rub along your neck. “Wanna shower?”

You huff - because yes, you did. But you also didn’t feel like getting up off of the bed and out of Jungkook’s warm embrace (not like you’d ever tell him that).

“I can run you a bath instead.” Jungkook offers, kissing your forehead softly. He understands that he could be a bit rough when in the act of intimacy and as much as you enjoyed it, it did weigh down on your body. “I wish you’d just tell me to slow down sometimes.”

“My mother didn’t raise a bitch.” was your response - a typical you response that has Jungkook snorting.

Jungkook kisses your forehead again, “I’ll start the bath for you.” he says, untangling himself from you and lowly, you groan at the lack of warmth but didn’t protest. You didn’t want Jungkook actually thinking you wanted his presence - because of course it wasn’t that.

As time passed on with you staying in Jungkook’s home frequently, he made sure you had essentials. He cleared up some room for you - assuring you had a couple drawers in his bathroom for your own feminine products and beauty products. As he starts the bath, he’s sure to add the warm smell of vanilla you enjoy so that you could relax.

“Come.” Jungkook tugs at your leg gently to get you to move from your position on the bed. “Your bath is ready.”

“Ugh.” you groan and lift yourself from Jungkook’s bed. Jungkook has a small smile on his lips as he watches you go from his bedroom to the bathroom and dip into the bath.

“Feels good?” Jungkook asks, leaning against the counter and watch you sink into the bath and only your head is present.

“It’s okay.” you murmur, closing your eyes and Jungkook knows that it’s your way of saying that you loved the gesture - but you were undoubtedly you and giving him credit would be the last thing you’d ever do.

However, Jungkook would never take you seriously so he just snickers. “I’ll order us some food.”

One eye peaks open at Jungkook who is waiting for a response.

“You want me to get something sweet, too, I assume?” Jungkook already knows by the look in your eyes and when you nod, he laughs. “Anything for you.”

“Simp.” you murmur, sinking into the bath to avoid Jungkook seeing your expression.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and the way he makes your heart beat at his genuine gestures of kindness.

DRABBLE 3 | Part 7

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noiryinn · 1 month

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study sessions

pairing(s): oblivious!itoshi sae x flirty!male reader

summary: you are giving one too many hints that you like sae, but he gets none of them and assumes you two are a bit too close for friends. you decide to take matters into your own hands and be his secret admirer

warnings: none!

word count: 4.5k

a/n: thanks for the support on my last post i love you guys!! it’s like one of my biggest headcanons that sae is oblivious to things such as romance cuz the only thing he canonically knows abt is football 😭. i had no idea what to write for the notes so...yeah. also, i didn't intend for it to be so long, i just kept writing. anyways enjoy this mess of a fic! <3 (not proof read)

you sat in class, leaning on your right hand, thinking and a bit annoyed. how hasn’t sae taken the hint? you don’t just flirt with your friends, dammit! you probably couldn’t even ask him out cause he’d just assume you were joking. you don’t ask friends out as a joke either do you? friends…that word left a bad taste in your mouth. you were so blatantly obvious, but he couldn’t take the hint? you started thinking of plans that might work. then you settled on one. be sae's secret admirer, then reveal who you are! the more you thought about it, the more the plan seemed like a good idea. it was around a week from his birthday too, maybe that'd be your gift to him, a new boyfriend. you grinned in excitement, this was gonna be fun!

after you got home, you decided to write him a note and put it in his locker. you changed your handwriting while you were writing the note, not wanting him to discover who it was immediately. it was pretty simple, but kinda (very) directed at his obliviousness, but it was nothing out of his comfort zone. the note read "i think you're pretty cute, but you can't take a hint. maybe start paying attention to how others act around you!". you wondered if your plan would work, but only time will tell.

the next day you arrived early and put the note in his locker. you hoped that he wouldn’t throw it out like the other love letters and confessions he got. your prayers were answered though, as during lunch, when you were sitting at your guys’ desks, he said something. “i got a note in my locker today,” he said bluntly. “yeah?” you grinned, “and you didn’t throw it out?” you silently celebrated. “no, something about it was different.” he gave you the note and crossed his arms before leaning them on the table. “what did she mean by ‘start paying attention to how others act around you’?” his eyebrows furrowed in curiousity. “she, huh? you think it’s a girl?” you looked in his eyes. “are you implying it’s not?” sae raised an eyebrow. “just saying, ya never know” you smiled.

you stared at the note a bit longer. “kinda funny how they say you’re cute but then say you’re oblivious,” you chuckled, “can’t blame ‘em” you flirted, but the tone was quite subtle. “what’s that supposed to mean?” sae looked at you curiously, “don’t worry ‘bout it” you waved off. “seriously—nevermind. you’re impossible anyway” he sighed in defeat. you grinned at him, “yeah, i know.”

you looked over at the note again, “honestly, i think it’s a sign to think about anything other than football.” you remarked as you toyed with the edge of the note, your fingers tracing the words as you tried to gauge sae's reaction. “football is not the only thing i think about. it's important to me, though.” sae said, his tone a bit offended. “you literally don’t pay attention in class because you’re thinking about it.” you stared at him with an eyebrow raised, “that’s why we go on like study dates all the time.” you put the word ‘date’ on purpose, wondering how he’d react. “i guess you’re right.” he said indifferently. no reaction... “hey, we gotta test tomorrow, right? let’s go to my place and study for it!” you suggested, “but we have to practice for our upcoming practice match after midterms…” he protested, both of you were on the school’s team and often practiced together. “well you won’t play if you don’t keep up your grades!” you protested right back. “…fine. i’ll go over to your house.”

after the school day was over, you waited at the gates for sae so you two could walk home. he was late, which made you annoyed. so you decided to text him. his contact name read ‘sae ❤️’ which he never commented on, for some odd reason. you texted him “where r u?? i’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes”. after 1 or 2 minutes he responded with “sorry, some girl confessed to me. i think she was the one who left me the note.” oh how wrong he was…

sae finally met up with you and he was as stoic as ever. “well well well, look who showed up,” you got up from the wall you leaned on, “betcha you rejected that girl without hesitation as usual, didn’t you?” you smirked, seeing how she was clearly upset and tearing up. you hoped that wouldn’t be you… “i wouldn’t say without hesitation…” sae shoved his hands in his pockets. “yeah right! you totally did, she’s crying cuz of ya, playboy!” you snickered a bit, “it’s not funny, l/n. and don’t call me ‘playboy’” he looked at you coldly. “you’re such a buzzkill, it was a joke anyways, handsome.” you teased with a coy smirk before putting an arm around his shoulder. “ugh, don’t call me that either, what’s even the point of calling me that?” he replied with a grimace. “ah, just saying cause you are, and all the girls seem to think so too.” you smirked. “don’t joke around like that.” he said, a face of disdain became more evident. “see? a total buzzkill…”

you opened the door to your house before turning and speaking to him, “so, you wanna tell me what happened with that girl?” your curiosity was out of this roof. “she confessed to me like any other girl. but i think she was the one, cause she handed me a letter and the handwriting was pretty similar.” sae mentioned. “that so? and what if it doesn’t stop?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “try to find out who it is, i guess”

the two of you went up to your room. it wasn’t messy but it wasn’t clean either. you grabbed an extra chair, put it at your desk and you two started studying together. you regularly had the urge to stare at him for long moments of time, and “accidentally” brush your fingers on his when grabbing a pen. sae's gaze flickered to the folded paper on your desk, a curious expression crossed his face, “hey, what’s that?” you looked at the note, it was the second letter, but you couldn’t ouright tell him that, “uh, it’s a grocery list my mom gave me for tomorrow, cause she won’t be here.” and he took it, like that. “oh, okay.” then shrugged it off…

“hey, can you help me with this question?” sae asked, you already knew all the material, since you actually payed attention in class. “sure,” and you leaned over, a bit too close (on purpose), and started helping him with the question. “you get it now?” you asked, after some frustration. “yeah, thanks. you’re actually kinda smart.” he remarked backhandedly, “hey! what’s that supposed to mean? i’m very smart thank you very much! i wouldn’t even be in this situation if you actually paid attention in class. stop focusing on football so much!” you hit him on the head lightly, but in a playful manner. he tried to hit you back, but you dodged, right before your chair tipped backwards and you fell. “guess you could say i fell for you— ow!” then your head got hit, not as lightly by sae. “don’t say stuff like that.”

you faked a sulk for the rest of the time he was there, maybe he’d feel bad for you and kiss you or something. “you gonna keep pouting?” he asked, “yeah. maybe you should leave, you’re ruining my vibe with all this negativity!” you didn’t really mean that, but of course he thought that. sae really didn’t get social cues. “wait! i didn’t actually mean that—” then he shut the door. now you were actually sulking. stupid sae…didn’t even give you a kiss either.

it was day 2 of your plan, you bought a cute little seagull plush keychain and wrote a note to go with it. it read “hey, handsome! just wanna say, you’re a bit dense for not even getting one clue. but keep it up! i believe in ya!” maybe he’d get that ‘handsome’ was something that you’d often say to him…yeah probably not. it was a stretch. you did the same thing, go to school a bit early, put the things and his locker and pretend nothing happened. a part of you wanted this to continue, but the other didn't. there was an urge to tell him you liked him and get it over with. but where was the fun in that?

as you sat in class, you finished your test, which was fairly easy. but you seemed to zone out after that, your mind occupied on how to get sae to realize that it was you. the thought got you frustrated, but pumped out as you wondered what sae's reaction would be to your note. after class, there was a few minutes before the next teacher came in. "hey." sae said as he sat next to you, "soo...what'd ya think?" nudging him playfully with your elbow, his expression nonchalant as ever. "about...?" he asked, "about the test, silly! you think you passed?" he had to be fairly confident, i mean you helped him out. "uh, sure. it was kinda easy." he dismissed it, as always. "it's totally cause i helped you out, right? right?" you teased, "...right, whatever you say."

something seemed to be on sae's mind. maybe it was about the notes. your suspicions were confirmed when he said something, "i got another note today," he mentioned, his expression puzzled. you couldn't contain your excitement as you took the note from him and examined it before giving it back, "wow, another one huh?" you remarked casually, trying to conceal your eagerness. "what's it say?" you asked, your breath hitching in your throat. sae shrugged, clearly confused by the note's contents. "it's just… encouraging me to pay more attention to things," he replied, his brow furrowing in confusion. you tried to avoid yourself from smiling inwardly, knowing that your plan was working. "maybe they're trying to help you out," you suggested playfully, hoping he would catch on to your subtle hints.

despite your frustration, you found it impossible to not admire how clueless sae was, it was adorable, in its own irritating way. you tried to drop hints and flirtatious comments, but he seemed to brush them off without a second thought as you just "joking". but as much as you wanted to reveal the truth, there was a part of you that hesitated. what if sae didn't feel the same way? what if it ruined the friendship you had worked so hard to build? despite all this, you didn't want to give up either. you were so deep into this already.

so, for the rest of every period, your gaze remained fixed to him. thinking on how to confess to him, also admiring him. after a bit of thinking, midterms were the day after sae’s birthday, unfortunately. must suck, must suck even harder because all club activities were canceled for the rest of the week due to midterms too! but, there was a good part to it too, maybe he won’t focus so much on football. after school, before he was going to walk home, you called out his name.

