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#anyway like. the entire deal with the not like other girls thing and how many ppl made peace with it is so weird to me
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Enemies to lovers toji x fem reader!!!!! Theyre both in college and reader is usually really smart and focused n stuff but toji likes to tease her and yeah!!!!
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THUNDERSTORM : TOJI FUSHIGURO
oh just how much you hate toji fushiguro, and the feelings are mutual. you are a calm, intelligent and focused person, while he's in the other hands annoying, stupid, arrogant and many other things you hate— you hate how he always makes your heart beat like a thunderstorm.
content warning: college! toji, non-sorcerer jjk, fluff! toji
i wasn't doing my best with this one but i hope you like it
“stop that.”
“stop what?” your eyes narrowed.
“doing that thing with your face when you're happy, it's making me nauseous.” he's looking at you as he's making a disgusted face. his index finger makes a circle while pointing at your face. your smile dropped and an annoyance sounds left your lips. you slam the tray and sit yourself beside the white-haired boy, gojo satoru. and there's that boy, in front of you eating his lunch with a disgusted face as he eyed you, toji fushiguro.
“get your nasty finger off my face before I break it,” your hands move faster trying to catch his finger only for him to pull away faster. “always so slow,” he mocked you. “oh fuck you, toji,” you spit to him, getting more annoyed each second you look at him. while the other boy just laughed. seeing how your face turned red from anger amused him. toji fushiguro always showed a liking every time spat at him, getting nastier and sassier each second. hands gripping on something tightly or just clenched your fist he's afraid you're gonna make your nail bleeding from your nail.
he loves how your eyes always look at him like you're on fire, how your pretty mouth insults him in the most hilarious way he could ever imagine. he loves to have the power of having a calm, pretty, intelligent person like you going crazy because of a person like him. a girl with patience like a saint always growling in anger every time he open his mouth. it's like watching a soap opera, for free. you, on the other hand, despise him with all of your heart. you hate the way his green eyes glisten when the sun hits, you hate the way his personality is embedded in each word when you read a poem about love, you hate the way his voice shapes into a melody and echoes his entire being, scaring you.
“what are you doing here, anyway?” satoru asked as he shoved a macaron into his mouth. you look at the man in front of you, feeling confused also. toji never sits with you and your friends, always with his suicide squad— sukuna and weird ass choso, you swear that guy always looks like his soul just gets sucked out of his body. “yeah, toji? what the fuck are you doing here?” you parrot, this time sassier and you glare at him.
“what? I can't have lunch with friends now?”
you and satoru look at each other before you roll your eyes, “can you please go be annoying somewhere that's away from me?” you asked, nearly begging. you're too hungry to deal with toji's nonsense and he's too insufferable to be around. “but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun,” he pouts, pretending to be sulking as he put his palm under his cheeks and battling his eyelashes. but you don't budge, just keep glaring your eyes to him hoping suddenly your eyes let out a laser that could kill him on the place.
toji sighs in defeat before he gets up throwing you a glance of judgement, “boo, you whore.” and with that he swings his ass as he walks away with a tray in one hand and the other on his jeans pocket— leaving you with mouth hanging open.
“fucking asshole.”
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you feel something was throwing at you— hitting your back of the head. you're in class right now, trying to focus on whatever your professor was talking about. you try to ignore whatever that was throwing at you but each time it's getting bigger and you become more annoyed. so with the last patience you had left, you snap your neck to look at whoever it is— of course it's other than toji fushiguro. “what?” you yelled whispered. “let me borrow your pen,” he said, looking like an idiot with his slay grin, makes you more annoyed.
“no, shut up!”
you back to your position again and this time you're insisting on not gonna pay toji any attention. for a moment things got quiet and you don't hear anything from toji. but of course, that man wasn't letting you sit there in class and try to study quietly. you hear something from your behind that makes you turn around only to find already sitting there, smiling at you. “what the fuck are you doing?” your voice rough while you shoot a glance at your professor.
“i miss you,” he pout.
you look at him in disgust, “shut the fuck up toji, i'm trying to learn something here,” you grumble. that's only amused him more as he put both hands under his chin and battling his eyelashes to you. “make me, y/n,” he whispered, trying to be seductive as he snout his lips to you and making a kiss noise. you winces in disgust before shoving his face away with your hand.
“what the fuck is wrong with you..”
he just laughed.
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you were walking on the hallway of your campus alone. book on your left hands and the other holding a cup of your coffee. you spend a night working on your project until morning and you haven't got a single sleep, so you really need caffeine to keep you awake. when you turn around the corner something big suddenly come out of nowhere, startled you by surprise.
“AH!”
you were so shocked that you fell on the floor along with your books and coffee getting you wet in the process. you look up only to find toji fushiguro hovering you. hands in pocket as he looks down at you. “you scared me,” you shriek. his shoulder move up and down as he shrugged, looking unbothered. “well, i'm naturally terrifying,” he said obvious, like it's was something natural and common. you scoff while rolling your eyes.
“nobody finds you terrifying, fushiguro.”
he frowned after hearing what you were saying, “that's not true, everybody finds me terrifying,” he said in defense. you snicker and cover your mouth, “you're delusional because I'm not finding you terrifying,” you mocked him. and toji doesn't seem like he's agree with whatever you just yapping about. his green eyes bore at you and he was silent for a moment like there's a war inside his head.
“what?” you feel annoyed as he keeps on looking at you with an expression you can't figure out. something you never seen on his face before, something unfamiliar. but he keeps his mouth shut, refuses to speak and entertained you with his lame answer but no, he just stood there looking like he just found something he's longing for who knows how long. his eyes, you can't stand it— worse, you were afraid of it. it feels like his eyes can touch you more than his hands ever could, that's the only thing about him that terrifying to you.
a hard covered book kisses his face harshly to snap him out of whatever he was in. he grimaces in pain and rubs the red on his forehead— where the book landed. “the fuck is wrong with you?” he yells in pain. “stop being a baby,” you dryly said to him. before he gets to let out a bunch of insults, your high pitched scream stops him. your white shirt covered with coffee making your boobs and bra look visible.
“oops,” toji laugh.
you who's still on the floor sending a tall man in front of you a glare. toji swear he can see the steam coming out of your ears. “look at what you've done!” you growl in anger. toji rolled his eyes bored before scoffing, “stop being a baby,” he mocked you— purposely throwing you the same sentence you just said to him. you clicked your tongue as you tried your best to clean yourself with hope in your heart that it doesn't leave a stain. toji just standing there watching you.
he let out a sigh before throwing you his leather jacket making you stare at him in confusion. “cover yourself, idiot.” and just like that he walks away, leaving you all confused and dumbfounded.
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your day is always filled with toji fushiguro. every corner you go, fate seems to find it amusing when he's making your blood boil and your face turns red like fresh tomatoes, that's why it always sends him around, find you every time. you started to get used to his presence. you started to find the scar on lips look more stunning than it used to— especially when he's smile. you no longer feel scared when his green eyes flashed to you. his smile become sweet, different from the rest, from everyone else. you started to notice everytime he touches you it suddenly felt as if the stars dancing across your skins.
“your hands,” he said, softly this time.
you don't say anything, too amused with how beautiful he becomes after all this time, after you start to notice. like it has its own thoughts, your hands just move to the man in front of you, letting him hold it like it's always belonged to him, and it fits perfectly also. and then there's it, the stars thing again. something you're unfamiliar with but knowing you're gonna become an addiction of it, of his touch.
he slipped something on your ring finger. you look down to your hand, hand that he was holding. a ring with white bunny, matching with him as he shows you his hand. your heart smiles, followed by your lips but then it's beating faster, knocking your chest as if it's begging the man to hear. you scared so you look at him and your heart beating faster than before when you realize he's already looking, like a thunderstorm. “it's promise ring,” his voice gentle.
toji fushiguro, a man who couldn't go on with his day without hearing your voice, he couldn't go on with his day without feeling your eyes on him, without your presence around him— it feels like an addiction he doesn't realize, getting too attached to each second. when you're not around he's always looking for you, purposely making you mad just because he knows you're the most expressive when you with him, knowing only him that can makes you feel something you try to denied. he too, try to denied.
the feeling he has for you wasn't something he is familiar with and he's unhappy with that. he wants to quit because every time you walk into that hallway beautifully his head feels fuzzy and the world faded into the background like on the movies show, it's lonely and cold. and standing there with you, in the middle of your campus festival, where people and times move faster— but not faster as his beating heart.
“i'll pick your thunder,” he said, nearly whispering.
you didn't like this boy, you didn't find him attractive in a romantic way, his face wasn't something you'd be thinking about next week. he spoke and he sounded just like the others, a voice you wouldn't recognize again, but now he seemed gentle, so do for toji, he didn't like you last year, but now he started to notice the way you filling the room, expanding like a butterfly breaking free from the cocoon, it was hard not to notice you glisten when all eyes darted like spotlights on you.
when you speak everyone has no choice but to listen and indulge in your smile. or when the room is empty and moonlights spills in through a creak in the door. he starts to love the way your eyes gleam. you changes, you're no longer just a gentle looking girl. he didn't care for the soft waves in your hair but now he started to notice each wave, and the clothes that you wears, and the way that you stands, and smiles, and walks.
you find yourself not just listening but losing touch of things when he talks. he was just another head in the crowd, he was just annoying classmates that always fuming you, you wouldn't recognize his voice when he speaks, but now it is echoing in your mind out loud. he hasn't changed a bit but how something both of you overlooked become something both of you desire?
he didn't like this girl
and you don't like this boy
but you and him now sure do
how'd you do it?' you thought.
how'd you do it?' he thought.
how'd you make me fall in love with you?
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ariachaos · 23 days
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can you do single girl dad headcanons with baji who's daughter is js like him but she's really really smart like honor role since elementary school smart
oh, the irony....
reader is fem! reader
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being baji's daughter includes...
everyone and their grandmother knows how much of an idiot this man is.
he can't even spell tiger to save his life, please help him.
how he's raising you without accidentally neglecting you, no one knows. i guess he has good instincts on keeping something alive?
considering how he's a cat magnet, i guess he has a good sense of what a living being needs to survive, but i don't know how he managed changing diapers and managing your hygiene. (definitely panicked a few times and called chifuyu and tora to help him.)
hates it when people think he's a creep for being a single dad because there's plenty of single moms out there, his own mother was a single mom, what the hell is wrong with being a single dad?
resists the urge to punt someone the moon when they ask if your dad is scary to you, but nearly hollers in laughter when you start looking at the stranger all weird.
you literally look up and down at them, side-eye them, look at your dad as if he's hearing what you're hearing, and answer that your dad is literally the least scary man you've seen in your life.
he's the most unserious person in your life, even with his resting face because you've been dealing with that face since day 1.
it's funny how people think babies think their dad is scary just by appearance, when the man himself is probably the biggest sweetheart on earth.
dwayne the rock johnson is one buff man built like a mountain, but i'm pretty sure his kids love him to the sun and back, like wym scary? these kids lived with that face their entire life????
gordon ramsay is scary, too, but his kids love him to the point they pull the most ridiculous pranks on him without regret, so what makes people think baji is scary to you???? i dunno.
anyway, this is baji we're talking about, so he probably forgets that people looked at him weird the next minute and spends the rest of the day spoiling you instead.
contrary to what people may think, he's actually a very quiet dad. doesn't really talk a whole lot and prefers raising you in peace and quiet with a few cats around the house. however, it's quite obvious how much he loves you from the countless framed photos of you he decorated the house with.
the entire house is a shrine dedicated to you, and honestly, no one can blame him.
though his friends have definitely questioned whether baji is really your dad because you're really smart for your age compared to what baji was...
he fumbles so much when he's trying to help you with homework because he never thought he would have to look at a math equation ever again after graduating high school. had to send you to cram school so you could get proper help with homework, and he kinda feels bad about it.
let's you teach him instead when you get home, but half the things you say fly over his head.
the only time he's actively loud is when he's sleeping. because he snores.
i hope you grow up to be a deep sleeper because he's not going to stop sounding a bulldozer going to war with a thousand other bulldozers any time soon.
the worst part is that he coddles you in his sleep. will bear hug you and not let go. so you've just grown up with the sound of a warzone as a lullaby since you didn't have much of a choice.
it's very touching that baji doesn't get mad at you very easily.
people might think he'd lash out at you if you even look at him wrong, but no. you could kill a man, and he'll help you hide the body.
you could make a mess in the house, and he'll just teach you how to clean up after playing because he doesn't see the point in yelling. what are you going to learn from him if he just yells at you? anger issues? yeah, no thanks.
has taken you to the petshop many times and carries you around in the baby backpack thing. he prefers to have you on his chest and facing him though, since it's safer for you that way. sure, it might get in the way of working, but he doesn't care.
chifuyu and tora does help him take care of you a lot, though. if he's dealing with customers, they're often the ones carrying you around and making sure you're a happy baby.
they experienced many baby fevers because of you, it's not even funny.
never thought someone with baji's genetics would be so cute, but it happened.
all the toman captains know about you simply because baji brings you everywhere, talks about you all the time, shoves photos of you whenever he has the chance, and so on.
they're all collectively your uncles, but tora is your godfather bc of course he is.
mitsuya is your most common babysitter, though, since he has experience taking care of kids.
baji was so heartbroken when you said your first words when spending the day with mitsuya. you were saying "baba" and looking around the house for him while mitsuya was slightly cackling in the background.
got petty and didn't let mitsuya see you for a month after that.