“sae! wait up!” he turned around to see you jogging to him, “what?” sae snapped at you, not too rudely though, a bit annoyed he couldn’t be alone. “you wanna come over to my house to study for midterms? cmon, i know you’re not learning anything in class, as always!” you could see him be reluctant before sighing. “fine, but not today. i’m busy.” fair enough, it was fine, as long as if you got to confess to him on his birthday. “you better not be saying that so you can play football!” you turned to look at him and you saw he was avoiding your gaze. “you’re totally obsessed…” not like you could say anything. you were pretty much obsessed with football too (and him), but not as much.

the atmosphere was kinda awkward after that, so you decided to say something, “did you get another clue to who that person was?” you asked casually, trying to read his expression. “not yet,” he admitted, “but i know it’s someone closer to me. how else would they know seagulls were my favorite animal?” he wondered holding up the keychain, admiring it a bit in the light. “you gonna keep it?” you looked at the keychain as well, hoping he said yes, “yeah, it’s pretty cute. i don’t want to throw something like this away either.” you eyes naturally set on the way his lips curled up ever so slightly, the way his hair fell on his face and caught the sunlight. your face flushed as you scrambled to look away. if you didn’t realize it before, but now was when you realized how much you actually liked him.

“so, this one’s different, huh?” you tried to change the subject, “what do you mean ‘different’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. you fumbled for words, as you thought about if he caught you staring or not, “i mean, normally you throw out any gift and reject every person…what’s so different now?” you swallowed nervously, hoping your words didn't come off too blunt. "i just meant... well, you usually don't keep stuff like this. but this time, you're actually considering it," you explained, trying to sound nonchalant. sae nodded slowly, seeming to think about your observation. "yeah, I guess you're right. It's just... different," he admitted, his gaze shifting to the keychain in his hand. he beat you to saying something else before you could, “it’s like, they’re close to me, right under my fingertip and i want to know who.”

“yeah?” you smiled at him again, admiring his features once more. “hey, hypothetically, if the person was a guy, would you care?” you asked on a whim, “i guess...not really." he replied with a shrug. "why do you ask?" you shrugged nonchalantly, but secretly felt relieved. at least he wouldn't out right reject you. trying to keep your nerves at bay, you tried to justify yourself, "just curious, y'know? it's interesting to think about." sae nodded in agreement, but you could sense a hint of suspicion in his gaze. it made you wonder if he was starting to suspect something, if he was beginning to piece together the puzzle of his secret admirer.

you waved him goodbye as he walked into his house. tomorrow was the weekend, so you couldn't outright give him anything, but you'd still hint at it when he came over to your house to study. that night, you tossed and turned in bed, partly from the thought of confessing, but also how good he looked on the walk back to his house. you rolled around in bed, almost like a middle school girl in a shojo. it wasn't your best of times, but you refrain from the thought of him, and him piecing together the puzzle had you biting your bottom lip in nervousness and excitement.

when saturday came, you paced back and forth in your room, thinking of what to say and do when he came. you felt pretty damn tired, too from last night, barely got a wink of sleep. you mumbled 'don't screw this up' over and over again when you heard a knock at the door. "sae! you made it!" you said with a sigh of relief, at least he didn't ditch you to watch game footage or anything like that, "yeah, i did." you tried to go in for a hug but he quickly dismissed that.

after an hour or so of studying, you got bored so you decided to hint what you were doing for his birthday. “sae, your birthday’s coming up right? october 10th?” you tried to put in the conversation casually, “yeah, why?” he looked at you with some suspicion, "i'm just asking. but, i'm sure you'd love me for my gift" a small, yet cocky smirk crept onto your face, "don't you mean i'd love 'it'?" he expressed, some more suspicion in his tone, "oh no, i know what i meant, you're gonna love me." he sighed in defeat, he knew there was no point in pushing it further.

so, that's basically how it went for the next few days. him being stupidly oblivious, you trying to drop the hint even further. you got nowhere, on wednesday, the day before his birthday, you decided to give him a flower. not an overly big bouquet, you'd probably save that for the actual confession, instead, you opted for a single flower. it was a flower he'd seen before, and that you knew he liked. there was a vase with a single flower in your room, his eyes consistently focused on it. it was a light pink hydrangea, it was beautiful, so you understood why he stared at it often. maybe he'd understand then. you decided to take the one that was in your room, when he came over that day, maybe he'd ask why the vase was empty and get the god damn hint already,

as per usual, you went early, dropped the gift off, and went off. there wasn't any note this time, as you were kinda sick of writing them. plus, the big day was tomorrow, you'd save every pent up emotion for then. you waited for him in the courtyard, when you spotted him in the courtyard examining the flower you went up to greet him. "hey, sae! looks like you got a flower now, huh?" you wrapped an arm around his shoulder to break him out of his trance, "yeah. this is the same flower that's in your room, right?" at least he got the hint, you pretended to study it for a bit before replying, "hm, yeah, it is. funny ain't it? maybe they know you really well." you looked at sae to gauge his expression, he did a simple nod and kept his blank expression. you clenched your fists in frustration as sae brushed off your flirtatious comment, a knot forming in your stomach. whatever, he'd have another shot when he went to your house anyway.

you were right, because when he went to your room, he noticed the empty vase immediately. "the flower is missing." he pointed out, "gave it to someone real special" you looked at him as you said that, "it was a nice flower, you should've gave it to me...but i can't really complain if they're that special to you..." you were instictively drawn to the way sae's expression softened when he talked about the flower, a hint of vulnerability shining through his normally neutral face.

you stared at him in a 'are you serious?' look. well yeah, you did give it to him, and he was special, "sorry, was that rude?" sae took note of your expression, "oh no no, it's something else," you quickly went back to focusing, "let's just cram for midterms" you muttered, hoping to divert the conversation away from your failed attempt at dropping another hint. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that sae didn't seem to catch on to your subtle gestures. but you pushed those feelings aside and focused on studying for midterms.

nothing special happened, just some plain ol' cramming. but, you failed to focus on it. all your thoughts went to the day tomorrow. the thought had you feeling all sorts of emotions. sae noticed your unusual quietness and said something on the matter, "is something wrong? you're being awfully quiet." you felt yourself tense up, "just nervous for midterms...don't wanna fail...haha..." you made a pathetic excuse of a lie, he narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to examine your actions before ultimately deciding to drop it. at a desperate attempt to change the subject you decided to point something out that you noticed, "hey, the bracelets you normally wear, you don't wear them anymore," you pointed out, "oh, i lost them. hadn't gotten the chance to get new ones." you kept that in mind, you'd probably get him a new bracelet for his birthday.

you could barely sleep that night, you stayed up thinking what'd you say, do, act. everything had to be perfect, it probably wouldn't end up that way, but you tried your best. a voice popped up in your head that made you not even want to confess in the first place. it said the same things that made you reluctant before, 'what if he didn't like me back? what if i ruined our friendship?' what if this and that. but what if he actually liked you back, and everything turned out even better than you hoped? every thought was about the next day, it made your head spin. after a bit of staying up, you realized being all tired and having eye backs wasn't cute and a good look for a confession, so you forced yourself to sleep.

on the morning of sae's birthday, you woke up with a flurry of emotions swirling inside you. today was the day you would finally reveal your feelings to him. you couldn't focus on anything else, not even the midterms the next day. every thought was consumed by sae and the confession that awaited. as the day progressed, you found it increasingly difficult to contain your excitement. you kept glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until you could see sae and tell him how you felt. It felt like time was moving at a snail's pace, each minute dragging on endlessly. you went to his locker and put in the last note, 'meet me at the rooftop at 7:30'. it was short and straight to the point, no cryptic messages or hints.

you stood at the rooftop, your back leaning on the railing. your palms felt sweaty and you could hear your heartbeat get louder. your mind was full of feelings you wanted to get out. you were looking up at the sky to get your mind off of everything. the scenery was beautiful, you were lost in it until you heard the sound of the door opening, and there you saw him. the man you've liked since forever. his face was a mix of a lot of emotions, it was hard to read, to be honest.

as sae stepped onto the rooftop, the setting sun casting a warm glow around him, your heart skipped a beat. you felt the breath get sucked out of your lungs, he looked stunning, more than usual, actually. "hey, sae," you began, your voice trembling slightly with nervousness but filled with anticipation. "i'm so glad you actually came." his eyes widened in surprise, his gaze flickering between you and the breathtaking view spread out before him. "it was you?" he breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief. you chuckled nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the delicate bracelet you had carefully chosen for him.

"surprise…? if it wasn't obvious enough…" you paused, your heart pounding in your chest as you took a step closer to him. "there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you confessed, your voice soft but determined. with trembling hands, you slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of his skin. "i really like you, sae," you whispered, your gaze locked with his. "it's been this way for a while, but I never had the chance to say anything." you reached out, presenting him with the bouquet of pale pink hydrangeas, their soft petals illuminated by the fading light. "these are for you," you said softly, a shy smile playing on your lips.

taking in a deep breath, you continued, your voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. "i've been dropping hints since the beginning of time and i was hoping you'd catch on, but i realized i had to take matters into my own hands. i needed to tell you how i felt eventually. sae's eyes softened as he listened to your heartfelt confession, his expression shifting from surprise to something warmer, something more tender. "i…i didn't realize," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "i never knew you felt this way." you took a step closer, your heart pounding in your ear with anticipation as you reached your hand out to gently cup his cheek.

"i've been waiting for this moment for so long..." you admitted, your voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the breeze, "to finally tell you how much you meant to me. so please, can i be your boyfriend?" you gazed directly into his eyes, waiting for the dreadful answer. as you waited for sae's response, the tension in the air seemed to thicken, every passing moment feeling like an eternity. sae's gaze softened as he took in your confession, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise, uncertainty, and something else you couldn't quite place. you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you awaited his answer.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, sae's lips curled into a gentle smile, a warmth spreading across his features. "know that i know how you feel, i don't want to waste anymore time." your heart skipped a beat as you felt a surge of hope and anticipation wash over you. could it be…? "sae," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the wind, "what do you mean?" a soft chuckle escaped sae's lips as he took a step closer to you, his eyes sparkling with newfound clarity and determination. "i mean… i want to be more than just friends," he confessed, his voice steady and sure. "i want to be with you, too."

you felt excited and shocked and every other emotion there was out there. you uttered a single word, "really?" your heart felt like it was about to explode out of joy. sae nodded, his smile widening as he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "really," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "i've been blind for so long, but now that i see… i don't want to let you go." you wanted to cry, that's what. "you're so stupid for not seeing this...i never want to let you go too..." your voice trembled, you sniffled while saying it too.

"i'm sorry. i really am." he admitted, and without another word sae closed the distance between you two. time stopped, it was as simple as that. everything went to a halt as you tried to process what happened. the kiss was sweet and simple, just as you two liked it. in that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the setting sun and the gentle rustle of the breeze, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the sweetness of the moment. you pulled away after what felt like ages.

"happy birthday sae," you said softly, your voice at a barely audible level. "you're right, i did love you for this gift. thanks for everything." he smiled, his face totally different from his usual unemotional look. "no problem and," you held your breath for the next words you were about to say, "i love you." you felt at peace, you finally said what you've always wanted to say, "i love you too."

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urhoneycombwitch · 25 days

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you can save this for one of your horny honey hours or something if you'd like but I'm standing outside of your window with a large sign and a megaphone like "🗣️📢 Wake up world! Open your eyes to the divine truth! Marathon Sex with Eddie!"

like you ever have those (ovulation) days where you're horny literally from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed? And you could probably have like 178 orgasms in a row and STILL what more? Yeah... yeah okay now imagine reader going through that but also at a time when Eddie's libido/testosterone or whatever (idk how male biology/hormones work but stick with me) is high and they're both like 🤝 let's lock in

it starts off normal enough, a round or three and a break and they think okay, that's gotta have cured it for a while. But then some time passes and it's like oh, no, the Horny is still there so then it's abandoning the post-sex movie for more sex! and more! and more!

and sure, there's breaks to clean up, grab some water and snacks, crack a window open, but it gets to the point where they gotta just be like, fuck it, turn the fan on, put a bowl of water and some washclothes and lots of snacks and giant water bottles on the nightstand, and just try and fuck this fever out! And it's round after round and giggling and jokes in between until it's hours later and post shower sex with nasty sheets they're too tired to change just sore and sated like 🤜🏻🤛🏻 good game babe

+18 mdni

no cuz i’m soaked 🫣🤭 why would you say this… to torture me… ??

heavy on the giggles. the unbelievable, holy shit I can’t believe you just came that many times in a row type of giggles. you’re both covered in a sheen of sweat that has re-formed and re-dried several times, skin tacky where you’re pressed together.

and he’s begging you to quit laughing, ‘cuz you get so tight around him like a vice, but that only makes you titter more, little minx that you are, Eddie squeezing bruises into your hips with a string of expletives and moans.

“fuck- ah, ah- sweetheart, shit, please- quit it-”

you pay him no mind, just as insatiable, slipping a hand between your hot bodies to rub a slick finger over your clit.

Eddie tilts his hips up, angling to find that gummy spot that always light you up- bingo. your face crumples, brows pinching, mouth dropping open with a whimper- “there, Eddie- oh fuck, honey, yes, gonna come, gonna-”

your orgasm crests, crashes like a wave into you, back arching off the mattress, pebbled nipples pushing into Eddie’s bare chest. he stills his hips, fully sheathing himself inside your pulsing walls, knocking your own cramped hand away to wring the last bits of pleasure from your clit himself.

that rock-salt voice the whole time, low in your ear, talking you through it- “fuck yes, sweetheart. let it go- tha-at’s it, baby. you’re coming so hard, can feel you choking my cock-”

he rocks into you once more, spilling deep with a low moan, ending in a whine of your name- “so good, angel. fuck.”

takes him three minutes to get hard again. you top this time, having rolled out your shoulder from earlier. dedication to the sex marathon is not taken lightly.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson smut #+18

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gay-dorito-dust · 10 months

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This is so cute, please request part 2 of their newborn son, Peter B Parker visiting his best friend shyreader at the hospital, he gives her son a couple onesies like spider man theme or one that’s says “mommy boy”. I can’t stop thinking about Peter being the godfather of her son ♥️💙 https://www.tumblr.com/gay-dorito-dust/721470690012839936/i-thought-this-is-cute-but-please-request-like

A/n: Godfather Peter B Parker is in the house! I love this idea! I also added Peter being asked in being the godfather just cuz. Miguel might be ooc.

Peter came to the hospital as soon as Miguel caught wind that you were going into to labour, so it wouldn’t be of any surprise that along the way Peter had to calm down Miguel before entering the hospital because his claws were coming out and retreating constantly, his breathing was way off and just overall allowing his mind wander to less then pleasant thoughts in regards to your future together, and the dangers it’ll put you both in.

Peter somewhat understood the position Miguel was in as it was the same one he was in when MJ went into labour with Mayday. He didn’t believe he’d be a good father, hell he didn’t even know where to start in learning how to be a good parent for his unborn kid, but he was lucky to have someone like MJ to help him unpack and deconstruct every notion he had when it came to parenthood.

So he only wanted to pay that kindness forward by helping Miguel unpack and deconstruct everything because the moment he steps foot into that room, he’ll be needing to bring everything to the table because you’ll be needing him now more then ever, during quite literally the most important moment of your lives.

‘What if I forget about her?’ Miguel asked in a panic, his claws out in full display as his scarlet eyes shone with a multitude of emotions behind his specially designed glasses that helped him against combat his light sensitivity.

‘You won’t.’ Peter told him. ‘She’ll always be with you during every step of the way. Even if you may not realise it but Gabriella has always been with you…it’s impossible to forget your first child but that shouldn’t mean that your child with y/n should take her place within your heart nor play second fiddle to her.’ Peter hated seeing his friend look so lost and at war with himself because it went against everything he knew about Miguel. However Peter knew that his friend needed him and even if he tried to bite his head off for it, Peter knew he’d always be there for a friend in need.

‘What if I’m not ready to go through all this again? What if I’m not ready to loose them both, to loose everything again because I couldn’t protect them?’ Miguel asked, looking over at Peter for guidance. ‘Then what’ll I do?’ Peter squared up his jaw and furrowed his brows as he reached a hand out to grab ahold of Miguel’s shoulder, feeling him flinch beneath his touch.

‘Then you cherish them until you can’t.’ Peter told him. ‘You cherish them, you love them, you nurture them, you do everything in your power, not only as y/n’s partner but as a soon to be father and you do what we Spider-Men do best; protect those that we love until the bitter end.’

Needless to say after that, Miguel understood why Peter was so revered, not just as Spider-Man but as Peter Parker also. Yeah he may crack jokes to his expenses and take to things not as seriously as he probably should, but at the end of the day Peter always proved himself as to why he was such a guiding source for those who’ve gotten lost along the way; For he himself was lost once too and just wanted to be the person he wished he had to guide him during those moments of crisis, loss and grief.

Skipping ahead to when Gabriel is born and bursting with excitement, Peter bought a shit ton of baby onesies and even bought a matching crocheted Spider-Man hat that was closely matching the colours on Miguel’s suit for when he was older. Most of all he was excited that Mayday wasn’t going to be the only Spiderling anymore, his mind having gone rampant with all the play date ideas your son and his daughter would go on. He just so happy but upon arrival, the question you and Miguel ask of him made him all the more happier.

‘Peter, will you be Gabriel’s godfather?’ You asked, watching as his grin stretched from ear to ear.

‘Me? A godfather? What does Miguel think about this?’ He asked.

‘I was the one who pitched the idea,’ Miguel told him, still holding little Gabriel in his arms as he slept. ‘Y/n was merely the seal of approval.’ You shoot Miguel a look before looking back to your best friend, who was seemingly having a hard time comprehending that it was Miguel who wanted him as the Godfather of his son from how the gobsmacked looked upon his face.

‘So…will you be Gabriel’s godfather?’ You asked and with happy tears in his eyes, Peter took both of your hands, squeezing them tightly as he whispered his answer: ‘yes.’

‘I almost forgot, I brought Gabriel a little something.’ Peter said as he pulled away to reach for the bag he had brought and began to pull out onesie, after onesie, after onesie that you couldn’t help but think that Peter was more prepared and well equipped for Gabriel then you and Miguel. ‘You bought Gabriel baby onesies?’ You inquired playfully as you lifted one that read ‘mommy’s boy’ before putting it down to pick up at another that had the blue and red colour scheme of a Spidey suit, followed with the spider insignia on the front and back.

‘Not only that but also,’ Peter dug further into the bag and pulled out the crocheted Spider-Man hat, ‘ a Spider-Man hat?’ You asked, taking a closer look at it. Peter shrugs as he leans back into his chair. ‘This is only for when he gets bigger, as if we put this on him now it might as well cover up his entire body.’

Before Miguel could say anything, you gently nudged him in the side and smiled at your friend, ‘thank you Peter, I’ll be sure to put all of them into use, especially this one.’ You gestured to the onesie that said ‘mommy’s boy.’

Sooner or later Peter’s phone wasn’t only just dedicated to his daughter Mayday but it was also dedicated to Gabriel O’hara; his godson.