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hiimawarish · 8 months
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don't you ever grow up
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s. ayato being a menace to your daughter while you're away for work. cw. fluff. domestic bliss. marriage. ayato being the best girl dad. established relationship. female/afab reader. tw. none? not proofread. wc. 1k a/n. i'm sorry, i'm a sucker for domestic scenes. have some ayato being needy and clingy with his poor daughter. credits. dividers by @/cafekitsune.
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If only you could see them.
The scene unfolding seems almost too precious as if it had been taken out of a picture book. Your husband is seemingly asleep on a bed that feels too big, too empty for him alone—in his arms, your daughter is sleeping peacefully, one hand tightly holding onto her father’s robe, the other wrapped around that stuffed bunny you had chosen for her before she was even born. The scene is almost perfect.
Almost.
Until your daughter finally stirs, at least, and tries to escape her father’s arms.
“Daddy, stop,” The little girl squirms in Ayato’s arms, pushing against his chest in a desperate attempt to get away from her father. It does not work. It never works, you could have told her that, but seeing as you were out for the week tending to business, your poor daughter is left to deal with him on her own. “I really need to go!”
“No, you don’t.”
Needy as he always is, Ayato merely tightens his hold on her, holding her to his chest as if she were no more than a doll. It is a habit; he had learned to hold her like this when she was still a baby, parading her in front of the elders as if to torture them with the picture. His arms stay wrapped protectively around the six-year-old, her squirming limbs the only thing one could make out of her amidst the sheets and the embrace.
“Daddy!” She squealed again, louder this time, almost threatening. Ayato recognizes the tone—it is the one that says she is not scared to awake the entire household if he does not let her go. “The restroom!”
“You just want to abandon me like your mother did,” He says, in mock sadness, his arms loosening just a fraction in his embrace. 
His daughter sighs. She sighs deeply, exasperated, and the unamused look she gives him reminds him so much of you that he cannot help himself—Ayato pulls her closer, butterfly kisses pressed to her forehead and cheeks. Under normal circumstances, she would be melting into echoing giggles, but this time his daughter remains unfazed. Not even a smile curved into her lips. 
“Mommy didn’t abandon you!” She squirms again, trying her best to run out of his hold. “Mommy’s working!”
“If I let you go, you’re going to abandon me, too. I just know it.”
His daughter stays quiet, still, as if she has given up against her dad’s stubbornness. There are many things Ayato is not, but she has learned from an early age that her father has a knack for the dramatics. Even when you left early that morning, she had observed him as he held onto you, arms wrapped around you and refusing to let you go no matter how many times you reminded him that you were going to be late. He didn’t care. He didn’t let you go until he had given you more kisses you could count and reminded you that you had cursed him to sleep in an empty and cold bed that night—as if that would have made your work any less important; as if that would have convinced you to play hooky and stay with him.
That had been the beginning, hadn’t it?
Your poor daughter, who has always had quite the soft spot for her father, had felt bad. It wasn’t the first, and it certainly will not be the last time, but whenever she saw his face stained in agony as you left—be it for a week or an hour—she couldn’t help but sympathize. She missed you, too, whenever you had to leave. She misses you, even now, which would explain why she holds the bunny tightly even as she fight—or fought, anyway— to be free from her dad’s relentless embrace.
The bunny smells like you. It’s just that simple.
She wonders if her dad would be less needy if he had a bunny to hold that smelled like you, too.
Because that is the root of the problem. 
Ayato, although dramatic, does feel quite lonely when you are away. His bed seems too big just for him, too empty, as if it refused to let him forget for a second that your body is supposed to be there, next to him. Thoma knows. Ayaka knows. Ayato barely sleeps whenever you are away—it is common knowledge within the estate, but he refuses to acknowledge it. He is lonely, and he had felt delighted when his little princess offered to sleep with him that evening.
An offer she is definitely regretting now, he realizes.
“You’re stuck with an annoying dad, huh?” Ayato asks, after a few seconds, finally unwrapping his arms. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
The effect is immediate; she sprints towards the door, and Ayato laughs. A few minutes later he hears the soft padding of her steps coming back. He stays there, on the bed, watching the ceiling. He remembers the first time he heard those little steps, the first time he saw her take them toward him, the way Ayaka had held her breath, Thoma trying his best not to burst into tears, and you… Well, you had been filled with pride.
He wonders if his daughter is actually coming back, or if she’d rather escape into Ayaka’s room to avoid her annoying dad. Her extremely clingy and needy father, as you always called him. Ayato would not blame her—even if he had been joking earlier, he knows when he has gone too far, and the little girl takes too much after you for her not to be upset. She might even tell on him with you as soon as you return, and he can almost picture the disappointment painting your face.
Nevertheless, in spite his growing worry, the soft padding of his little girl actually does approach his door. She slides the door open, her brows furrowed, and still she walks to him. Willingly, without him having to say anything, she gets into bed and takes his own arm to wrap it around herself without a word.
Ayato merely watches, with a smile.
“You’re not annoying, Daddy.” She finally says, rubbing her eyes with the ball of her hands. “I love you. And Mommy loves you, too. Can we just sleep?”
He chuckles.
“Of course, princess. Let’s go to sleep now.”
Ayato presses a kiss to her forehead, then—a silent wish for her to never have to grow up as fast as he did.
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more works.
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“Love is a rebellious bird that none can tame”
After everything she’s been through, falling in love was the last thing she thought she’d ever achieve. And yet, even though she thought herself completely undeserving of anyone’s feelings, she still yearned for it… Maybe you’ll be the one to grant her wish.
characters: Furina x gn!reader
words: ~6360
warnings: spoilers for the 4.2 Archon Quest and Furina’s Story Quest
a/n: So I thought “let’s write something short for Furina, probably won't take too long”, and here I am now, writing this since thursday and with a total of 12 or so pages...
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Furina
There were many things that had changed in the life of the human once known as Fontaine’s beloved archon after the waters swept through Fontaine, engulfing the entire nation as prophesied and leaving her crying on the same chair she had sat down almost an hour before, still devastated from everything that had happened, only for the water to recede once more, leaving the city destroyed but its residents unharmed…
In those moments, Furina couldn’t imagine any of her past subjects being willing to ever look her in the eyes with anything but scorn again, considering how she had lied to them all for hundreds of years, pretending to be their Archon when she was nothing more than a normal human girl drawing nearer and nearer to unavoidable doom… She couldn’t imagine things to turn better in her personal life at all either, having been sentenced to death in front of everyone not too long ago… and yet here she was, reading through the script passed to her by the director, being asked for her opinion and recommendations the same way as when she was still putting on that horrible masquerade.
“My eyes can’t spot any glaring sins in writing in this dialogue… in other words, it’s good, as expected from someone as talented as you, director”, Furina responded once her eyes finally separated from the sheets of paper, catching herself falling back into those theatrical speech patterns she had grown so accustomed to, her lips curling into a polite smile as the director thanked her before quickly moving on to talk to another person.
It had taken Furina quite some time to return to the world of acting, and even after her appearance in the little Oceanid she tried restraining herself from diving head-first into the show-biz again and while there was barely a week she didn’t receive an invitation for a role for the next up-and-coming show, not even being asked for an interview first, acting played the second fiddle when compared to trying to get some time for herself. For centuries her every move was intensely watched, with the only hours she was truly alone being when she was asleep, so getting some time where she was free to try her hands at things in the comfort of her new home was a nice change of pace… especially since her cooking might have required some more refining.
But while Furina was finally free to live the life she always wanted… there still weren’t that many people she could call her friends. The traveler and their companion always on all sorts of adventures, while she still hesitated to reach out to her past colleagues, doubting if they even still wanted her around in the first place.
“Mhm, how could I forget I was dealing with the greatest of actors in all of Teyvat, just remember to look at the stairs the next time we’re on stage, we don’t want a repeat of last time, don’t we?”, the voice of one of her fellow actors rang out, causing Furina to look at the source of the sound, only to see a small group of her coworkers huddled around each other, joking and teasing around while rehearsing their lines and laughing at all kinds of stories of their past and inside jokes… both things still seemingly far out of reach for herself, at least for now. She didn’t like to admit it, but she felt a bit jealous.
Suddenly feeling out of place, Furina forced her eyes back onto the papers in her head, trying to read through her scenes once again, only to find her mind filled with all kinds of different thoughts.
Which sauce should I be trying today? Bolognese? Alfredo? Something new might be nice… but do I really feel like experimenting today? Maybe I should just go out to eat once in a while. It felt like a lifetime since I last visited that bakery near the city center… oh yeah, they shut down a generation ago.
Before she knew it, she sunk further and further into her thoughts, only to suddenly be startled when she felt a hand touch her shoulder, causing the culprit to follow suit.
“Oh, sorry! I was just trying to tell you that today’s rehearsal was over, but you seemed spaced out, so I thought…”, you apologized after quickly pulling your hand away, a look of slight embarrassment on your face before it quickly disappeared again, replaced by a smile that made her heart stop. For a split-second, Furina was about to refute your claim of her spacing out in public, her mouth still working on her centuries old autopilot, only for her to stop herself before a tone could come out, giving you a silent nod of her head.
But while this had ought to be it with your conversation for the day, Furina’s mouth refused to close, the realization that if she didn’t do anything about it, she was just going to go home, do the same thing she always did, eat the same meal she had… admittedly grown a bit sick off, even though she’d rather walk through hell and back before admitting to that flying companion of the traveler that they may have been somewhat right to judge her cooking skills, and get not a single step closer to finally using the chance at living the human life she had always wanted, instead just wasting her days with no meaningful connections until her time would run out quickly dawning on her. 
And so, before any of her anxieties could stop her words were pouring out of her mouth once again. 
“Do you have some spare time to rehearse our dialogues? I didn’t have the chance to see you in action yet, and I’d like to see if you’re worthy of acting alongside me.”
If it wasn’t for her self-control returning to her body at that exact moment, she would have facepalmed herself with enough force to leave an imprint, the cocky remark at the end a textbook example of the bad habits she still struggled getting rid off.
Surprisingly enough however, you didn’t seem insulted, nor disgusted by someone like her, who could not even do anything but watch in her nation's biggest crises, having the galls to look down on someone else. A grin that stretched from ear to ear finding itself on your face instead, your hand reaching out almost instantly as you offered her a handshake. 
“Sure, Miss Furina, let me show you what I’m made of.”
Before she could think things over however, her hand had already grown a mind of its own, shaking yours as she spouted out another confident boast.
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“Are you out of your mind?! What good does it do to anyone if you go and throw your life away in a pointless duel? You could have at least asked me for my opinion before challenging him out of nowhere!”, you snapped, a mixture of anger and desperation seeping through your voice as you took a step towards Furina, leaning slightly forward, only to jerk back when she did the same, almost making your foreheads collide.
“I don’t belong to you, I don’t have to ask you for permission for anything. Challenging him might not have been the right course of action, I admit that, but at least it is an action. You hear the townsfolk weep whenever he and his band of mercenaries march into the townsquare and extort them for all their worth. So I’m not going to apologize for trying to help instead of just watching from the sidelines as you love to do”, before you could manage to say another word, Furina had turned around and stamped away, completely ignoring you calling out her name before you were all one… once again.
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“Well, you are quite talented, I have to admit. I can see why you were hired to play alongside me. Although you still have a long way ahead of you if you wish to get as good as me”, Furina spoke half-jokingly, she never doubted your acting skills in the first place, she had heard of how talented you were after all, but given her excuse earlier, that wasn’t exactly something she could admit.
“Thanks Miss Furina, it’s an honor to hear someone like you say that. I hope I’ll be able to improve my acting while working alongside you”, you were quick to respond, putting your hand on your chest before giving her a small bow, leaving the actress stumped by your sudden modesty.
What’s this? Where are the competitive remarks you had been spewing out during the entirety of your private rehearsal? Why are you so… modest now?
Furina’s expression must have done a great job at revealing her inner monologue as you were quick to respond.
“Is something the matter, Miss Furina?”, you asked in the same calm tone, only for her to quickly turn her head away, as she realized she had been staring.
“N-nothing”, Furina responded in a subdued manner, looking out of the window and watching the streets grow less and less populated as the sun started to set, painting the skies in colors that made her want to whip out her camera and snap a picture or two.
As the silence stretched longer however, and the colors faded from the skies, Furina was teleported back into reality when your footsteps echoed through the room, approaching the front door one step at a time, causing her to turn around to face you once again.
“Thanks a lot, Miss Furina. I’ve learned a lot today”, you stated with a small smile, your hand already touching the doorknob when Furina interrupted your exit.