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mrsbarnesblog · 18 days

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the reader has been begging rafe to watch vampire diaries with her because its her favourite show but its always been a firm no. rafe did something ( it can be anything ) and it upset the reader a bit and rafe asks the reader how he can make it up to her and she asks for girl night with rafe. face masks , making tiktoks , listening to music and of course watching vampire diaries

Vampire Diaries

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: none

A/N: thank you for the request <3 Rafe would've definitely pretended to be annoyed but secretly enjoyed it lol

“I'm sorry, baby, okay? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.” Rafe kneeled in front of you, as you were currently sitting on the couch, endlessly scrolling tiktok and paying literally no attention to your boyfriend.

You two just had a small argument, and with Rafe’s short temper, it quickly went downhill. Even though there was nothing too serious and you knew that Rafe didn’t want to upset you, it still hurt you a little bit, so you wanted to teach him a lesson.

“Please? Look at me, pretty girl. I’m really sorry.” He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs, leaving a few soft kisses. “How can I make it up to you, huh? Do you want to go shopping? Spend all of my money? Go on a date to your favorite place? Kick me? Just tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

You were trying so hard to keep back a smile forming on your lips. Because who would’ve thought that Rafe, the big, scary and moody guy, would beg for your forgiveness, literally standing on his knees? You finally put your phone down, looking at your boyfriend and studying him for a few seconds.

“Have a girls night with me.” You smirked, seeing how his brows slowly furrowed.

“Excuse me?”

“Girls night. Masks, snacks, music and vampire diaries are included.” His eyelids lowered, looking at you suspiciously.

“Were you planning on pulling me into that shit? ‘Cuz I ain’t doin’ that. Told that a million times already, babe.”

You just rolled your eyes, going back to your phone and acting like you didn't notice the way Rafe was burning holes into you with his stare.

“Are you really gonna ignore me again? I said, I’m sorry.”

“And you also said that you'd do anything that I asked for. That’s what I’m asking for. Just one night, Rafe. No one’s going to see you being soft and cute except for me, you grumpy ass.” You held eye contact for a few seconds, already seeing how Rafe was hesitating between giving in and continuing to act like a child.

“Fine. But only one time, got it? And you can’t tell anyone about it.”

***

“Did you just take a photo?” Rafe’s head snapped towards you and you innocently bit your lip, locking your phone and putting it away.

“Maybe… But you look really cute, just wanted to have it for myself.” You smiled at him, moving closer on your bed and fixing a few strands of hair that fell out of Rafe’s white bunny headband. He did look cute, laying and watching your favorite series only in his gray sweats, with no shirt, and most importantly, with a Hello Kitty sheet mask on his face.

Before that, you had already cleaned and exfoliated Rafe’s face while sitting on top of him, which was the only reason why he didn’t complain every second, and then you brought all the possible snacks from the kitchen and took your favorite masks with you. It took quite some time to convince him to put it on, but a few kisses worked just perfectly.

As the twenty minutes on your timer went off, you took both of your masks off with Rafe mumbling “finally” under his breath, and with another bag of chips, you snuggled into your boyfriend’s side. “Vampire Diaries” that you convinced him to turn on were currently only on the third episode, and you looked up from Rafe’s shoulder, noticing that he was actually looking at the screen.

“I told you that it’s good.” You giggled, shoving chips into your mouth and then giving a few to Rafe. His hand wrapped tighter around your body, bringing you even closer.

“It’s not.”

“Then why are you watching it?” You arched your brow when he looked down at you.

“Because you told me too. You know that I hate this type of stuff, right, babe? This girl shit is not for me.”

“Whatever you say, Rafey.” Your hand stroked his bunny ears, which were still holding his hair, then cupped his face to place a kiss on the lips. You knew that Rafe was just being stubborn and that he actually was enjoying your evening together; it was obvious by the way his body was in the most relaxed state possible, there was no usual annoyance, and he had that look in his eyes. The one that you always saw whenever you two were alone, when you were wrapped up in each other’s arms, when you made him happy and safe. “Thank you for this. It means a lot to me.”

“ Anything for you, baby.” Rafe softened, lips curling in a lazy smile, as he caught your lips in another kiss. “Now watch your goddamn show, or I’m gona turn it off.” Rafe pulled away, playfully rolling his eyes at you, yet still looking back at the screen, now also too hooked on to miss any second.

#rafe x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #soft!rafe cameron

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itsthatmff · 1 year

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Trying to catch your attention | | | Genos, Garou, Zombieman

Some little Headcanons for yall cuz i can’t fall asleep. She/her pronouns used !! (Requests are open anytime)

“Y/N-San. I have something interesting for you”

Would try to catch ur attention by showing you something you mentioned once.

You talked about your favorite book once ?? He’ll read it just to talk to you about it. You mentioned your favorite food ? He’s got the recipe. He’ll even research and take you to places you’ve always wanted to go to.

He’ll only do it if he feels like you both have been quite distant lately. But if he’s already your boyfriend ??! He’ll try everything and anything to see you smile. He Can’t explain the feeling, but it just makes his “system work faster” whenever he sees that smile of yours.

Genos has like a really good memory so its quite convenient for him, as he remembers everything you’ve ever said in detail.

He’ll help you remember things you forgot so that you can praise him.

With clothes he goes all out. Cuz cmon we all know dudes got a sense of fashion. So sometimes he’ll mention how he got new shoes or a new top in order to get you to be attentive.

If he feels bold enough, he’ll even ask stuff like, “Y/N-san. Do you think this looks good on me?”

If he’s satisfied with your answer or feels like you’ve given him all the attention, he just goes on to continue doing his chores with a silent smile.

“Oi, don’t keep your eyes off me”

This man may not look or act like it, but he’s very big on getting the attention he wants. He hates being ignored.

If he feels like you’ve been avoiding him on purpose, he’ll first try to get near you with some stupid excuse.

Like, if you’re two sat down at the couch, he’ll move “a little” closer basically squeezing you to the corner because he needs “enough space” to lay down.

If you still don’t receive all those signals, he’ll just bluntly say something along the lines of, “don’t keep your eyes off me.”

He’d probably throw your phone out if its the reason why you’re not giving him attention. And no, he won’t pay for it.

He also may start talking about the times he beat heroes up, thinking it would impress you.

He’ll basically do everything except tell you “i need attention.”

And if you confront him with a “is it my attention that you want so badly?” He’ll deny it until there’s no end.

pls teach him how to be communicative.

“There’s a new Latte out, here, have it.”

He’d realize the lack of time you’ve both been spending with each other because of hero work. So when he catches you at the café both of you would frequently visit, he has a nice little idea.

He would get you some Latte, then sit right in front of you and shove the latte over to you, with a little handwritten note on top of it.

“Here, have it.”

His love language is very much giving you coffee. He’d have the sweetest smile in his face seeing you drink it.

There’s not much more he needs to be satisfied other than seeing you appreciate his little gestures, so as a boyfriend he’s pretty much low to maintain.

There’s not really a time where he feels like you’re not giving him “too little attention” as he respects your own space.

Sometimes, maybe sometimes, after a long day of protecting the city, he’ll snuggle up to you in bed just wanting to stay like that for a while. He’ll barely say anything tho. Maybe compliment you, say how you smell so sweet, and tell you about his day. Other than that he’ll just enjoy your warmth.

#one punch man #genos #genos x reader #zombieman #garou #opm genos #garou opm #zombieman opm #garou x reader #headcanon

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wosoimagines · 1 year

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So That’s The Secret - Tierna Davidson/Reader

prompt: R and Tierna visit family in a different state. R has to cop up a tree cuz winter is coming and her family live in like a cabin or something. And Tierna is ✨gay✨ and loves watch her chop wood

warnings: none

words: 1182

(Y/N) POV

“I can’t believe you grew up here,” Tierna said.

I grinned at that as Tierna climbed under the blanket with me. We were laying on the couch watch some of the soccer matches that were on the TV.

“Wait until you find out that we built it ourselves.”

“You built this?” Tierna asked.

She was glancing around at the walls.

“Don’t worry, it won’t fall down,” I assured her. Tierna turned to glare at that. “Yeah, we built the house together as a family. We had always lived out here, but when I was a kid we built the house. It’s kind of like a tradition. I mean, Mom and Dad built their first house together when they got married.”

“You guys really do go all out and live off the land, huh?”

“Yeah, sometimes. I mean, we don’t really grow our own crops or raise our own animals, but we do go hunting and we often use what’s around us,” I said. Tierna only stared up at me. “I mean, Dad has been building houses since he was a teenager with Grandpa. I used to work with him was I could.”

“Is that the secret as to why you’re in such good shape?”

“Are you guys still trying to figure that out?”

“Babe, there is no way that you are that ripped.”

“I’m not that ripped.”

“You really are,” Tierna said. I shook my head at that as I settled back into the couch again. “Ali wants to know the secret so she can make Ash do it.”

“Of course she does,” I said as I rolled my eyes at that. “It gets pretty cold here, so maybe I’ll show you.”

“I don’t understand how it feels so much colder here than in Chicago,” Tierna said before she looked up at me. “Are you not cold?”

“I come back usually during the off season and I lived here growing up, so I’m kind of used to it,” I shrugged. It really didn’t bother me which was why I often was found training in shorts and t-shirts even during winter. “You get used to it eventually.”

“Not really sure I want to get used to it.”

“So the Colorado cold is getting to you?” I asked as Tierna pulled herself closer to me. “We can always build a fire, you know? My parents won’t mind.”

“If you don’t need it, then neither do I,” Tierna said.

I shook my head at her. I really didn’t mind building a fire for her since I knew how cold it could feel.

“Darling, I really don’t mind make a fire for you. I don’t want you to get sick,” I said softly. This trip really meant a lot for both of us. “I would hate for you to have to spend most of your time while we’re here feeling bad.”

“But you’ll have to chop wood. I heard your dad talking about how he needed to do that today,” Tierna grumbled as she buried her head into the crook of my neck. “It’s freezing outside.”

I gave a small chuckle at that. I had been chopping wood for years now. It was honestly part of my secret of how I had built so much of my muscle.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been chopping wood since I was a teenager. I’ll go chop some wood and I’ll be right back,” I said. I gave Tierna a small nudge so I could get up. “Why don’t you have a cup of hot cocoa while I chop the wood?”

Tierna whined as I stood up but she stood up as well. I wasn’t surprised when she took my suggestion and headed toward the kitchen. I grabbed a jacket before heading outside. I picked up quite a few of the logs before laying them close to the chopping block that we had. I peeled my jacket off before I grabbed the axe.

“You’re really going to chop wood in this weather without a jacket on?” I looked up to see Tierna standing on the porch wrapped up in a thick jacket with a mug of hot cocoa in her hands. “And you were worried about me getting sick?”

“I find it too restricting for me personally,” I shrugged.

With that I got to chopping the wood. I didn’t pay too much attention to Tierna as I kept my focus on making sure I was splitting the wood and not myself.

But I did want to give Tierna a show as I picked up one of the pieces that I had partially split to pull it apart with my hands. I sent her a grin and a wink when I realized that she had her phone out and she was recording me.

“Now that’s the secret.”

Tierna, however, probably wasn’t paying as much attention to what I was saying and her jaw was opened slightly at the display. I smirked to myself before turning back to chop the wood.

It hadn’t taken me much longer to finish chopping up the wood. I noticed that Tierna was headed back inside as I was placing all of the wood I had chopped into the log tote I brought out with me. Once I had the wood situated, I pulled my jacket back on before carrying the log tote in with me.

I placed the wood near the fireplace before I worked on building the fire. Once I had the fire built, I pulled my jacket off again as I turned around. Tierna was already sitting on the couch under the blanket again. This time she held two mugs of hot cocoa. I grinned as I settled back down into the couch and Tierna laid back onto my chest.

I was a little surprised when my phone lit up next to the couch. I reached out to pick it up before opening up snapchat as I had very obviously been tagged in something by Tierna.

I wasn’t too surprised by the videos and pictures Tierna had posted of me from being outside. It was the comments though that had me blushing though. A lot from our fans whether it was fans of the national team or the Chicago Red Stars. But there were also comments from our teammates too. One caught my eye.

alikrieger: So that’s the secret?

I chuckled at that and I had to admit that I felt a little bad for Ash as I was sure that Ali would probably try to get her to chop some wood.

“You know, one day I would love to build a house like this with you,” Tierna said. I looked down at her with a smile. I couldn’t lie and say that I hadn’t thought about building my own house with Tierna one day. “I wouldn’t even complain about living out here in Colorado if we did.”

“Let me guess, you would want me to chop all the wood.”

Tierna only sent me a grin as she shrugged before she turned back to the soccer match that was currently on the TV.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #tierna davidson imagine #tierna davidson x reader #tierna davidson imagines #uswnt imagines #USWNT #tierna davidson

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modern!Azriel x Reader | Ashamed?

type: angst-y warning(s): Azriel being an insecure and sad boy, talk about money, I guess word count: 2.9k words request: Hiii ik it's been a while but can you write a fic which is az x reader and the reader is kinda well off with cash but like az needs some help with it but he's shy to tell the reader he needs cash cuz it might make him look less in front of her? modernAU where Azriel and Reader are roommates, and since Azriel no longer works for the major and rather wants to focus on his musical career he doesn’t have that much money which becomes quite obvious when he cannot pay the rent

“Azriel?” Your voice hollows through the flat and although the letter you are holding in your hand is everything but positive you still try to not sound too gloomy.

At this point you simply think that Azriel has forgotten to pay the rent, wouldn’t be the first time that you have to remind your roommates, Cassian and Azriel, that their rent was due. Cass has given you the money a week ago before he left for holiday with his girlfriend Nesta. But Azriel’s part is somehow still missing. He has been been working a lot on his music lately so you think it probably has just slipped his mind.

You open the door to the fridge while you wait for an answer from Azriel. Your lips pout when your eyes scan the empty interior of the fridge, nothing but one carrot left. You quickly glance to side, looking at the small note board to figure out whose job it has been to go shopping this week.

Azriel. Great, what has been going on with him lately?

“Azriel!” you shout once again, frustration taking root in your chest. Still no answer. You quickly slip your phone out of your back pocket to check the time–five past ten. So he has to be up.

Sliding your phone back into the pocket and holding the letter tightly in your other hand, you hurdle to his room, knocking loudly.

You are not mad, not really at least, but a tiny bit angry. You all have the same duties in this shared flat and it is really frustrating when some does not fulfill theirs because it means another person has to make up for that.

“Yes?” Azriel’s voice sounds sleepy, slightly hoarse and grumbly.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes.” So you enter and find Azriel sitting in his bed, one knee bent, his laptop in front of him. His gaze is trained on the screen, his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed.

“What are you up to?” you ask, slightly surprised that he is already sitting in front of his laptop. Normally Azriel would always do some songwriting or guitar playing in the morning.

“Nothing…” he says and does not even deign you a glance.

What Azriel is really up to should be a secret as he is currently looking for a weekend job as he is in a desperate need of money. He does not want you to know, he does not want you to think he is a loser who has failed at making money with music. He can’t even afford gas for his motorcycle; it has been standing in front of the building since weeks, unused. Also he would love to go on holiday as well, take you on holiday maybe? But that is a sheer impossibility at the time being.

“Why are you here?” “Oh good morning, my dearest roommate, it is such a delight seeing you on this wonderful morning,” you sarcastically express and toss the letter to him. Finally the male looks up at you and you internally cringe. Dark circles surround his eyes that are slightly bloodshot. Has he been up all night? His hair is ruffled, his shoulders hunched and you quickly glance back up at his face.

“Sorry, I am a bit stressed. Good morning, Y/N,” Azriel says in a calm voice, offering you a small smile. “What is this?”

“Rent for this month. Cass and I have both paid but your part is still missing,” you say, trying not to sound accusatory. Azriel’s shoulders hunch even more and he seems like folding into himself.

One hand coming up, he first rubs it over his chin, then the back of his neck. “I must have forgotten.”

“Yeah…” you say and step from one foot to the other.

“I will give it to you sometime soon.” You really don’t want to be annoying, especially since you may have this tiny, little crush on your roommate, but you need the money to give it to your landlord.

“What about now?” Your voice is barely above a whisper when you lean back onto the doorframe, watching Azriel’s throat work on a swallow.

“Now is not so good. I don’t have any money,” Azriel says and quickly adds, “here. Here at the moment, I mean. I will go to the bank tomorrow. I promise.” He seems so sad, so vulnerable in that moment that your heart squeezes a little bit. You don’t really buy his lie, but you give your head a tight nod and press your lips in a thin line. “Alright.”