“Let’s go home together, I’m not too fond of the city's alleyways once they get covered in darkness”, she suggested. The phrase “not too fond” being a bit of an understatement considering her run-in with near death all those moons ago. And yet, Furina couldn’t help but feel a bit silly for asking you to accompany her, she was an adult after all, one that didn’t have that much of a chance to live life yet, but one nonetheless. But before she had the chance to open her mouth and spout an excuse you were already holding the door open for her, gesturing her to step out first.
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“And we’ve arrived”, Furina announced, stopping in her tracks so suddenly that it took you a few steps to realize she was no longer by your side, quickly turning around and seeing her proudly point at the building in front of you. It was a lot smaller than you expected, considering she was the previous Archon and still widely appreciated as an actor. The burning lights in one of its windows made it pretty clear that her apartment wasn’t the only one in the building. But it was far from shabby. It had a nice exterior, was located near the city center and only a few steps away from some major shops, a nice house all in all.
“What? Left speechless by my abode? You flatter me”, she asked theatrically once the silence grew a bit too long to be considered anything but awkward, her voice hiding the faintest hint of nervousness.
“It’s pretty, I wish I’d have a place from which everything was as quickly reachable as from here”, you responded, a polite smile making its way onto your face as Furina’s head tilted by a bit. 
“Don’t you live somewhere near here?”
A shake of your head was enough to make her eyes widen, but once your response left your mouth, you saw her jaw hit the ground. “I live on the other side of the city, so it’s always a bit of a footmarch to get here.”
“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have asked you to accompany me if I knew you’d have to march all across the city to get home afterwards”, apologies quickly started flooding out of her mouth, obviously feeling bad about her previous request, but when you simply waved her worries off, she grew silent once again.
“It’s no problem. I look forward to our next rehearsal”, you said your goodbyes, only for Furina’s voice to once again stop you in your tracks. 
“Next rehearsal?”
At that exact moment, something in your brain clicked. Today was a one off thing, you had proven your worth as an acting colleague after all, so there was no reason for this to continue. The realization hit like a rock, you had enjoyed it after all, even if you had once again fallen into your old habits of becoming too boastful and competitive once your rehearsal’s started to get into motion.
“Sure, see you tomorrow!”, just as you were starting to think about breaking the silence by apologizing, her voice rang out to snap you out of it, a small smile on her face once you dared to look back up at her.
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“Good work as always, Miss Furina. It really felt like I was talking to another person just now”, words of praise left your mouth in place of the line you were actually supposed to say, catching her completely off guard to the point her cheeks started to blush a bit. 
"T-Thanks? Did you forget your line all of a sudden or did the script change?”, she shot back with a tease, hoping it would be enough to serve as a distraction from her face. Instead of making your eyes look away however, your stare grew more intense, to the point she was fearing she might have said something very insensitive.
“I don’t forget my lines, Miss Furina, that’s not something that happens. Scratch that, I don’t forget lines at all, I’m pretty sure I could recite your part from memory at this point”, you shot back with a big grin on your face, your competitive spirit seemingly having been reawakened.
While Furina herself liked to indulge herself in boasting about her skills from time to time, she learned that there came a time when words alone were no longer satisfactory and had to be backed up by actions, so when she heard your remark she didn’t hesitate for even a second to take you up on it, laughter escaping her mouth as she struck a confident pose.
“Heh, well then, bless me with your performance, oh great and mighty one.”
What followed was silence, as you seemed to get lost in thought, your ear-to-ear grin slowly vanishing as your face returned to normal, but once the actress was finally about to offer you a chance out, you started your monologue. One, which while only seeming slightly familiar to her at first, quickly crystallized itself as none other than her character’s from the little oceanid. And while Furina had to admit to herself that you did a pretty good job remembering it, not only knowing what to say, but also when to pause, making it appear as easy as reading it from a script, the way you tried to imitate her voice even if yours was so different from hers made the corners of her lips curl into a smile. Whether it was out of admiration or meant as a parody of her she didn’t know, what she did know however, was that she couldn’t be angry at you even if you were trying to make fun of her, simply finding herself smiling at the thought.
“So you’re either so obsessed with the idea of impressing me that you learned every single one of my lines from heart, or you’re secretly my biggest fan”, Furina joked, only to find you shooting her a smile.
“I couldn’t help it, the little oceanid was just too good for me not to watch it more than once”, you refuted her accusation, finishing the graceful bow you had tried performing before being interrupted by the person in front of you.
“Well, Miss Furina. You’ve heard my rendition of your lines, so make sure to do your homework and read some of mine. Or are you scared you wouldn’t manage it as stunningly as me”, you challenged her before quickly putting on your jacket, opening the door and holding it open until the two of you had stepped outside.
There was no rational reason for her to accept. Taking on extra work when she already had to study enough lines for the play for no other reason than to fuel your urge for competition? That sounded a bit too absurd, even for her. Especially for her.
“Well, let yourself be amazed. Just don’t come crawling to me afterwards begging me to stop humiliating you so thoroughly.”
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As Furina silently watched you chop together whatever ingredients she found at home from the dinner table, she couldn’t help but think about how wrong what was supposed to be nothing but another one of your private rehearsals had turned out…
“Bravo! It almost felt like looking into a mirror”, you exclaimed while clapping once Furina had finished reciting your lines perfectly, striking a pose that practically screamed at you to praise her more, a request you were all too willing to indulge her in.
“I’m starting to worry for every actor’s career, considering how you seem to be able to play every role you can get your hands on, Miss Furina”, you continued, only for her face to get happier with each passing word, before eventually raising her hand.
“This should suffice. Do not fret for your career, I’ll make sure to secure you a role alongside me if you ever find your pool of possibilities to suffer from a drought.”
You had a fully prepared response ready, but when you noticed the dark clouds covering the usually colorful sky, you quickly sidelined your current thoughts, choosing to focus on what seemed important.
“It might not be a bad idea to finish for today. It seems like it’s going to rain… and quite a lot at that”, you stated before pointing out of the window, causing Furina’s eyes to wander to where you’d been pointing, only for her to let out a deep groan.
“Rain? Why now? Couldn’t it have rained at night?” She complained to no one in particular, turning around and grabbing her jacket, giving you a small smile as you held the door open once again before speaking up.
“You should head straight home, or else you might not make it before the rain starts.”
“Heh, I’m not made out of sugar. I’ll be fine”, you joked in a confident tone, almost as if challenging the sky to try and wash you away with a flood, ignoring her attempts at playing the voice of reason…
“How’s the rain?”, you asked from the other room, trying your hardest to multitask everything from holding a conversation, walking around the kitchen, peeling some potatoes, cutting a carrot or two and not starting a house fire by accidentally leaving the stove on for a little too long.
“Not great, it seems to have gotten worse”, Furina responded in a meek voice, continuing to stare out of the window, refusing to look in your general direction, too scared of what sort of look she might find on your face.
“Something wrong? You’re unusually quiet”, you asked, only to get a semi-attentive hum as a response. 
If only you had agreed to go home on your own instead of accompanying her, maybe then you wouldn’t have to see the inside of her apartment. Sure, she wasn’t as depressed as she was before rekindling her passion for acting, leaving her home far more often and for different reasons than just to buy macaroni, but that still didn’t mean her home looked too much different from back then. 
With how little time she spent in it during the day, going to your private rehearsing sessions whenever she found the time… which she admittedly did have a lot of, and how tired she was when returning home, only wishing to grab a bowl of pasta and sauce before falling asleep almost instantly, there wasn’t exactly that much time she had for cleaning. But it was fine, she was eventually going to get around to do it, tomorrow maybe, she was tired already after all. Unfortunately for her however, the rain came before “tomorrow” could finally make its appearance. Now forced with the choice of either letting you see this rather pathetic side of her or forcing you to go home in this horrible storm, Furina couldn’t stomach the thought of shutting her door in front of you, and so… this happened.
“Here, it’s a recipe my father always used to make whenever there wasn’t much around. It requires little ingredients and tastes pretty good for how little time it takes”, you stated before setting down a plate in front of her, meeting her glance upwards with a smile you hoped would cheer her up somehow.
“Now that I think about it, you would have loved that old man. He had a lot of stories to tell, enough for him to write a small book about them. Apparently they found some popularity abroad for a few years, it would surprise you how much it netted him. Enough to take us on a small holiday abroad”, you talked to fill the silence, sitting down on the opposite chair from her, digging into your meal almost instantly.
“Was your father an adventurer?”, Furina eventually asked, catching you by surprise as you struggled to gulp down the last bite as quickly as possible, not wanting to leave her waiting for a response. 
“No, a clerk. Quite a boring job, but what his life missed in adventures, his imagination made up for”, you responded before just as quickly continuing, “My mother however was one, quite a passionate one at that. We couldn’t exactly see her too often because of that, but whenever we did, she returned with all kinds of treasures.”
“I’m sorry”, came the words from Furina’s mouth, almost silent enough for you to miss them, confusing you for a split second, but just as you were about to reassure her that it was fine and she had no need to feel bad for asking about your parents, her voice rang through the room once again. “I should have cleaned up, it’s just that I didn’t know you were going to come over today and… things have been a bit difficult.”
Only at that moment did you look around the room, trying to understand what she was talking about, and sure enough, there were quite a few things one could point out as not exactly being tidy, but considering how much worse apartments you had witnessed over the years, it was nothing too bad. No matter how much she talked herself down, Furina still made sure her home had a certain level of tidiness, after all.
“No need to apologize, it’s really not that bad, especially considering you probably weren’t too used to living alone before. If you need help with anything however, just tell me and I’ll lend you a hand. The only thing I’m judging you for are your acting skills after all”, you responded half-jokingly and while it didn’t seem to have too much of an effect at first, you did notice Furina gradually returning to her usual self during the course of your meal.
Eventually however, the storm finally subsided, leaving you free to finally return home. “Thanks a lot for today’s rehearsal and for letting me stay here instead of walking through the rain. Until next time, Furina”, you said your goodbyes only for Furina to quickly step forward and open the door for you, gesturing you to step through the door with a smile once again adorning her lips.
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The following weeks brought surprisingly little changes to Furina’s schedule, something that would have usually meant a lot of discontent from her side, considering how she liked to spice things up every now and again, detesting the idea of living through the same cycle day in and day out. And yet, she found herself rather content with it all. And although your private rehearsals still continued outside of your normal one’s, they strayed further and further from their original goal as time went on, both of you starting to simply use it as a convenient excuse to hang out instead of solely using it to rehearse.
And so, after you had managed to rehearse the few remaining lines until you knew them from both heart and memory, the two of you still found yourself with a lot of time left, the sun still far from setting as it illuminated even the least accessible corners of Fontaine. Furina had nearly suggested parting for the day, when you had come up with a different idea, one she found herself easily getting on board with.
“Would you like to go eat somewhere? I feel like I’m starving”, if it hadn’t been for the sound of your stomach rumbling, Furina could have caught herself thinking you were simply too shy to ask her to spend a bit more time together, and while your face was as red as she imagined her own would be when asking you out on a date, it was a safe bet to say you blushing probably had a lot more to do with the previously mentioned reason than with anything romantic.
And here you were now, sitting at a table for two in a cafe she had always wanted to visit but didn’t find the time to, Furina already having placed her order while you still struggled with choosing what you’d like to eat, intensely staring at the menu in your hand while subconsciously making a… rather cute face. It had taken her quite a bit of convincing to make the cafe owner accept money from her, arguing that there was no reason to treat her any differently from the other citizens since she wasn’t their Archon any more, but even then the two of them could only agree on a discount, and yet all the conflicted feelings the undeserved, preferential treatment made her feel, vanished into thin air while she observed you, a small smile making its way onto her face when your eyes widened the moment they skimmed over the parfait section.
“Looks like you made your decision”, she joked as you got startled by the sound of her voice, your face turning red as you avoided eye-contact.
“No, I was just wondering why they were selling parfaits in a cafe like this. I doubt there’s any children visiting this place”, you argued back, only for the blue-haired girl's smile to get ever so slightly bigger.
Oh my, what happened to your usual self? Was all it took for you to get self-conscious to be surrounded by strangers in a public place? If so, she was surprised you could walk onto the stage as easily as you did, never so much as showing the slightest hint of nervousness while acting.
“Excuse me, could I have two parfaits please”, she asked the server passing by, only to receive a nod of acknowledgement before they wrote something down.
“Didn’t you already order something?”, was all you had to ask, the slightest hint of teasing in your voice, only for Furina to give you a small smile in return.
“Just demonstrating how easy it can be to pick something. Did it help?”
When she saw you struggle not to smile at her comment, she couldn’t help but congratulate herself by taking a sip of her drink and before she knew it, you had finally managed to order a drink, only for her second order to arrive merely moments after you had done so. Without saying a word, she slid one of the two desserts over to you before quickly making up an excuse to appease your mind.
“I may have ordered a bit too much for myself, would you mind sharing?”