With that you leave his room, an odd feeling settling in your gut.

~~~~~~

“So, what did he say?" you excitedly querie your friend Gwyn who is sitting opposite of you on the couch, questioning her about her date she had the previous evening. Gwyn grins and takes your hand into hers. “He said that he would like to meet me again, preferably this weekend.”

You both squeal at that, grinning and cheering which is suddenly interrupted by the slam of a door. Azriel you gather as Cass is still on holiday.

You turn your head the moment your wet —he is drenched in rain water— roommate enters the living room. His gaze is trained on the floor when he toes off his boots and brushes his hand through his hair, exhaling a loud breath, apperently not having realised that both you and Gwyn are sitting on the couch. It is now two days after you have questioned Azriel about the rent and he still hasn’t made any move to give you the money. You have decided to give him a bit more time —until Monday— as then the time of grace would be over.

Gwyn next to you stiffens and you feel her gaze on you. She knows about your little crush on him and desperately wants to get the two of you together.

“Az?” you carefully question and it startles your roommate. He winces and tips his head up, his gaze shooting to yours. “Y/N…” he breathes and his voice is so weak, so unsteady.

You stare at him for a long moment, unable to find appropriate words to help him in this disheveled state. You feel Gwyn nudge your knee and start to scramble for something you could say.

“Are you alright, Azriel?” your best friend then asks, helping you out. You are incredibly thankful for that and tap her knee with yours.

“Oh, hey, Gwyn. I am. Just in need of a shower.” Azriel is quick to depart, giving the both of you a quick wave of his hand before disappearing into the corridor.

“He has always been calm, but I have never seen him like that,” Gwyn says to you when Azriel is out of eyesight. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you bow your head. Your fingers peel on the skin around your nails when you start chewing on your lower lip. “I think he is having trouble with money…”

Gwyn looks surprised when you lift your gaze to hers. You cocks her head and gives you a questioning look, waiting for you to elaborate.

“He hasn’t paid the rent yet and when I asked him he said he has no money and then quickly corrected himself, saying he does not have it here. I just think he is struggling with it lately and I would really like to help him, but I don’t know how if he doesn’t reach out,” you say, your voice calm so that Azriel does not accidentally hear you.

“But doesn’t he work for the major, Rhysand? Doesn’t he pay him well?” You chuckle lightly at that and give your head a tiny shake. “No, he quit there quite some time ago to focus on his music.”

Azriel has not really announced it that big back then, only when you asked him why he was not going to leave the house in the morning he told you.

“Oh, that makes sense. It is so hard to earn money in this business. 30 bucks is all I got for the show last night.”

“I am sorry to hear that. You deserve 30 million for how good you are.” A blush fills Gwyn’s cheeks and rolls her eyes. “Stop being so cute.”

You smile at your best friend, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, your whole focus on Azriel and how you can help him. Gwyn must have noticed since she tells you that she has to leave and that you should go talk to him. You say is currently showering as you can hear the water running and she laughs wickedly and tells you to join him.

You swat at her shoulder. “It was a joke, Y/N.” She still cackles when she shoves your towards the corridor and then gives you a quick hug as goodbye. You hug her back and tell her thank you, before she slips through the door, leaving.

Bracing your in wool socks covered feet on the ground, you ball your hand into fists and draw in a deep breath. You listen to the water being turned off, not really sure if you should wait here or in front of his room or if you should wait in your own room. You somehow wish Cass was here, it would make things easier.

And what would you even say now? How would you address the problem without making him feel bad? Or embarrassed? It is the last thing you want. You want him to feel comfortable and not like he should feel less just because he cannot pay the rent. He should—

The door to the bathroom opens and reveals…Azriel…just with a towel around his waist. His gaze immediately lands on you because you still stand in the middle of the corridor, fingers still curled towards your palms. His eyes lock with yours and for a moment neither of your speaks. You force your eyes to stay on his and not follow this one, single droplet, slowly sliding down your roommate’s toned chest, to the strong muscles on his lower abdomen, to the edge of the towel—

You snap your gaze back to his, feeling heat creep into your skin, filling you with colour from your cleavage up to the top of your head.

“We need to talk!” you quickly say and cringe at how hard it sounded. Great, that is exactly what you have wanted—not.

Azriel furrows his brows but slowly dips his chin and extends his hand, showing you to his room. You follow silently and he holds the door open for you. Once inside you can practically cut the tension with a knife. You somehow want a hole to appear in the floor, to suck you in and never spit you out again, because this is uncomfortable. And it will get a lot more uncomfortable.

Before you can say anything Azriel shuffles over to the desk, picks up an envelope and hands it to you. He does not say anything, but the shadows in his eyes and the how hard he clenches his jaw speak volumes. “My part of rent,” he says, his voice empty of all kind of softness, leaving a rough statement behind.

“Thank you,” you says and add, “this is partly what I want to talk with you about.” You cannot stand this odd tension and situation anymore and then do the one thing that makes it maybe even more odd.

You go over to his bed and plop down, folding one leg under yourself.

Azriel leans against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest, not seeming uncomfortable with you sitting on his bed but rather with the whole situation. Azriel has an inkling of what you want to talk about and he desperately wants to avoid this question. “Is money a problem for you? You can tell me—“ “No, it is not. I have a job now. Can you leave please?” You have expected a lot but not that answer. Not so sharp. And not so quick. You wince slightly, eyes going wide. Azriel is so cold and it hurts you. He has never been cold. He has always been calm and reserved, but always kind and warm. Nothing is left of this and you worry that you might be the reason for it. Maybe you have intruded his personal space, imposed yourself and this was now your price to pay—his indifference and cold.

“Azriel, I am sorry, I just—“ “Just go, please.” It pains Azriel to talk to you like that, has he come to like you so much over the time he has been living with you. Gods, he has been falling for you since quite a while and this is exactly why he doesn’t want to talk with you about this. He doesn’t want you to think he is a loser, a failure, someone who does not have control over his life.

His heart cracks when he sees the disappointed look on your face, knowing he has hurt you.

“Alright,” you say and slowly get up from the bed. “If you want to talk or if you need anything,” —you push down the handle, opening the door— “you know where to find me.” You step out onto the corridor, Azriel still leaning against his desk. His gaze moves to the ground, he grinds his teeth so hard that his jaw aches. Closing his eyes, the moment the door falls shut, Azriel exhales loudly and wipes his hand over his head. “Fuck!” he expresses through gritted teeth.

It is around twenty minutes later when a soft knock sounds from your door and lift your gaze. Moving your bookmark into your book, you place it on the bed beside you and open your mouth. “Come in.”

Azriel is now dressed in grey sweatpants, still no shirt, but at least no longer just a towel. He looks like a picture of misery when he slowly waddles in and sucks his lower lip between his teeth.

“I wanted to apologise for earlier. It wasn’t fair and I didn’t want to come around as so rude. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You sit up in bed. “I didn’t mean to upset you, Azriel. And it is fine, you don't have to apologise.”

He closes the distance between the door and your bed and lets himself fall onto it, his eyes searching yours. “It is not fine. You are right. You have been right…I…”

Azriel momentarily looks at the ceiling, searching for the right words. Shame fills every fiber of his body when his heart drops into his belly. “I have a problem with money. I just…I don’t have a lot of money. None somehow. I started this job, a delivery job that is why I got home drenched in rain the other day.”

“Oh, Azriel…” you breathe and slide your hand over his, squeezing softly. “You could have told me. I could have just paid your part of the rent for this month.” “No, you could have not. I don’t want you to pay my things just because I am not able to. This is embarrassing.” “Not at all,” you argue and lean closer to him. “This is not embarrassing. Everyone can have issues with money. You just quit your job and—“ “Should be earning money with my music if I would not fail so greatly.” That is enough for you. Making a tiny leap forward, you cradle his face in your palms and stare deeply into his eyes. “Azriel, you listen to me now,” you say sternly, “your music is amazing, but you are only in this business for a few weeks. What did you expect? To earn millions after this short amount of time? It is fine. I told you already. And I am sure you will soon earn a lot with your music, but remember: good things take time.”

Smiling slightly, Azriel leans forward and places his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve a roommate like you.”

“You do,” you whisper, giving his head another tiny squeeze.

“The next time you ever need help or just need someone to talk, please, don't wait for that long again…”

“I won’t,” Azriel hums and it is the sincerity in his voice that tells you he really won’t. His arm moves around you and Azriel pulls you to his chest, hugging you before kissing the top of your head.

“Want to show me the song you have written the other day? And then we could watch a movie?” you ask against his shoulder.

When you pull back Azriel’s lips are curled upwards and his eyes are filled with so much hope, so much life agsin. “You really want to hear?”

“Of course!” It is the excitement in your voice that makes Azriel's heart race. Relieved and delighted he jumps out, dashes to his room and returns a moment later with his guitar and a piece of paper. You scoot over on the bed to make room for him and climb under the blanket when Azriel places the sheet of paper on the bed in front of you. He sits cross-legged on the bed, his guitar placed on his thighs. Both leaning agains the headboard and your head resting on Azriel's shoulder listening to his lovely voice and him softly his guitar, admiration and awe radiating from every fiber of your body and hopefully reaching him.

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wisteria-cherry · 9 months

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forty days and forty nights (day eleven!)

(double header)

(read them all here!)

you were tired.

last night was one of those nights where you couldn’t sleep, no matter how tired you were. you ended up staying on your phone quite a bit before finally deciding to take a melatonin gummy at 3am. bad move. you’d been tired all day. usually you’d perk up at least a little when bakugo came in, excited to see your friend again, but alas, his presence had minimal effect.

“you look dead.” bakugo stated bluntly as you rung up his coffee.

“mm.” you didn’t bother with words. he studied your expression closely.

“add another coffee.”

“hm..?” you look up, not quite registering what he’d said. bakugo tched and looked away.

“i said add another damn coffee to my bill.”

“ok, what kind?” you ask in a somewhat monotonous voice that would be sure to earn you a scolding if your boss were here.

“whatever you normally get, i don’t fuckin’ know.” it took you a second to realize that he was buying you a coffee, but when you did, you immediately protested.

“oh, no, i can’t let you do that.” you say quickly, waking up instantly.

“why not? ‘s’it against the rules or some shit?” bakugo retorted, knowing damn well that it wasn’t.

“no, but..”

“so ring up the damn coffee.”

“i’m fine, i don’t need coffee.”

“you look tired as hell. if you’re not gonna accept the coffee ‘cuz it’s comin’ from me, accept it ‘cuz you give shitty customer service when you’re tired.”

“i do not..!”

“the only things you said before i asked for another damn coffee were just mumbling.”

“you mumble too.”

“i’m the fucking customer, i can do that if i wanna.” bakugo scowled. “just take the goddamn coffee!”

“fine.” you agree finally and reluctantly. “but just a small.”

“good.” bakugo huffed, satisfied. “how much? you (again, very reluctantly) rung him up and he paid for it via cash.

“i’m paying you back,” you warned.

“like hell.” bakugo tched.

“i am.” you insist.

“good luck.” was his reply, complete with an amused snort. he sat down as you gave him his coffee and began to make your own.

“…the hell did you do to get so tired?” bakugo asked after a few minutes of silence.

“i couldn’t sleep last night,” you admit, opting to leave out the melatonin aspect of it, lest he make fun of you.

“that’s stupid.” you couldn’t tell whether he meant it as a sympathetic agreement or he was just straight up telling you that you were stupid for not being able to go to sleep. knowing him, it could be either one, so you simply agreed with him.

“yeah. so how was work today?” you ask instead. he rolls his eyes.

“you’re not gonna fuckin’ believe it.” he grumbled.

“sidekicks still not meeting your atrociously high standards?” you raise an eyebrow.

“it’s not atrocious, it’s common fucking sense! you beat the villain’s ass and you do the report. it’s not that fuckin’ hard.” bakugo frowned deeply, thoroughly annoyed.

“is it really that simple?” you ask curiously. surely it’s more complicated.

“yeah, well, there’s more to it, but that’s the basic premise.” bakugo looked away, glaring at nothing in particular.

“i’m sure.” you take a sip of your coffee. it definitely hit the spot, and, despite your annoyance at bakugo buying you coffee even though you said no, you were happy he did it.

“thanks for the coffee.”

“whatever. just don’t expect shit like this every day or something.” bakugo replied, frown deepening, before adding for good measure, “dumbass.”

“if i’m a dumbass, what does that make you?” you ask amusedly.

“the best.” bakugo answered firmly. “i’m the number one hero.” you were too tired to argue, so you nod with that faux interest that people usually show towards little kids when said kids are rambling and the people either aren’t paying attention or don’t understand.

“quit givin’ me that look.” he snapped.

“okay, bakugo.”

“and quit sounding so damn smug!”

“okay, bakugo.”

“stop saying that!”

“…okay, baku-“

“i’ll kill you.”

“what am i supposed to say to that?” you ask, taking another sip of your coffee. it was amazing.

“nothing, that’s the point.” bakugo responded. “shut up and drink the damn coffee.”

“you first.”

“getting sassy, huh?” bakugo narrowed his eyes, resting his arms on the counter and leaning forward. “don’t fuck with me, y’hear?”

“loud and clear, sergeant.”

“it’s not atrocious, it’s common fucking sense!”

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sleep-drink · 11 months

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Hey Guys!!!! Actor AU ShTuuuuuff

So I wanted to add a lil lore to the Actor AU comic in terms of roles and hierarchy :)

Welcome Home as a show has a VERY large turnover rate! This is in fact not entirely due to Wally though. The company the production is under “The Playfellow Network” historically tends to not treat its actors or it’s crew very well. It pays decently in terms of its crew and because of how well the show is received it’s actors are paid even more, but in terms of things like benefits (mainly again for crew) it’s garbage. Also, because they can’t keep a whole lot of people retained, they will just kind of hire anyone. Lots of people who are in the industry have passed through Playfellow and the general consensus is “oh god, you worked at Playfellow too?”. Because of the lack of employee retention, the work environment and atmosphere is catty. at best. This makes communication between departments really difficult and very stressful. On top of that is Wally, who runs the show because he’s basically irreplaceable. As you know he’s trying to protect his loved ones and fellow actors from the terrible set and network conditions which are basically discriminatory for puppets.

The characters and their roles so far (in order of hierarchy):

Wally - Star (Lead Actor):

This is pretty straight forward. He’s mr. Irreplaceable and he doesn’t like humans. With pretty good reason :)

Susan - 2nd AD (currently acting as Key PA): Susan is the Second Assistant Director on this production and has been working here for 6 months. She works basically as a backstage manager and coordinates the call sheets and wrangles actors (when she has to). Poor Susan is actually hella overworked. So (oh no!) there is actually not currently a Key Production assistant working on Welcome Home! (I love causing my characters pain eeehehehehehehee ((we’ll see more of that soon))

The Key PA is in charge of all of the production assistants and let’s them know what to do and to keep them on schedule. The person who WAS key PA did quit (mayhaps or not cuz of something Wally did) and the company has not yet hired someone new (hooray bureaucracy).

Dolly - Walkie PA (Currently ALSO acting as Key PA): Dolly is technically the Walkie Production assistant, which means they are in charge of all of the Walkie use on set (she is actually not very good at this and it’s why she often forgets to turn her own mic off). Fun fact! Dolly’s only been on this production for like a month and a half and has outlasted most other walkie PA’s! :) She started as a costume PA and then expressed interest in other areas of production to Susan. Susan was like “Omg yes help me” and kind of forced her on Walkie PA because she has some (theatrical) tech experience in the past. Walkie PA’s can act as Key PAs but dolly has no prior experience and is kind of floundering, plus weird requests from Wally (like fixing his wardrobe sleeve length for him) take up a lot of their time. They don’t mind because it’s just a rule on set that what Wally says goes, but it makes their job just that much more difficult :)))))). Dolly is dealing with it… kinda.

Sandra - PA: Sandra is a production assistant who has been here for about 5 months. Production assistants are generally considered entry-level production jobs but she has beef with Dolly because she’s been here for longer and Dolly has been (technically) promoted before her (even though there’s SO much bleed-through between departments). She also is just a bully, she’s trying to come back from a failed stand-up career, but she’s basically been blacklisted in several comedian circles. (Gee I wonder if it’s the threats and bigotry)

Everybody else who you’ve seen so far are usually random PA’s or I haven’t assigned them a true role yet. But here’s what I got so far! I am by no means an expert. I am an actor (and a stage actor mainly at that, but I’ve dabbled in film) so not all of my info is probably truly accurate. But I try! As per the usual AU CRED: @frillsand 💗 u b! Thanks for reading my ramblings!

#welcome home actor au #wally darling actor au #welcome home wally #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home fanart #clown illustrations #party coffin #dolly dreamer #welcome home puppet show

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adrie-75014 · 1 year

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this tweet had me pulling out my favorite Penumbra Pod/Juno Steel quotes (I have a notes doc for quotes bc of course I do). I think I started writing them down starting in season 3. Anyways, here’s some that punch me in the heart every single time so you too can be punched in the heart again:

[mild spoilers]

(also it would warm my heart if people added their favorites to this)

BUDDY: “A legend is an old story, a dead thing. Frozen forever. And we are very much alive, still in motion. We must use that.” (S3E02, The Man in Glass)

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DIRECTOR W: “You think you're some great hero for this, don't you?”

JUNO: “No. I think I did what I could and it was better than nothing.” (S4E25, the Blank Slate)

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JET: “Because It changes the world to believe in someone, just a little. I choose to believe it, and I choose to believe that my belief changes the world.” (S3E25, What Lies Beyond)

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BUDDY: “We must be careful not to fall too far out of date with the story about ourselves which we tell ourselves. It leaves you flinching from blows that never come… and blind to those that do.” (S3E21, What Lies Beyond)

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JUNO: Self-loathing always arrives with bricks and with mortar, ready to build a wall that will keep anything good about you out and all of the self-hate packed tightly in. I wanted to tell him that he couldn't trust the feeling, that it lied, that I loved him and all of us loved him, and if he could only see that love he would never say he had no value again. (S4E24, the Blank Slate)

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JUNO: You can’t think your way out of self destruction if you’re always self-destructing your train of thought. (S4E19, the Clean Break)

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JUNO: If I learned anything during my time with the Aurinkos, it was this: there are very few battles in life that have to be one-on-one. (S4E25, the Blank Slate)

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VESPA: “The hardest thing about “visual and auditory hallucinations,” like the medical handbook calls them, isn’t when you hallucinate a thousand spiders climbing out of the bathtub drain. It’s when the spiders are actually there — and you’re letting them crawl all over you cuz you think they’re just in your head. You can’t know what’s real, is my point. [...] What nobody gets, is the price that comes at — looking at everything and everyone through gauze, questioning every meal and word and kiss, because if you can’t trust your own goddamn eyes how are you supposed to know if anything you see is real?”

VESPA: “Sometimes it pays to be paranoid. That’s part of what makes quitting the habit so hard: because even if it only saves you one out of every thousand times, you spend the other nine hundred ninety-nine convinced this is the time that counts.”

(S3E09, Shadows on the Ship)

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RITA: “I dunno Mr. Ransom, it seems pretty simple to me. If somebody tells you what they want you to call em, that’s what you call em. no matter what. Cuz I mean, you know yourself better than anyone, right?” (S3E14, Mega Ultrabots of Cyber Justice)

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JUNO: Just because you miss something doesn’t mean you’re supposed to go back to it. (S3E21, What Lies Beyond)

#yes i am always self destructing my train of thought but i'm working on it #tpp spoilers #the penumbra podcast #penumbra podcast #juno steel #vespa ilkay #buddy aurinko #rita....rita lastname?#Jet Sikuliaq #director w

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five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 month

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Can u tell more about Tangelo's, Pardalote's, Miu's, and Suvi's personalities and their relationship (like how they know each other (if they do), and what's the dynamic between them like)? ^_^

Sure can!

I made a little bit of a non-spoilery relationship chart for the basics of what they all think of each other

In terms of personality, here’s a summary for tangelo and suvi under the cut bc it’s kinda long.

Tangelo:

She’s a very chaotic and messy person and a master procrastinator, but generally very cheery and positive. She remembers every small thing anyone has ever done for her and cherishes everything. She grew a pot full of just plain regular grass because she’d never seen it before and thought it was amazing. She’s a very hands-on person and likes trying lots of different things, as she gets bored doing the same thing over and over and struggles paying attention. As long as she’s having fun, she doesn’t care if she isn’t very good at whatever she’s doing.

She hates anything ‘perfect’ or organised, and if she gets something brand new she usually dents it or sun-bleaches it to give it character because she finds things ‘heartless’ if they’re left untouched. She prefers hand-me-down clothing rather than new stuff because it has the air of something that’s been loved. She loves whimsical things, music, and bright colours.

Suvi was the first person to ever really give a shit about her so she’s very attached to him; not only because he cares about her, but because he’s very willing to encourage her endeavours rather than just say it’s a stupid idea. She does most things on a whim and doesn’t ever really plan things, but she’s willing to follow the plans of someone she likes spending time with.

Because of where she came from originally, she doesn’t know what laws are, so has no concept of things like trespassing because she’s used to just going wherever. The only ‘law’ Tangelo follows is the justice she philosophies in herself (and what Suvi thinks as well). She’s got a lot of old scars along her arms from fighting because of it. She wields a stop sign with ‘never’ spray painted on it so it reads ‘never stop’ which she thought was very clever, and it’s pretty much the only thing she carried over from her original world.

In the words of Outside by Bill Wurtz; ‘I can’t go back to where I come from, cuz im not *welcome*, and it’s not *fun* there.’ (She probably relates a lot to that song)

Suvi:

Saying too much abt his past would be pretty spoiler-y (same with Miu and Pardalote) but like Tangelo he’s been lonely and starved for affection for a long time. Regardless to say, he’s happy to have a new little sister. He’s also quite a tactile person, but due to the fact that he’s blind that’s pretty to-be-expected. He’s got some chickens that tangelo doesn’t like, and grows a bunch of fruits n grains n vegetables. He’s got a beautiful plum tree so he makes a lot of jams and plum pie which tangelo is a MASSIVE FAN OF. He likes carving into things too, and he can sell those at markets too, and teaches tangelo how to make stuff as well.