When you finally finished your act of reluctantly accepting the food and took your first bite, only to throw any semblance of ego out of the window as you practically began melting in front of her the second your spoon made contact with the inside of your mouth. It was then that Furina caught herself shamelessly staring at you, ignoring her own food entirely as her stomach was filled with butterflies at the sight of how happy you were. It was cute, there was no use in calling it anything else anymore, and the thought that you were this happy just because of her filled her with an indescribable feeling. Sure, there had been many times she inspired positive feelings in others, but never before in her entire life was it anyone she considered close, so knowing she could make your days a little brighter with small deeds like these gave her hopes that she wasn’t completely without a purpose in life.
She hadn’t even noticed her mouth slightly opening before your voice had brought her back to reality, instantly causing her to turn away as her face heated up. 
“Do I have something on my face?”, you asked, only for Furina to try her best at playing it off, nervously piecing her response together word for word until she had found something workable, something that allowed the day to continue for a little bit longer before you eventually had to part ways.
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As time went on, both of you began to care less and less about the big show on your doorstep, you had spent more time than anyone reciting your lines, learning them until you knew them better than their author, studied your choreography until you were certain you would be able to seamlessly perform your roles even in pitch-black darkness and were instead spending most of your time together doing what you wanted, already having practiced everything there was...
Well, there was one more scene left for the two of you to rehearse. One you two had procrastinated on for weeks. Was it because it was the final scene in the play or because the longer Furina got to know you, the more nervous she became whenever it got closer. You had miraculously avoided having to rehearse it with the others around, Furina bluffing her way out of it by telling the director doing so was just a waste of time, since it only required the two of you and you had practiced it often enough in private for there to be any need. The whole discussion was embarrassing, but far less mentally scarring than it would have been if she hadn’t said anything. 
That being said, today was the last chance to rehearse it, and while neither of you had any problems with anything up until now, you could see her grow more and more tense with every word you spoke.
“I have many regrets in my life, whether one of my many mistakes and shortcomings, or moments in which I stood and watched while I should have acted. I chose to follow you, even though it meant I’d see many of those I treasured the most leave without saying their goodbyes. I fought with you at least as often as I fought by your side, often facing death head on, and still I wear more scars on my heart than on my body”, you spoke with an aura of certainty, one that forced people to listen whether they wanted to or not, your voice was strict as if lecturing someone yet still carried a hint of gratitude, one getting more noticeable once your face softened, “And yet, if I were given the chance to go back in time and change things, I wouldn’t. Because no matter how much misery this path I took led me to, it also allowed me to stay by your side, something I wouldn’t trade for anything this world has to offer.”
“Why?”, Furina asked in a tone that was as soft as it was confused, only for you to smile in response, one, while amused in nature, still shined as radiantly as a stagelight.
“Because I love you.”
Furina was a masterful actress, being able to come up with suitable responses on the go and, with the exception of a few cases, never breaking character. And yet, even though she knew fully well what the script intended for you to do, when you started to slowly lean in, she just couldn’t do it, shutting her eyes in embarrassment as her face turned red enough to match a tomato.
“I-I’m sorry, I can’t!”, she practically screamed in your face, only to immediately apologize, feeling herself shrinking as she wished for nothing more than to sink through the floor. And yet, her wish wasn’t granted, and instead she found herself still standing in front of you the next time she opened her eyes, just in a far more pathetic manner than previously.
When Furina looked up at your face however, the shocked look on your face spoke more than a million words, your questions being so clearly on display that they might as well just be written all over your forehead.
“No problem, I’m sure it must be awkward to do this with a friend, even if it’s just for show… Ah, just imagine someone else, like a-... celebrity you had a crush on… or a cardboard cut-out of yourself”, you tried to lift the mood with a small joke, barely managing to raise the corners of your lips yourself when you saw her still worried face.
“I-... never did this before”, Furina murmured out, barely loud enough for it to be intelligible, and yet, you picked up on it, immediately raising your eyebrows.
“Kiss someone for a play?”, you asked, only for the former Archon to shake her head, her face turning a deep red as you saw her struggle to speak.
“Kiss… someone.” It shouldn’t be such a big deal, she spent the last 500 years playing the role of the Archon of Fontaine, never as much as making a single meaningful human connection, so her not having a slither of romantic experience was nothing surprising. Kissing anyone else for a play also wouldn’t have been that difficult, since Furina was sure she’d be able to enter her professional mode and just see it as a normal part of her career, and yet, with you, she found the task almost insurmountable, her heart beating with such ferocity and pace that it was a wonder you couldn’t hear it while she grew so nervous that it became difficult to breathe whenever you said or did anything romantic… even if it was clearly just part of the script. 
“Oh”, was all you managed to say, a downcast expression setting on your face for a split second before it quickly vanished, replaced with an apologetic smile. “I’m very sorry I have to be your first, I’m sure you’d want to save it for someone special, but considering we don’t have any rehearsals until the show anymore we have to practice the scene today”, you stated only for worry to once again fill your mind when Furina didn’t seem to react at all, simply having shut her eyes while taking deep breaths, only to suddenly spring in action the moment you opened your mouth to say something once again, pressing her lips against yours with such determination that it took you completely off-guard, before eventually pulling away.
“There’s no one else I’d want to give my first kiss to more than you”, Furina spoke, having summoned enough courage to finally speak again, although her voice was still somewhat shaky. It took you a few moments to finally comprehend what was happening, although by the time you did, she had already started her next sentence.
“I love you. I don’t know for how long, but I know why. I love to make you smile, I love to hear your laugh. I love that you didn’t judge me no matter how arrogant and overly brazen I can be from time to time or no matter what a mess I am outside of acting. Without you my only interactions would either be for work or with the shop owner. I’ve learned and experienced so much these past few months, and I know it wouldn’t have been possible on my own. You confide in me so much, and I wish for nothing more than to finally start doing the same, but I still can’t bring myself to do it when there’s just the smallest possibility of us not seeing each other again once this play is done. So will you please tell me how you feel so I can put either my wishes or fears to rest?”
Now that Furina voiced her feelings, she felt herself deflate like a balloon, all of her summoned courage leaving her body as she started to squirm at how cheesy she sounded, but before she could fall into old habits and start looking for an escape, she was brought back to reality by the feeling of her hands being taken into yours, causing her to look up for a split-second, one long enough for you to give her your answer by placing your lips on her’s.
“Was that enough to get my feelings across, Furina?” The moment the words left your mouth, Furina embraced you in a hug, holding onto you as if her life depended on it before you quickly put your arms around her as well, only for the sound of her sobbing to cause a mixture of worry and confusion to flare up inside of you. Just as you were about to comfort her however, you were interrupted by a giggle, faint at first but growing louder until Furina was laughing to herself in between her tears, her lips curled into a genuine smile as she pulled back and looked you in the eyes, her own slightly puffy.
“We can celebrate later, we still have a scene to practice.”
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Morning Touches
Steve Harrington x F!Reader 
Part 2 of the TOUCH series 
Summary: After the events that occurred the previous night, you wonder just how things may have shifted between you and Steve. Turns out, things only go from there in a way you might not have expected. 
WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, sexual content, mutual masturbation, fingering, curse words, mentions of alcohol
A/N: Thank you all SO MUCH for all the wonderful, positive reactions to this series. You guys are amazing and I only hope that you enjoy the future parts to this story. Song is Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money.
GIF is not mine and belongs to @semisweetshadow
Part 1
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Work was a drag. Nothing new. You were bored out of your mind all day, considering you weren’t scheduled to work with either Robin or Steve today, leaving you stuck with Keith the entire time. It also didn’t help that it was a slow morning, there were barely any customers until the late afternoon but you didn’t mind. Having all the time to shelve the videos, check on late returns, and rewind the tapes really should’ve kept your mind off of other things. 
It didn’t.
Rather than stay completely focused on your tasks, your mind strayed to the events from the previous night. No matter how many times you tried to push it out of your mind, you would go right back to thinking about it. 
You thought of the way you were pressed back against Steve’s broad chest while watching the lewd film. The sound of his voice echoed in your ears as he whispered those small encouragements to you, urging you to keep making yourself feel good. You could still feel the way his big hands felt as one covered your own while the other squeezed and pinched at your breast, and the brush of his lips against your cheek as he whispered against you or the way they glided against your neck as he kissed you there. The way he held you while doing all those things as you rode through your orgasm played on a constant loop in your mind.
A slight shiver travels down your back, and you shake your head as you walk to the back shelf with a stack of videos, ready to place them in their respective places. Just as you go to place one on the shelf, a hand grabs your shoulder, causing you to drop them all to the floor. 
“Shit, my fault.”
You glance up, seeing Steve giving you an apologetic look. While Steve often visited you on days you were working while he was off, you honestly didn’t expect to see him here today especially after last night. Clearing your throat, you kneel down to gather up the videos.
“Here, let me help you.”
Steve moves next to you, reaching for a few of the tapes as you stack them up. You mutter a small ‘thanks’, and stand up as you go to stack them again. Steve stands as well, leaning against the shelf as he watches you closely. 
“Jeez, it’s dead in here for a Friday,” Steve comments, looking around the shop. 
“Oh, yeah. Keith has been working at the counter all day dealing with all the customers,” you scoff, shaking your head. “All ten of them.” 
“Leaving you stuck to do the rest of the work, hm? Sounds like Keith.” 
“It’s fine. Keeps me busy.”
You place the last tape on the shelf, dusting your hands off on your pants. “So, what are you doing here, Steve?” 
“Came to see you, of course. Like always.” The comment makes you smile a bit.“Me? I feel special.” 
“You should. What are your plans for tonight?” He asks, watching you shrug your shoulders.
“Same as yesterday, I guess.” 
“Oh?” He raises a brow, a glint in his eye as he smirks. It takes you a moment to realize what the smirk is actually referring to, and your eyes widen. 
“I- no, I didn’t mean… minus that… part,” you stammer, your pulse racing erratically. “I only meant–”
“I’m kidding, babe. No need to freak out,” he chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows you to the other side of the store. “Anyways, I’m asking because you and I are going to go to a party.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Atta girl, you’re catching on,” he grins, lightly nudging your arm with his. “Also, do you think you can drive? I plan on having a good time tonight.” 
“Since I really don’t have a choice, yeah. That’s fine. How’s… seven?” 
“Perfect,” he walks past to the other side of you, not once breaking eye contact, and leans close to you. The closeness of his face causes your breath to hitch slightly, and he smiles. “See ya later, babe.” 
Steve soon leaves, and you watch his back as he strolls out the front of the store. You shake your head, before moving back to the counter. 
As you finish up, you think about the way Steve acted when he talked to you. Besides the little jab at you, which wasn’t even truly one, he didn’t bring up what happened last night. Part of you was grateful he didn’t, you don’t think you would have been able to handle the embarrassment. But… part of you wondered if maybe he was thinking about it the way you were. 
Did he think about the way you shook in his arms when you laid back against him, coming undone? Was he hearing the sounds of your moans constantly in his head? Did he relish in the feeling of your skin as he brushed his lips against you?
Sighing, you shake your head at the thoughts. Of course he wasn’t thinking about that night. In fact, you know he would never think about you in that way. Every other girl he came across, sure. But not you. 
He probably never would, you guys were just friends.
After finishing up with your tasks and clocking out, you head to your car so you can drive home. You only had so much time to get ready before picking Steve up for the party, so you had to hurry.  You were ready to have a good time, you normally did when you partied with Steve. The only thing you hoped for was that he wouldn’t go too crazy. 
Knowing him, you should’ve seen it coming. 
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“Holy shit- that party was fuckin’ intense,” Steve claps, leaning back in the passenger seat of your car as you drive the both of you back to his house. He bobs his head along to the music playing on the radio, his sunglasses on despite how dark it already is outside. 
“Yeah, it was. Can’t believe you shotgunned that beer.” You actually could believe it. 
“Like a fuckin’ pro, too,” he raises his hand for a high five as you laugh softly, obliging. 
The song on the radio changes, and you hear “Take Me Home Tonight” start to play through the speakers. Steve fists pumps as he turns the volume up. 
“Hell yeah! I love this fuckin’ song.” 
Steve was a fun drunk, you discovered that the first ever party you went with him to. Sure, there were times he would go overboard and you would have to drag him out of the house with some help, but most of the time he knew when to stop. Tonight, you were lucky he only had enough to have a good time while not having to worry about him barfing in the morning. 
“I can feel you breathe! I can feel your heart beat faster!” Steve taps along to the beat on the dashboard, turning to you. “Come on, baby, sing it with me!”
“Steve–”
“Take me home tonight! I don’t want to let you go ‘til you see the light! Take me home tonight– here comes your part, babe!”  
“Steve, come on–”
“Just like Ronnie sang–”
He holds his hand out as if he is holding a microphone. Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and finish the lyric. 
“Be my little baby!”
Steve lets out a loud whoot, and you can’t help but laugh. The song soon ends, just as you pull up to his house, all the lights on the inside shut off. You knew that Steve’s parents weren’t home, so you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around. 
Steve strode to the front door, dropping his keys in a tipsy haze as he cursed to himself, before you bent down to grab the keys. He leaned against the wall as he watched you fumble while searching for his house key. When you finally unlocked the door, you both made your way inside. 
“God, I am beat,” Steve stretches his arms, and you catch a glimpse of skin right under the hem of his shirt. He turns to face you as he takes his sunglasses off, tossing them on the little table in the hallway. “Are you staying the night?” 
The question was silly. Of course you were staying the night. You’ve stayed over with Steve after plenty of drunken nights. It was mostly to keep your mind at ease, since he was typically alone at home most weekends. Steve would let you sleep in his bed while he took the floor, but since then the both of you would just share the bed without questioning it. You were just sleeping, after all. Nothing more. 
“Yeah, I’ll stay.” 
“Then let’s go to fuckin’ bed.” 
You follow him up the stairs to his bedroom, and as you do he is already ridding himself of his shirt, tossing it on the floor in front of his closet before digging through his drawer for a pair of pajama pants. Steve liked to sleep with his shirt off so it wasn’t anything new to you, seeing his naked chest and toned arms. 
Steve calls out your name just as he tosses some clothes at you, which you catch in time before they can hit your face. Throwing him a playful glare, you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes. It seemed silly, considering he did see and touch your bare chest last night, but you didn’t want to make things more awkward than they needed to be. 
When you come back into the bedroom, you see that Steve has already discarded his jeans for a pair of gray pajama pants, and that he is sitting on the bed waiting for you. After setting your own clothes and shoes on top of his dresser, you make your way over to him as he gives you a tipsy smile. 
“Thanks for driving me back. Don’t know what I would ever do without you.” 
“Yeah, yeah. Get your ass to bed, Harrington,” you ruffle his hair playfully as he gently swats your hand away. 
“Hair is off limits! You know that.”
Laughing, you watch as Steve scoots over to the furthest end of his bed before you settle as well. Pulling his blue blanket up to your chest, you lie back against one of his pillows, the scent of his shampoo lingering in it. 
He groans out in relief, hugging his pillow close. “God damn, it feels good to be back in bed. Started to feel a bit busy.”
“Please tell me you’re not going to barf.”
“Nah, nothing like that,” he rolls to face you, checking you over. “Comfy?”
“Very,” you hum. Steve’s bed was bigger than yours, and the mattress was softer. You very much enjoyed sleeping in his bed compared to yours at home. “I might have to steal your mattress when you’re not expecting it.”
“You could just stay here every night. Then you won’t have to,” Steve states simply, with a shrug of his shoulders. There was something in his tone and the way he looked at you that you couldn’t quite recognize, but you shook it off. You were pretty positive it was just the alcohol talking. 
“Sure. Night, Steve.”
“Night, sweetheart.” 
After rolling over onto your side, you face away from Steve. You try not to think about how close he is, and how you can feel the warmth of his body just a few inches away from yours. Or how his scent was surrounding you from every direction at the moment. You definitely try not to think about how his chest would feel against the bare skin of your back rather than the shirt he wore last night while he helped you reach the highest peak of pleasure you’ve ever known. 
Yeah, it took you a while until you finally drifted off to sleep. 
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You’re not sure what actually caused you to wake up at that exact moment. Whether it was the light shining through the blinds or just automatically rising as you usually woke up around this time. Taking in your surroundings through a sleepy haze, it takes you a moment to remember that you were in Steve’s room; the ugly patterned wall paper being the first thing you see. 
Movement next to you causes you to glance over your shoulder, and you see Steve lying next to you with his eyes still closed. For a split second, you thought that he was still sleeping, and you were about to just roll back over and go back to sleep as well. That was until you heard one of the most erotic sounds fill the room… a soft moan. 
A moan, followed by the rhythmic sound of Steve pumping his dick with his hand. 
Your breath hitches as you catch a glimpse of Steve’s hand moving at a steady pace underneath his blanket, and you quickly turn back over. Holy shit, holy shit… was this really happening? Was Steve really jerking off while you were in the bed right next to him? Did he forget that you were right next to him? Or did he know and just not care? 
Or… was he jerking off because you were in bed next to him?
Stop that, you think. Of course that wasn’t the reason. There was probably a very good explanation for what was occurring. But, you weren’t about to find out. This was a complete invasion of boundaries. You would rather stay quiet and pretend you were still asleep until Steve was done. That was the smart thing to do, right?
Trying your best to stay very still, you shakily let out a breath and try to think about things other than what Steve was doing next to you. What would you have for breakfast? Should you maybe see if Keith needed you to work even though it was your day off? Or should you–
Your thoughts become interrupted as Steve lets out a soft groan, and you can’t help the shiver that flows throughout your body. Why was your body reacting this way? This wasn’t right, listening to your best friend jerking off while he thought you were asleep next to him.
You couldn’t help it.
The sounds emitting from Steve’s mouth were sinful. Each moan released went straight to your core, and you squeezed your thighs together in response. It wasn’t enough. No, you desperately needed to touch yourself, but you wouldn’t do so with Steve right there.
You already did once before, you argue with yourself. He was there the other night and he even helped you.
Flashes from the other night came to mind and you made the mistake of letting out a soft sigh. Horrified, you freeze and try to play off still being asleep, but hear the movements from Steve completely stop. 
“Shit…”
He says your name once, his voice rough from waking up only moments ago, and you stay still. He says it a second time, and you close your eyes before slowly turning over. His cheeks look flushed, whether from the vigorous activity he was just doing or from embarrassment at the thought of possibly being caught doing said activity. 
“...Morning,” you say awkwardly. 
“Fuck, did I wake you?” 
“I, uh… I mean… not technically? I did wake up earlier but… I’m not sure if it was from what I was hearing, or–”
Steve runs a hand down his face. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize you were in bed next to me until I…”
Until he heard you. He didn’t need to finish, you knew exactly what he was going to say. Rolling over onto your back, you stare at the ceiling, thinking until…
“Do you do that every morning?”
“Hm?” He looks over at you before you motion down to his covered dick. “Oh, uh… yeah. Most mornings.”
“I see,” you nod slightly, noticing the blush on his cheeks brighten a little more. You have never seen Steve this flustered before. It was kind of cute. 
He clears his throat, turning his attention back to the ceiling as he brings an arm behind his head. “I didn’t mean to do that with you right here, babe. I- fuck–” 
“Steve, it’s fine–”
“I promise you I didn’t remember you being in my bed. I didn’t even think–”
“Steve, relax. I don’t care.” 
He sighs, turning to face you. “Are you sure? Because, like… I didn’t want to freak you out or anything.” 
“I am sure, and I am not weirded out. It’s fine. Really.” 
“...Okay, because–”
“I mean, you could even finish if you want to.” 
Steve stares at you and a tense silence fills the room. For a moment, you wonder if you said the wrong thing. With each passing second, your anxiety begins to build and you think maybe you should just take back what you said and go home. Just as you go to speak, Steve beats you to it. 
“Really? You don’t mind?” 
It’s your turn to stare and pause for a moment. On one hand, you weren’t sure if this was a good idea. Sure, he watched you do the same thing the other night, but you didn’t know how this exact moment would change things between you both. On the other hand, you honestly wouldn’t mind if he pleasured himself right then and there. It was obvious that you both were very comfortable with one another. 
Breathing out, you shake your head. “No. I… I don’t mind.”
“Cool,” he nods, bringing his arm down as he looks back up at the ceiling. “Cool, cool. Right.” 
His arm slowly snakes under the blanket, and you watch with anticipation as it does so. But then it hits you: he might not want an audience. 
“Um… I could go–”
“You can get yourself off too, if you want.” 
When he turns to face you, all you can do is blink at first. Did he really say that or did you hear it wrong? 
“...Huh?”
“You can… you know,” he motions along your body. “If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to. If you would rather leave, that’s fine too. I just want you to feel comfortable is all, babe.”
“Yeah… no, yeah. I understand, um…” 
“I just know that you… well, you were squirming a lot. And… I heard you.” 
You hold back a groan. So he did hear you. That right there should’ve been enough to make you want to leave from embarrassment alone. But you knew Steve wasn’t trying to make you feel that way at all. In fact, he just wanted you to have another chance to feel good. 
With your lips pressed together, you look around until you’re back to facing Steve. The genuine look on his face tells you he is not trying to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to. You of course already knew that, but actually seeing the sincerity in his eyes makes the choice easier. 
“...Yeah, okay. I, um… I’ll stay.” 
Steve gives you a small smile, before you both settle onto your backs, your arm brushing against his as you stare up at the ceiling. Safe to say, you were a little nervous. Despite Steve being there the first time you masturbated, this was different– this time he would be masturbating with you. 
“...S-so, do we just…”
“Yeah, um… I guess you could just pretend I’m not here if you want? Or just– fuck it, touch yorself listening to me. Whatever you want.”
“Right, right.” 
“You could take your clothes off, too. To get comfortable, I mean. Totally up to you, though.” 
You pause, really thinking about whether you should or shouldn’t, when you decided fuck it, and began stripping out of the clothes you slept in underneath the blanket. After discarding them to the floor, you keep the blanket covering your chest as you look over at Steve. He watched you undress the entire time, you realized, but the only thing he did was give you a slight nod, before turning his head. 
“Alright, then… have fun.”
Releasing a breath, you close your eyes as you slowly bring your hands underneath the blanket. It was so quiet in the room, you could practically hear your heartbeat. You could already feel the dampness between your legs as you shift, the obvious clue to how turned on you were earlier listening to Steve’s moans. 
You roam your hands along your body as a means of relaxing yourself while also trying not to brush against Steve’s arm too much. One hand slowly makes its way down, and you push your legs apart to give yourself access to your wet pussy. A soft sigh escapes you, and you gather up your slick onto your fingers as you go back up, gradually circling around your clit. 
The movement next to you lets you know that Steve has gone back to pumping his dick with his hand, and for a moment, you focus on the sounds of each of your hands doing sinful things to your bodies. You bring your other hand up to your breast, lightly squeezing and teasing your nipple as you brush your thumb along the bud. 
There was no way this should be happening. You should not be lying next to your best friend naked underneath the blanket while the both of you jack off. There was no reason you should feel this turned on while listening to the way his breathing has changed because he is pleasuring himself. 
But it was happening, and you were turned on. Very turned on.
Your fingers soon travel even lower, and you push one between your slick lips, just like the way Steve taught you to. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable as the first time, and was now even more pleasurable. Adding another finger, you feel the slow stretch of your cunt soon become enjoyable and move them at a steady pace. Brushing that spot each time you rocked your finger in and out of your glistening hole you sent lustful waves throughout your body. 
How much time had passed? Had it only been a mere few minutes? Or had you both been there touching yourselves for a while? You weren’t sure. The only thing you were certain was that you were feeling so fucking good. 
“Shit…” 
Being so lost in your own euphoria, you almost forgot Steve was right next to you in his own sexual bliss. The speed of his hand pumping his hard cock increased slightly from what you could hear, and the sounds of his moans only added to your desire for eventual release. 
Part of you wondered what was going on through his mind— what type of fantasies was he imagining? Was he playing out the scenes of a porno in his mind? Was he thinking about fucking someone else? Or was he thinking about you and how you were right next to him, unclothed and touching yourself?
You desperately wanted to look at Steve. You wanted to see his hand moving underneath the blanket. You could only imagine how he looked right now: cheeks flushed, his head thrown back against the pillow, and lips parted. But you weren’t sure if he would be okay with you watching him, so you kept to your own fantasy. 
Moving your fingers back to your swollen clit, you begin to rub faster than you had when you initially started. That familiar hot pressure began slowly building up inside you, begging to be released, but you needed more. Touching yourself just wasn’t enough. 
A thought occurred to you, and you mused at the idea that thinking about something even more sexual would help you. You try picturing the beginning of the porno movie from the other night in your mind, how you got a view of the girl’s breasts and pussy, and how she touched herself. It wasn’t enough. You try thinking about any one of your celebrity crushes, how they might feel against you, but it still wasn’t enough. 
A guttural groan emits from the back of Steve’s throat, and you glance at him before stopping yourself. The sight of him was glorious. His hair was messy from sleep, and his eyes were still closed. His cheeks were pink, just as you thought they would be, and you could see how tense the muscles in his neck were as he tried biting back louder sounds. Even still, the sounds he was already making mixed with the pounding of his hand against his skin were driving you crazy. 
Turning your head back and closing your eyes, you begin to imagine every possible scenario you could that involved Steve. You imagine that instead of your hands, it was his own pleasuring and touching your body. By listening to his soft moans, you imagine how much louder and filthier they would sound if his mouth was right next to your ear and if he was whispering sweet nothings instead.
I got you, baby.
God, you look so pretty like this. 
Let me make you feel good.
Your mind went even further as to imagine Steve kissing every inch of you: your neck, your breasts, and even your mouth. You imagine Steve’s body over yours as he rocks his hard cock in and out of you, hard and fast. 
This was what you needed. This was enough. 
It was as if a tightly coiled rope snapped between the both of you, because before you knew it, not only were you finding your release, but Steve was as well. As your back arches up off the mattress, Steve’s hips buck up into his hand. Small whimpers and tight groans both fell from his mouth, while moans and whines broke past your lips– the both of you reaching your high. 