After being blinded, Suvi no longer cares about his own safety, so he only wears what’s comfortable, even when operating machinery he really shouldn’t. He’s a talented cook though, and despite his short and wiry stature from malnutrition growing up, he’s surprisingly strong from climbing and manual work in the gardens.

He has a bad history with dogs, so instead of a guide dog he has a temperamental albino lynx named May (short for Mayonnaise). She certainly makes sure nobody takes advantage of him.

Suvi likes to sit outside in the rain a lot, but he gets quite sick when the air gets dry in the middle of winter or the middle of summer. He usually makes lots of soup in advance.

I don’t wanna bother too many people with a post that goes on forever so I’ll post some stuff abt Pardalote and Miu tomorrow :> however I do love all these asks, it makes me very happy to see someone take interest!

#tangelo and the thousand disasters of kerukioi #tangelo and the thousand disasters #tattdok #tangelo tattdok #suvi tattdok #miu hommeruku #miu tattdok #pardalote hommeruku #pardalote remirr #pardalote tattdok

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capricoffe · 1 year

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~ Dottolone HC ~

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@gay-salt-amber helped with some of these

Nsfw for the first one

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~ Petnames ~

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Dottore’s to Pantalone is ‘Princess’ ‘Brat’ ‘Sweetheart’ or ‘Dear’

Pantalone’s to Dottore is ‘Dottie’ ‘Darling’ ‘Baby’ ‘Sir’ ‘Precious’ or ‘Love’

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> Pantalone can talk shit about any of the Harbingers without being reprimanded by any of them since they don’t want their pay to be cut, besides Dottore. Whenever him or one of his segments hear Pantalone talking shit about Dottore to one of the new recruits, later that night someone’s getting punished.

~ Pantalone, with a vibrator up his ass and a blindfold over his eyes: Darling, baby, love, Dottie, Dottore, please!

~ Dottore staying quiet and minding his own business

~ Pantalone: Please, sir- I’m sorry I didn’t mean it!

~ Dottore, turning around in his chair to face Pantalone: There’s the right title, and are you sure you didn’t mean it? You certainly look like you’re enjoying this you brat

~ Pantalone: I didn’t! I didn’t mean it, please sir, stooop

~ Dottore: Ah ah ah, now Pantalone, this is a punishment for you acting like a brat earlier. Why would I stop?

~ Pantalone: B-because I’m a good boy, I swear, please just fuck me

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> Dottore gets nightmares a lot at night and so whenever he does, Pantalone will make him breakfast in bed and will always say ‘I love you more than anything in the world, don’t you ever, ever forget that’ while cuddling Dottore, they will stay like that for the rest of the day. Dottore’s always embarrassed that Pantalone heard him whimpering but Pantalone always says, ‘It’s quite fine darling, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about’ and Dottore always ends up crying cuz of how much love Pantalone’s giving him.

~ Pantalone, cuddling Dottore: Shh, it’s alright sweetheart, it’s not embarrassing that you have nightmares. Are you alright?

~ Dottore hiding his head in Pantalone’s chest, crying and nodding

~ Pantalone, messing with Dottore’s hair: Oh you poor sweet thing, come here

~ Dottore: But, what about your work?

~ Pantalone: Shh, I don’t care about that right now, at the moment making sure you’re alright is my priority

~ Dottore, lying: But I feel better…

~ Pantalone: No you don’t, I can hear it

~ Dottore: …how-

~ Pantalone: Shh, I just know, now be a dear and do what you need to while cuddled here in my arms

~ Dottore starting to cry again: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I’m like this sweetheart, I’m sorry

~ Pantalone: It’s quite alright Dottie, now shh, go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake

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> Pantalone is scared of fireworks, and so whenever fireworks go off and he didn’t know they were gonna go off he panics until Dottore finds him in a corner somewhere in his office crying and comforts him until they’re gone if the coaxing Pantalone out of the corner to go to their bedroom doesn’t work

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> Sometimes Pantalone is up late working in his office and so if Dottore catches him up, he’ll either sit on his lap and cuddle or make Pantalone come to bed

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> Dottore is a very jealous person, and Pantalone always has people flirting with him. Now anyone knows that flirting with Dottore’s boyfriend is a bad idea, so whenever someone does flirt with Pantalone they’re dead if Dottore finds out

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> Every morning, they both have to say one good thing about their body in front of each other and they can’t leave until they both say something

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> Whenever Dottore gets drunk, he always cries for Pantalone. Even when Pantalone is holding him-

~ Dottore: NoOo, I have a boyfriend!

~ Pantalone: Dottie, I am your boyfriend

~ Dottore, accepting who’s holding him now: Oh, I wuv you

~ Pantalone: I love you too precious

~ Childe in the background: Gay!

~ Captiano: Babe, I’m right fucking here

~ Childe: Shit-

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> When they first started dating, Dottore snored so loudly that Pantalone couldn’t sleep

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> Whenever Pantalone gets sick, which is a lot, Dottore refuses to let him do anything. He will spoil Pantalone

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> Pantalone had a lot of bad past relationships, and so sometimes he can have a hard time believing Dottore. Dottore doesn’t take offense to that because he knows Pantalone’s past relationship experiences

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> The first time they hold hands/sit on the couch together and Pantalone puts his head on Dottore’s shoulder, Dottore short circuits, and so Pantalone just looks up at this blushing, stuttering mess of a man and tells Dottore ‘I’m gonna marry you one day’ and it doesn’t help Dottore at all that night

~ Dottore: Did he not know that I-I was awake? I-I mean I do want to marry him also but-

~ Pierro: Doctor, I get you’re excited but you’re in front of the coffee maker

~ Dottore: Oh my god, I’m so sorry

~ Pierro: It’s fine, and I would listen to you talk about the Regrator any other time, but it’s 6 am and I need my coffee

~ Pantalone in the background: You’re so cute Dottie-

~ Arlecchino with a sleeping Columbina: Shut up bitch

~ Pantalone: I listen to you talk about Columbina all the time you hypocrite

~ Arlecchino: Shit that’s true

~ Pantalone, walking towards Pierro, Childe, and Dottore: Well hello my lovely, good morning Pierro and Ajax

~ Dottore, turning red: H-h-hi

~ Pantalone, putting his arms around Dottore: You’re precious

~ Pierro and Childe: Oo~

~ Pierro: Can you mov-

~ Pantalone, picking Dottore up: On it! Enjoy your coffee you two, also Childe here comes Captiano~

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> Pantalone can just cry for Dottore and he’ll be where Pantalone is asap

In the middle of an experiment? Nope, Pantalone wants cuddles

In the middle of killing the Traveler? Nah, Pantalone needs help with something

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> Dottore is a hoodie stealer

~ New Recruit: Uh, Lord Dottore, isn’t that Pantalone’s hoodie?

~ Dottore, looking down: Oh yeah, it is, I didn’t notice

~ Pantalone walking by and slapping Dottore’s ass: You look adorable Dottie~

~ Dottore: *Reboot Noises*

~ New Recruit: Uh, I just realized I have a mission in Liyue, uh, um, bye Lord Dottore and Pantalone!

~ Pantalone: Sigh, what a pity, it’s always the ones under Childe isn’t it?

~ Dottore: Y-yeah!

~ Pantalone: You're free tonight, right sweetheart?

~ Dottore: N- yes! I am, and I’m also very exhausted

~ Pantalone, now dragging Dottore: Good, now you can relax in my office with me

~ Childe, watching: The fuck did they do to my new recruit?

~ Pierro: Don’t worry, they did the same with a few of mine before you became a harbinger

~ Sandrone: Mhm

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> Dottore loves birds, and so Pantalone commissioned someone to make a bird that looks like him to give to Dottore

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> When either of them have a panic attack, they only want the comfort of the other and they will stop what they’re doing to comfort the other

| Dottore |

~ One of Dottore’s recruits: Lord Pantalone, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Lord Dottore refuses to come out of his laboratory and it sounds like he’s crying for you

~ Pantalone, throwing everything on the floor and running to Dottore’s laboratory and opening the door: Precious, darling, Dottore, are you ok? What happened?

~ Dottore, turning his head: P-Pantalone?

~ Pantalone: Yes honey, it’s me, come here

~ Dottore, running to Pantalone crying: Where were you! I couldn’t find you anywhere, I was worried sick

~ Pantalone: Shh, hey, I was in my office but it doesn’t matter now, I’m here alright?

~ Dottore: Mhm…I’m sorry for making you come down here

~ Pantalone: Dottore, sweetheart, it’s ok, you don’t need to apologize, I just want to make sure you’re ok

~ Dottore: Okay…I love you princess

~ Pantalone: I love you too sweetheart, now come here, let’s go cuddle

| Pantalone |

~ Pantalone, crying in their bedroom on the bed: Please be alright, ple-

~ Dottore, walking in from a mission that’s normally very deadly and rushing to Pantalone’s side: Hey, Pantalone, princess, are you ok? One of the recruits told me you refused to come out for the extra time I was gone

~ Pantalone, looking up: D-Dottore? This isn’t one of your stupid segments, right?

~ Dottore: No, dear, I swear on the Tsaritsa I’m the real one, why are you so upset?

~ Pantalone, crawling to him and latching on tightly: That stupid fucking mission you were sent on! Why didn’t you come home earlier, the plans said a month but it’s been three!

~ Dottore, combing through the knots in Pantalone’s hair: I know princess, I know, I’m sorry for worrying you and I tried writing to you but nothing went through, I’m so sorry

~ Pantalone, bawling his eyes out: You aren’t leaving my side for awhile!

~ Dottore: Shh, I know, I’m sorry, do you maybe wanna eat something and get these knots out of your hair?

~ Pantalone: M-Mhm…

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> The first time Dottore let Pantalone see his face Pantalone was surprised on why he hid his face from the world

~ Pantalone: …Precious, you’re face-

~ Dottore: Is hideous? I know

~ Pantalone: No, no no no! It’s…so gorgeous, why do you hide it from the world?

~ Dottore: …You think it isn’t hideous?

~ Pantalone: No! Of course not, why would I?

~ Dottore: I- um, I’m not sure-

~ Pantalone: Well I think it’s quite beautiful

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> Dottore was so oblivious to Pantalone’s flirting before they started dating, and so Pantalone took that to his advantage

~ Pantalone, flirting with Dottore: You’re so cute-

~ Dottore, oblivious: Mhm- mhm, so what do you think about this Regrator?

~ Pantalone: It looks fine dear

~ Pierro’s head: This bitch is so oblivious, my god

~ A few hours later ~

~ Dottore, just realizing he was being flirted with: I- h-he called me cute?

~ Pierro: Yes doctor, I was surprised that you didn’t say anything

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> They will brag to anyone who will listen about how great the other is

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> Whenever Pantalone is in a meeting, sometimes Dottore will just waltz in and sit beside him and nobody can question it

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> If Dottore likes something, Pantalone will buy many of it if possible (like if Dottore likes a certain drink, Pantalone will buy as many as he can)

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> Pantalone will let Dottore draw on his arms, Dottore’s a pretty good drawer

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> For their first date, Dottore took Pantalone to a fancy restaurant (and also Pantalone’s favorite restaurant) and Pantalone was surprised

~ Dottore, taking the blindfold off of Pantalone: Open your eyes now princess

~ Pantalone: …How- how did you know this was my favorite restaurant? I’ve never told you

~ Dottore: I may have asked a few of the other harbingers, I just wanted to impress you

~ Pantalone: Honey, you’ll always impress me. Even if you didn’t bring me here

~ Dottore, kissing Pantalone’s forehead: I love you, do you wanna go in? I have reservations for 8:30

~ Pantalone: Of course dear, and I love you more

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> Dottore will sleep nearest the door as to protect Pantalone if anyone barges in during the night

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> Pantalone loves horror movies and Dottore doesn’t surprisingly, but will watch them for Pantalone if he wants to watch one

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#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #dottore x pantalone #dottolone #some Childe x Captiano #some Arlecchino x Columbina #hi amber

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