Falling slack against the mattress, you let the ringing of your ears die down as you pant softly. Your arm relaxes next to you underneath the blanket, and you feel Steve bring his own down as well, his skin brushing against yours. Blinking your eyes open, your surroundings soon come to and you glance over at Steve, who you see still has his eyes closed, and a smile gracing his face. 
“Wow…” He breathes out a small laugh, before he turns to look at you. His pupils were blown and god– you realized just how much you wanted to kiss his stupid face. 
You keep from doing so, obviously, and find yourself pulling the blanket closer around you. Steve clears his throat, bringing one arm to rest under his head. That awkward silence returns, and you gnaw on the inside of your lip out of worry. What was he thinking about? Was he regretting what just happened? 
“What are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?” Steve asks, breaking the silence. 
“Me? Um… nothing. Just… that was–”
“Hot as hell?”
You scoff, shaking your head. It shouldn’t surprise you that Steve was still acting his normal self as if that didn’t just happen between you both. He turns onto his side, looking you over and you really wonder what is going through his mind at this moment. 
“So, are you hungry?”
“Uh-” 
Before you can respond, Steve is already turning away from you, tossing the blanket off of him as he reaches down over the edge of the bed, and grabs his pajama pants. You avoid him, giving him some sense of privacy before he stands up. 
“I think I have eggs or some shit. I am fuckin’ starving.”
He truly was acting as if this was just any other regular morning. You didn’t know if you should be grateful about it or upset that he wouldn’t really talk more about what was happening between the two of you. The feeling settling in your chest was foreign to you, but you chose to push it deep down. 
Keeping the blanket to your chest, you reach over and grab the clothes on the ground as you look up at him. Taking the hint, he quickly turns around and you begin to dress. 
“So, do you want to stay for breakfast? Or… shit, I guess it would be brunch now.” He asks, placing his hands on his hips. 
You were conflicted. Of course you did want to stay and spend more time with Steve. But, you also needed to think about the last few days and how, despite the lack of response from Steve, things were definitely changing between you both. Whether it was a good or bad change, and whether Steve would actually sit and talk about this, you needed to figure things out first. Time to yourself was probably the best choice so you could decide how to move forward. 
“...Let’s do a raincheck on breakfast. I have to get home and do laundry, and clean the house. All that shit,” you stand up. Steve turns to face you and you wished he hadn’t, because all you wanted to do was run your hands through his messy hair and kiss those lips and– ugh. This was why you needed to leave. 
“You sure? I can make pancakes, too.”
It almost sounded like he didn’t want you to leave. But if that were true, then he would be outright and say it. That was the type of person Steve was with you. 
“I’m sure, Steve,” you force a small smile. “Plus, I’ll see you at work tomorrow. We’re scheduled together.”
“Right… yeah, right. Work.” 
He smooths his hair back and nods, watching you gather your clothes from the night before and slip on your shoes. You meet his gaze, seeing a soft look in his eyes as he doesn’t pull away. Almost as if he is waiting for you to say or do something else. 
“...Bye, Steve.”
“I’ll see you later, babe.” 
Nodding your head, you walk past him, and make your way out of his house. You didn’t look back to see if he followed you or was watching out the window as you got into your car. Gripping the steering wheel, you let out a sigh. What was happening? What was this feeling in your chest? Why did you want Steve to beg you to stay or look at you in that way he did or kiss you?
Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was only the lust talking. Steve was the one who encouraged you to explore yourself sexually without judgement. Were you just feeling something different because he has seen you in a completely different way? 
That was it. It had to be. There was no other explanation as to why these feelings suddenly appeared. Maybe it was time to do more. To feel more, to go further than just self pleasure. Maybe… maybe all you needed to do was get laid.
Would Steve be willing to help you after doing so much with you already?
Finally starting your car, you begin to drive off, hoping that some time alone would give you some clarity about the situation. 
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vrisrezis · 10 months
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If your willing, general romantic hcs for rocket raccoon?
Yay first rocket rqqq ! Pls ask more I love this mf . For the record your a biologically enhanced animal experiment like rocket in all of my rocket x readers unless you guys state otherwise in your rqs. Light spoilers for gotg vol 3, if you know about his past anyways. Even then I don’t greatly spoil his past.
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- Dating rocket can be rather stressful. Though the girls of your little family of misfits are typically fine, quill and drax tend to tease the hell out of your boyfriend. While it can be annoying from time to time, it’s typically funny. Even groot has his own share of light teasing, but it’s really just him saying things outright and being a little too honest.
- also yknow. Getting constantly attacked by people your family happens to piss off also can be stressful at times.
- but all that shit aside, your boyfriend can be rather.. stressful to be with at first. And there’s a lot of shit you have to tolerate when it comes to him.
- you MUST be able to deal with his constant sarcasm and light insults towards you, to be perfectly honest I can’t imagine him with anyone easily hurt or too soft. You have to be a very strong motherfucker to be willing to deal with his shit.
- however, despite his personality he is a tiny bit softer around you and even if it’s not noticeable to you it certainly is to literally everyone else on your shared ship.
- rocket can be difficult to deal with, but so long as you’re patient enough with him he becomes less difficult to be around and a lot softer as time goes by.
- you’ll notice that he insults you a lot less, and they seem less like insults and more like light jokes to make you laugh. Light teasing. But the sarcasm doesn’t ever wither away. Though he’s not as sarcastic with you.
- rocket, over time, is very into physical affection but is not good at admitting it. It takes a very long time for him to become comfortable with you being affectionate physically with him, but once he grows used to it he loves it. He .. won’t ever tell you that but man if he doesn’t make it obvious.
- over time rocket with lightly, lowkey flirt with you, until it just kinda becomes straight up, shameless flirting the longer you are together.
- rocket also becomes bolder as time goes by, initiating or even asking for some affection if he’s feeling particularly needy.
- while he tends to not do this in front of the others, the longer you guys date the more accepting he becomes of pda.
- likes to cuddle a lot, also insists you sleep with him often. Claims it’s in case groot needs something while he’s sleeping so you’re also there but.. you know he just wants to sleep with you lol.
- lets you pet him :) sometimes he purrs when he’s really relaxed
- (will pet you too low key)
- rocket is overprotective often, and very jealous.
- he has many insecurities, so it’s only natural he gets jealous especially if he thinks anyone is into you (most likely not, but still).
- he’s also lost many people, the first friends he ever had, his entire family during the blip, he even lost groot when he first met that family. He’s protective for good reason.
- losing you is his worst fear
- he doesn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to him, so he shows it through making you things, fixing you things, and just… gift giving in general. If he notices you eyeing something for too long, he’s definitely getting it one way or another. Even if it means he has to steal it. Especially if it means he has to steal it.
- likes to listen to you talk while he tinkers with whatever the hell
- he kinda says a lot of offhanded shit that makes it sound like he’s not listening that much, but he’s hanging on your every word
- while shy with a lot of stuff in the beginning of your relationship as time goes by he is quite bold
- holds your hand a lot, likes to just feel your hands in his? It’s easy to drag you in case danger comes, it’s nice to feel your warmth and feel the comfort of you being there. It also helps that physical affection isn’t his go to all the time and it’s not like a huge amount of contact in comparison to hugs. (Not that he minds physical affection with you, though).
- he sucks at apologies, he just makes/tinkers your shit for you to make up for being a jackass. But he will apologize if you two had a serious fight.
- always willing to let go of his ego if it meant you’d forgive him after a serious altercation. But yknow, it would have to be REALLY bad.
- might even make you food as an apology lol very rare since he doesn’t make food for anybody
- likes to kiss you on the cheek a lot, sometimes on the lips but his go to is to kiss your cheek
- he will open up to you, but it takes a very long time. You are the one person he truly trusts and opens up to but it’s usually when he’s having a nightmare or something. He tends to not want to focus on his past, so he doesn’t talk about it. A part of him just wants to forget that was ever his life so as a result doesn’t talk about it to anybody unless he gets a nightmare that reminds him of his torture.
- it also makes it easy that you’re like him and know what he’s been through so, lol.
- hates seeing you cry, will actually beat the shit outta anyone that makes you cry and if he is ever the reason he feels like the biggest asshole in the galaxy
- while it does take him an extremely long time to open up to you, he will encourage you to open up to him. He’s very understanding if it takes you time too, but will be ultimately hurt if you tell the other guardians anything about yourself that he doesn’t know. (Unless you had some history with one of them prior to meeting him cause that would make more sense to him).
- bad at comforting but wants to be the one there for you
- surprise! Rocket actually likes hugging you but you guys never hug because he seems so against it anytime you hug him. He secretly is a big fan
- anytime you compliment him he’s just kinda like “yeah yeah”
- calls you nicknames btw :) “doll” is a favorite one of his. However he also likes classic ones like “babe, baby, hun, honey, sweetie” sometimes even “sweetheart” and likes if you do the same
- nuzzles his face in your neck/chest when he sleeps
- while rocket can be rather selfish at times, he always thinks of you first, or at least tries to. Which is a lot coming from him.
- if you guys had a hammock, he would actually just love lazing around with you two on a hammock
- when you two are sleeping together he’s very cuddly, if you have to get up for any reason at all he starts to growl and tells you not to move
- “rock I have to pee” “not my problem.” “It is going to be when I pee everywhere!” “Ok now you just made it weird.”
- I can imagine before you started dating the two of you were like the bestest of friends lol.
- gets nightmares often about losing you
- tends to.. show off from time to time.. when you first met he showed off how smart he was at making scraps of metal into literal bombs, or how good of a shooter he is, or how good of a pilot he is, etc. he LOVES to show off because he just loves the idea of impressing you
- this also comes from a place of insecurity and just thinking he’s not that great or competent
- yes, he does purr when he’s very relaxed typically when he’s asleep :)
- don’t tell him you heard him tho he will get mad at you for “invading his privacy” lol
- just the biggest softie for you if you give him time and have the patience of a saint
- he’s kinda aware he’s a lot to deal with, and is eternally grateful for your patience and for your love and kindness
- because honestly people being kind to him? Loving him for him? Not something he’s used to. And honestly something he’s scared of, because of how foreign it is to him.
- and also take the fact everyone that ever cared about him has died at some point (like other than nebula, honestly) you can imagine his fear of letting others into his life, especially when he cares about you so much.
- can I just say… boop his nose? He tries not to laugh every goddamn time
- rare moments where rocket is sentimental talking to Peter and is like “idk I just feel happy for some reason” and just looks at you with a lovesick smile and Peter is like… “hmm… wonder why..”
- speaking of Peter he teases the hell outta you two because he genuinely thinks you guys are adorable. Drax does the same. Mantis on occasion, but not as much lol.
- also thor ships you guys too btw <3 like hardcore he is so annoying about y’all LMFAO
- I can imagine y’all playing with eachother like… him just chasing you around on all fours for fun, trying to tackle you to the ground
- kinda reminds him of when he was little, the good times he had, anyway.
- also you taking care of any of his injury’s, no matter how big or small, is cathartic for him. He likes feeling like he doesn’t always have to take care of himself, or be alone. You have his back, you can take care of him for once, you can protect him too. (It certainly helps that the first act of kindness towards him was lyla easing his pain so LOL).
- if he ever has to take care of your injuries, he will. He’s willing to take care of any injury you get, though if he knows it’s not a huge deal he tries not to make it a huge thing. But he tends to.. overreact anyways and gets overprotective and tells you (more like yells at you) to be more careful.
- kinda steals your stuff
- likes an s/o that finds him funny, but also isn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit even if he finds it annoying in the moment, he grows as a person because of it
- when you guys stay in knowhere together, much more time for cuddles since you have your own space to relax
- also way more space for him to chase you around all over the place lol
- also low key being parents to all the little raccoons rocket now has with him… 😪
- he’s started to accept a lot of your kind gestures as you caring for him and being nice to him, instead of it being charity work or because you pity him for some reason, he still gets grumpy when he sees your gifts in his line of sight tho
- Would probably blame himself if you ever got hurt, but wouldn’t utter a word of it to anyone. Would probably end up telling you though because everytime he’d look at you the guilt would increase. Probably resulting in him not looking at you for awhile until you get him to spill.
- also if he ever thought you were dead (perhaps during the blip) again, blames himself hard and cries A LOT. Holds onto any possessions you may have had that were important to you. He makes it his goal to keep them safe for you. Would also wear your clothes quite a bit. Sometimes when he’s about to go to bed he just smells your clothes, and thinks about how much it smells like you and just cries.
- ANGST ASIDE!!!
- what a lovely guy to be with who loves you unconditionally, truly
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chrisili · 5 months
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Request: Nope
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!baker!reader
Summary: Gojo falls in love with a baker, although she doesn’t show any interest in him they make up a deal, if he buys a Croissant everyday for the next ten years she is gonna marry him. How will their relationship involve in that time?
Warnings: none Ig
Genre: Fluff, comedy, slightly suggestive (really like 3 lines), drama (lil bit), Time skip!10 years
Word count: 4,4k
A.N.: My second fan fiction and let me tell you I am actually really proud of this one. Based on the fact that no one read my other one, I am not sure if anyone will read this but at least I will lol. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I proof read this three times but I am stupid. Enjoy! NOT MY GIF OBVIOUSLY!
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“Man I am telling you this one last time, don’t get in my way when I already have things under control!” Said the black haired male angry as he walks beside his best friend Satoru Gojo. The white haired beside Geto just groans and hangs low with his entire body while walking. “But you are sooo slow! How can I help it?” He replies with a small smirk in his face. “Gojo, this is no joke. Get in my way on more time and I will-” “What? Hm? You will do what?” Gojo and Geto now stand in front of each other on the streets, looking angry at each other. Before one of them can make a move they hear a loud bang on the side.
“Come back here again and you will be sorry! This is a bakery not a singles bar you perv, yeah run you miserable worm!”
To explain, this is what Gojo and Geto are looking at currently: A girl their age, 17-18 years old, wearing an apron and holding a pan. She is screaming after a man who she had kicked out of the warm and bright bakery she, is probably working in. The man laying on the ground looks first shocked at the girl but then starts to run. The girl is breathing heavily and looks angry after the fleeing man, with one swift motion she turns around and opens the double glass door to get into the bakery.
The young men are looking a little confused until Geto breaks the silence. “Anyways, I will-” but before Geto was able to finish his second attempt to finishing his sentence, was Gojo already holding up his pointy finger, symbolizing Geto to shut up.
With long steps the tall boy walked into the bakery looking for the young woman he had just seen on the streets. The bakery was full with people drinking coffee or eating biscuits, many girls turned their heads to the entrance looking at the two handsome males entering. Geto smiled at a few of them but was mostly confused of why he was actually here? Gojo on the other hand was only looking for one girl and she was there right behind the counter.
A smooth motion and his arm was already resting on the counter and looking at the girl in front of him. The girl slightly jumps when she turns around and sees Gojo but she caught herself pretty quickly.
“Hello sir, welcome to bakery Lula Love what can I get for you?” she smiled kindly at Gojo ready to take his order. Geto appeared besides Gojo and was looking at the many cakes, biscuits, types of bread, cookies, donuts and what not. “I actually would like to take a-” today was not Getos day because without moving his eyes away from the lady in front of him, Gojo just hits Getos chest and starts talking instead.
“I would like to have your phone number in my phone.” To make it worse Gojo was actually sliding his flip phone over the counter into her direction. Her face changes from shocked to angry. “Another one huh? Let me tell you this buddy, we are not a singles bar and if you don’t want to eat anything I’d recommend for you and your friend to leave. Immediately.” Gojo was not really, well, listening. His heart war pounding, his eyes changed into a heart shape and his ears actually blend out EVERYTHING. “What’s your name beautiful?” Was all he said and let me tell you, Y/N was not pleased. Geto already turned around and left the bakery, he was waiting in the front now because he was done.
“Are you deaf or just stupid?” she asks him with frowned eyebrows. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be actually.” Was Gojos very smart reply. Y/N was now grabbing an empty coffee cup and threatened Gojo the same way as she did with the guy before him, who was actually trying to flirt with another customer but they looked very uncomfortable so Y/N helped. Gojo although didn’t budge, obviously. Y/N was slightly confused, what was she supposed to do? She can’t just hit him with a cup? Nor can she scream at him in front of all those people. “Don’t overthink your pretty head.” This was the last straw, she actually wanted to hit him with the cup now, so, she did. Well tried to, see Gojo is not a regular handsome high school student, he is a sorcerer and by the way the strongest one there is. So did the cup actually hit him? No. Did he take the cup out of her hand while it was in motion? Yes. Did he just put it down on the counter so no one gets hurt? Yes.
Y/N was really annoyed, who does this guy think he is?! She sighs and figures there is no way he is going away right now. “Okay you know what mister flash, I am NOT giving you my number. You can, like a normal human being, accept that or like a baby, cry about it and sit here all day long. Gojo was full on ready to stay the whole day but duty calls and so do spirits, so with a wink behind his glasses he just walks away and leaves.
But dear reader don’t fear for this story continues.
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From then on it was Gojos personal goal to go into Lula Love and make this woman fall for him. Y/N was honestly so close to quit her job when she saw the white haired guy walk in for the fifth day in a row. But over time she got used to it and they even, unknowingly, created some kind of routine. Satoru would walk in everyday asking: “Number?” while holding up his phone, to which Y/N would only reply with: “Croissant?” while holding up a paper bag with one Croissant inside. Gojo bought the Croissant everyday but she never gave him her number. Until she did, time passed pretty quickly and Satoru would actually grow on Y/N. But he always wanted more, after her phone number he wanted a date, after a date he wanted a second one, a kiss, a couple picture, her to be his girlfriend and so on.
On one Saturday morning he came into the bakery like it was his own house. “Y/N, my love! How about a kiss?” he said sitting down in front of the counter waiting for her to reply. “Sure” she said and when I tell you Satoru was shocked, he almost lost the blue in his eyes. “Wait what?” he asked her but she just laughed at him, implying that she clearly meant it as a joke. Gojo was not happy, he was pouting and sulking now losing his blue for real this time. Y/N just laughed but then looked a little bit guilty, he may be a confident ass who was way too stubborn but she still liked him kind of. She sighs, “let me tell you something. Buy a Croissant from me for the next, I don’t know ten years everyday and I’ll…. Marry you?”
You may be thinking why the hell would Y/N do that? Well first of all she thought there is no way a person could keep interest that long and actually make such an effort, so naturally she would get rid of him and it would cheer him up and she wouldn’t feel bad no more.
She was right because Gojo sat up straight and looked deeply into Y/N eyes. “Are you for real? Like are you serious? Like a hundred percent?”
“A promise is a promise. I am solemnly promising.”
“Deal, no take backs!” He jumps up and down, kisses Y/Ns Hand and runs away happily with his paper bag. Y/N stood there confused looking at her hand. “Hey! That’s 2.30$!”
I would like to jump those ten years with you but there are two things I want to show you before we do.
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After approximately one and a half years nothing really changed, Gojo Satoru still bought his Croissants counting the days and Y/N… well maybe something changed. Could it be possible that she had fallen for the young male who was now almost 19 years old?
Already sitting by the counter, Gojo was actually waiting for the rain to stop. Actually he was appreciating the time with Y/N but don’t let her know! Oops. He had some hot chocolate and some Dangos in front of him looking at Y/N doing her work.
“Satoru, you never actually told me what you work as. Is your job that embarrassing?” she asked teasingly while preparing coffee for another customer. Gojo just laughs slightly and takes a bite of his Dango stick.
“No, not embarrassing. It’s just complicated and I am not sure if I should tell you, it could get you into great danger.” He was chuckling but Y/N wasn’t, she was kind of persistent. Now she HAD to know what he was working as.
“Well I am sure I can keep up?” she said but Gojo only put out some money and finished his Dangos. “It’s better you don’t know. Hey, a beautiful face like yours should not be frowning.” He leaves smiling, leaving Y/N behind worried.
The next day was a very unpleasant day for Satoru, a male worker was at the counter. Where was his girl? What happened to Y/N? Did he say something wrong? Is that guy her boyfriend? Does she have a boyfriend? Did he ever ask if she had a boyfriend? Is she dead? Stuff like that, but there was only one way to find out. Ask.
“Hello sir, what can I get for you?” greeted the male worker Gojo as he sat down with dramatically squinted eyes. “Where is Y/N?” he asked bluntly and soon the male worker had about the same expression as Gojo himself.
“You Gojo?” he asked with a nod.
Gojo nodded back. “Yeah so?”
“Y/N said she doesn’t want to see you anymore. Said something about you working some strange business.”
Gojo thought for a second and then nodded again. “Where is she?”
“At home.”
“Where is ‘at home’?”
“I ain’t telling ya shit.”
Gojo just smiled at the man and looked around, no one was in the building but two very stupidly acting males. What else is new. Then, Gojo hit the workers head on the counter and hovered over him.
“Listen you fuck, I am gonna say this one time and one time only. I have some very important thing with Y/N going so you either tell me where she lives or I will smash your head into this counter.”
What the poor worker obviously didn’t know was that as a sorcerer Gojo was not actually allowed to hurt a normal human being, but threatening one seemed fairly legal right?
The man was not of a very strong nature and actually gave Y/Ns address away faster than bread in the morning. On his way, Gojo noticed that Y/N lived outside the central city in an apartment. He was about to go inside the house when an older lady walked out to bring out her trash bags.
“Grandma, you should not be lifting those heavy things! Here let me help.” He took her trash bags to the cans and threw them inside. He clapped his hands clean and smiles at the woman who was very shocked to see such a handsome young man help her. “Do you have to go upstairs?” He asked her a little louder so she could hear him clearer, she just smiled and shook her head. Gojo bowed and went upstairs to see his girl. “Since when do they make such handsome men?”
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong
“Yes yes I am coming!” Y/N hurried to her door and opened it, she immediately shut the door once she saw who was behind it. Her back was pressed against the door and her breathing was heavy.
“Y/N please let me in I need to talk to you.”
“I am sorry but I don’t want to be friends with you anymore!”
“Friends? You’re my fiancee! Anyways, please let me explain.”
“No, go away! I don’t want to be friends with a Mafia gang member!”
Gojo was slightly confused, a Mafia gang member? He chuckled, no, he actually laughed out loud so much that he had to hold himself steady on Y/Ns apartment door. “You think I am part of the Mafia?” Y/N didn’t reply. “Oh come on! You really think that? You can’t be serious, that is why you disappeared?” Again no answer. “Fine. I’ll leave you then.”
Gojo was walking down the stairs and Y/N relaxed a little behind the door until she heard loud noises from outside and someone actually crying for help. It was Satoru! He was falling down the stairs!
Y/N immediately opened the door and ran down the stairs after him. “Satoru! Are you okay? Oh no please don’t be dead!” She was sitting beside his motionless body and took his head onto her lap. His eyes opened slowly and he reached out for her cheek to caress it, she froze and just let it happen. He smiles at her while rubbing her cheek softly with his thumb, she closed her eyes and just felt his touch on her skin.
“I thought you don’t want to be my friend anymore?” Gojos voice was so low and quiet that she almost didn’t hear him.
“I still don’t” She said smiling leaning down a little to his face and he leaned into her too. Before they closed their gap completely she realized the position he was in.
“Gojo.”
“Yes, love?” He said with his lips already poking out and his eyes closed.
“Did you just pretend to fall?”
He opened his eyes and gasped out dramatically. “Do you really think I? Me? Gojo Satoru would actually do such a thing?!”
You just leaving him on the ground and walking back to your apartment was answer enough. But this whole thing had two positive outcomes, first of all Y/N was now 100% sure that she was in love with the young man and second she now knew Gojos Job.
He hurried after her and tried to explain, she didn’t want to listen but he convinced her, naturally. He explained what a sorcerer is, what spirits do, how he is obviously the strongest of them all, blah blah blah. Y/N was shocked and didn’t really believe anything that Gojo said.
I will now take you to the place where Y/N very much so realized that Gojo was in fact NOT lying.
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We are now half way through, three and a half years later and Satoru still buys his Croissants everyday but the bakery is not where I wanna start this part of the story. Gojo and Y/N now being 22 they both have gone through a lot and although none of them would actually say it but they are each others best friends and they love each other. Gojos love is pretty obvious but Y/N is still holding back, sometimes she feels like she loves him more than anything and sometimes she wants to rip his head off his shoulders, she still doesn’t believe him about his job and what crazy human being buys a Croissant everyday for five year just because she said he should?
Anyways, Y/N was on her way home accompanied by no one else but Gojo. It was winter so it was getting dark pretty early and him being the gentleman he had become over the years, wasn’t going to let her walk home alone.
“You look beautiful in the moonlight, love.”
“Aw thank you Satoru, that is so kind.”
“… don’t you wanna say it back?”
“No.”
“Gojo Satoru!” A male voice echoed through the entire street but only Gojo could hear it. Gojo holds onto Y/N signaling her to stop walking, to her he just looked like he heard a noise and was trying to identify where it came from.
“Eh Gojo?” She asked but he quickly put a finger in front of his lips, quiet. Y/N was confused but she waited patiently for Gojo to move again.
“Tell me sorcerer, why is the cute girl in your arm not freaked out? You guys are so arrogant, thinking all of you can just defeat a spirit but let me tell you. NOT ME!” A big pile of violet slime appeared around the corner, a spirit who looked pretty weak.
“Satoru, let’s go. It’s really cold, nothing’s there.”
The five eyes of the spirit widened and his long mouth turned into a smirk. “Noo way, don’t tell me the great Gojo Satoru is dating a human girl.” The slime laughed and Gojo moved Y/N behind him to protect her. “I am just helping a lady home, if you leave now I’ll give you time to live till tomorrow.”
“Who the hell are you talking to?” Y/N asked as she looked around the streets confused.
“Me sweetheart.” The spirit revealed itself to her and Y/N actually screamed as she saw the slimy blob in front of her. All of a sudden she couldn’t move no more, her breathing fastened and her heart started pounding. Gojo thought it was cute that she was scared but what made HIS heart beat faster was her actually holding onto him tighter now.
“Don’t be scared, I could kill him in my sleep.” Gojo smirked and only looked at Y/N but she couldn’t move her head away from the monster even if she wanted to.
“Oh well, seems like you are stealing my screen time. I don’t want that really so, bye.” Gojo snapped his fingers and in just one second the spirit had cuts all over him and in the end, disappeared.
“Y/N are you okay?” He asked her placing his hands on her shoulders to shake her awake from her shock. Tears started to flow down her cheeks and then all of a sudden she hugged Gojo as tight as possible. “Don’t let me go, please don’t” She said with an empty expression but tears still running down her cheek. He was shocked first but then hugged her back tightly, caressing her hair and brushing through it with his fingers. “Shh, everything’s alright baby. It is gone, it won’t harm you.”
She looked up from his shoulder into his face. “I wasn’t worried about me! I was worried about you! I couldn’t have protected you even if I wanted to, knowing that maybe it could kill you and it would be my fault because I am just a baker!” There she cried some more, this time with emotions and it was breaking Gojos heart. He would have expected everything from her but that, her crying over HIM, her being worried about HIM.
Satoru Gojo is a very respectful man, a gentleman, so he wanted her to say yes to him first, give him permission. Tell him that she needed him, that she wanted him, that she only lived for him but he couldn’t control himself. He was just a young man being deeply in love with the woman crying on his shoulder. Satoru cupped her head with both hands and studied her face, she was so beautiful that the sun and the moon were actually jealous of her. She was smart, she was feisty and madly in love with the man in front of her. And just like that, he kissed her.
He was scared that she would block him, push him away, call him names, leaving him here and never wanting to see him again. Quite the opposite happened, she put her hands over his and kissed him back. Their lips moved in perfect sync together, he put his hands slowly and almost asking, on her waist while she put her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
In the middle of the street, in the night, with only a streetlamp and the moon watching was them kissing each other passionately. The kiss got heated over time, both of them had waited for years for this to happen so they let all their emotions out now. “Y/N I love you, I always have. Please please please be mine.” Gojo begged her while giving her sloppy kisses on her neck and lips, moving his hands up and down her back. “I am yours Satoru, I’ve always been yours.” She said kissing him deeply again while tugging on the back of his hair softly.
Before this goes any further I’d say we move on, hm?
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5 years later
10 years had passed now since Y/N and Satoru first met in the bakery she worked at back then. Don’t worry she still works there, but she also worked there back then right? Gojo still buys his Croissants, but because of a tragic event, Gojo actually couldn’t go alone.
“I can’t believe I have to take you three useless children with me!” Gojo whined with his hands on his head.
“Sensei! You said you wanted to see your girlfriend so we are going with you! I wanna know what she is like and especially what she looks like!” The pink haired guy named Yuji Itadori said in an exciting voice following his teacher.
“Exactly! I also wanna know who would be so sad in their life to actually date a guy like Sensei Gojo.” Nobara Kugisaki, another student of Gojo, whispers to Yuji. “Ey Megumi, you’ve seen her right?” Megumi Fushiguro, the boy Satoru took in when he was just a child, just nodded. “Is she hot?” Yuji asked Megumi. “Answer that and your head will be gone, as for you Itadori.” Gojo actually kicked Yuji into his knee and he screamed in pure pain.
“OW OW OW! YOU’RE A TEACHER YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!!” “Wanna test me?” Gojo asked with a creepy smile and Yuji just shook his head. “Great, come on children.”
Shortly after they arrived at the bakery. Gojo immediately ran up to Y/N. “Y/N! I missed you so much!!! You won’t believe it, they actually made me bring the children!!” Y/Ns tray almost fell out of her hands as the loud voice surprised her. “C-children what children?”
“Us.” Megumi said with a little smile, he always liked Y/N, she was kind and she spent a lot of time with him growing into the young man he now was.
“Oh my, Megumi! I’ve missed you so much! Since you live at the academy now I hardly see you anymore! And you guys must be Nobara and Yuji, so nice to meet you. Gojo acts like he doesn’t care but he would die without Megumi.” Y/N whispered the last part and they laughed already loving her.
“The only way I am dying is if I don’t get my morning kiss!” Yelled Gojo like a little child. “You already had it this morning, we live together. You are such a silly little man.” She said, still pecking his lips and smiling while moving behind the counter.
“Here is your bag and I am sure Gojo would be delighted to buy you all something to eat?”
“No.”
She hit his head with a newspaper.
“FINE. Take something.”
They all said goodbye to Y/N. Gojo was actually acting like the end of the world was outside of the bakery, he held onto her leg and turned chibi style, wow scary. Anyways, they all went on a mission and having Gojo and three extremely strong first graders with you it was quite easy and a quick job done. On their way to the next mission, the kids demanded a lunch break. Threatening Gojo with the head of the academy or the police or something, he actually didn’t listen. He let them have their lunch break and while they ate he also took out his Croissant.
“Let me get this straight, you’ve been eating a Croissant for like 10 years everyday? Isn’t that like, boring?” Nobara asked while eating her egg salad. Gojo had heart eyes looking at the Croissant. “Of course not, they are made by Y/N and she puts different fillings in all the time! At the beginning it was just plain Croissant but as she fell in love with me more she put chocolate, marmalade and even ham and cheese inside! Based on that I knew that she liked me more and more everyday, my little sunflower. I wonder what you put in there today.”
His students looked at him like he was mentally ill but he didn’t care. He bit into his Croissant and started chewing not actually getting a different taste than a regular Croissant until he tasted something weird. “Love, why does this taste like paper?” He said to Y/N because in his heart she was always there, just kidding, he is nuts. He put the bite into his hand and actually saw a piece of paper inside, he took it and looked at it. It was a blank piece of paper or so it appeared but when he flipped it, there was something written on the back. It was a little hard to read because well, he had been chewing it but he could make out three letters. Y E S. YES. Yes. Yes?
“Losers, what does YES mean? Is that like slang?”
All of them still looking disgusted because of the whole puking out your food and looking at paper inside thing, tried to think. “You mean the word, yes?” Megumi asked.
“No mister I know everything! Y. E. S., that must be a short form for something. Yes doesn’t make se-” he cut himself off widening his eyes as he realized. He was gone faster than any of them could have said spirit.
Back at the bakery, Gojo run in panting and holing up his piece of paper. Y/N saw him and started to smile widely.
“You got my message I see.”
“You bet I did. Is this, is this what I think it is?”
Y/N just shrug her shoulders and smiled. He walked over to her and held the paper almost into her face.
“Is this your marriage acceptance?”
“Happy 10th year anniversary love.”
Gojo laughed and started crying because of how happy he was, he lifted his soon to be wife and swirled her around. They kissed each other deeply and they lived happily ever after.
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spotty-bee · 2 months
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Hazbin Hotel Headcannon
I've been thinking a lot about Adam, Lute, Vaggie and the exorcists. How they all work and everything that we've learned over the course of the show about them. After looking over the pictures of them without their masks and all the back dealings with heaven I was kinda starting to think...
What if their all related?
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Adam and Vaggie have the same skin colour. Lute has Adam's nose. They all have golden pupils (Though Vaggie's sclera is red, many have head cannoned that being from living in hell.) Vaggie and Lute both have white hair. Theres a lot of similarities between these characters physically and while that can be due to the art style, I do start to wonder.
However WHY would Lute , Vaggie and possibly all the exorcists be Adam's daughters? Well it starts to make sense when you remember that Sera wanted to keep the Exterminations under wraps. If you have Heaven Born or Saint (Dead humans who got into Heaven) warriors doing the exterminations, word would eventually get out. These people have lives outside of their work and all it would take is talking to a spouse or one of them feeling guilty before news spreads. IF you have warriors who's entire life was Exterminations, then they would A- be less likely to tell anyone and B- Be less likely to feel guilty if they weren't taught anything else.
As for where all these woman came from, my guess would be cloning. We know for a FACT that Heaven has Science.
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A good way to get warriors that won't have outside influence/ loose lips is if they don't have any parents that will be wondering whats going on. Cloning would also ensure that warriors will walk off the assembly line fully grown and ready to train. Adam likely used his DNA and then mixed it with donated DNA from other Heavenly Residents . All he then had to do was train his army.
OF course this opens up some rather dark things to consider. There are at least 100 Exterminators. All of them are female. The likelihood of that happening by happenstance is extremely low. Adam had to have chosen to only have woman in his army, and when you factor in Adam's misogynist, narcissistic attitude, that dose not paint a pretty picture. We also need to consider that Adam was left to train/educate these woman with almost no outside interference. Sera made it clear she wanted as little to do with the Extermination business as possible and she maybe one of the few who knew about the army's creation. IN FACT I know she had nothing to do with the army because, apparently, Adam got to name these girls and nobody, and I mean NOBODY, stopped him from naming Vaggie after female anatomy. (I wouldn't be surprised if Vaggie is a nickname and she's actually just named Vagina.)
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They seem to have lived a life of constant training and battle. Its also heavily implied that Vaggie (and Lute to a lesser extent) were taught to view themselves as disposable. Worthless if they didn't have someone to serve. We see it when Vaggie tries to lead the trust exercises, when she beats herself up for not making a proper commercial for the hotel, in fact she seems to have little personal life unless its training or Charlie is involved. Lute herself rips off her own arm just to try and help Adam. If Adam did raise/train them, then these are some pretty bad signs.
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These are just some things I was thinking about looking over the show. I am also not making this to bash anyone who ships Adam and Lute. This is all speculation and personal interpretation. I've just never felt anything romantic between Lute and Adam, but they were clearly close. I took that last, tearful goodbye in the finally as a distant, estranged Father- Daughter relationship.
Anyway, what do you think? Its highly unlikely this is true, but could make for a fun, dark fan fiction or Au!
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bonefall · 4 months
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post/734733274896809984/do-you-ever-worry-your-own-writing-might-come-off that makes sense. i was asking because i'm afraid of accidentally writing misogyny myself and i kind of admire what you do
Hmm... I wish I had better advice to give you on this front, but honestly, the only thing I can tell you is to consider the perspective of your female characters.
Women are people. They have thoughts and feelings of their own, so like... just let them have their own arcs. A lot of the worst misogyny in WC comes from the way that the writers just don't care about their girls (or, in the case of tall shadow, actually get undermined and forced to rewrite entire chapters), so they're not curious about their lives, or WHY they feel the way they do or what they want, or any direction for their character arcs.
Turtle Tail as an example. She'll often just end up feeling whatever Gray Wing's plot demands. She's gotta leave when Storm dumps him to make him feel lonely. She shows up again to love him in the next book. Lets her best friend Bumble get dragged back to Tom the Wifebeater, but is sad enough about her death to be "unreasonably angry" with Clear Sky, and then calms down and accept Gray Wing is right all along.
And then she dies, so he can have his very own fridge wife.
In this way, Turtle Tail's just being used to tell Gray Wing's story. They're not interested in why she would turn on Bumble, or god forbid any lingering negative feelings for how she didn't help her, or even resentment towards Clear Sky for killing her or Gray Wing for jumping to his defense. She isn't really going through her own character arc.
She does have personality traits of her own, don't misunderstand my criticism, but as a character she revolves around Gray Wing.
So, zoom out every now and then, and just ask yourself; "Whose story is being told by what I wrote? Do my female characters have goals, wants, and agency, or are they just supporting men? How do their choices impact the narrative?"
But that's already kinda assuming that you already have characters like Turtle Tail who DO have personalities and potential of their own. Here's some super simple and practical advice that helped me;
Tally the genders in your cast. How many are boys, how many are girls, how many are others?
And take stock of how many of those characters are just in the supporting cast, and compare that to the amount you have in the main cast.
If you have a significant imbalance, ESPECIALLY in the main cast, fire the Woman Beam.
It's a really simple trick to just write a male character, and then change its gender while keeping it the same. I promise women are really not fundamentally different from men lmao. You can consider how your in-universe gender roles affect them later, if you'd like, but when you're just starting to wean yourself off a "boy bias" this trick works like a charm.
Also you're not allowed to change the body type of any girl you Woman Beam because I said so. PLEASE allow your girls to have muscles, or be fat, or be old, or have lots of scars. Do NOT do what a cowardly Triple A studio does, where the women all have the same cute or sexy face and curvy body while they're standing next to dwarves, robots, and a gorilla.
Or this shit,
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If you do this I will GET you. If you're ever possessed by the dark urge, you will see my face appear in the clouds like Mufasa himself to guide you away from the path of evil.
Anyway, you get better at just making characters girls to begin with as time goes on and you practice it. It's really not as big of a deal as your brain might think it is.
Take a legitimate interest in female characters and try not to disproportionately hit them with parental/romance plots as opposed to the male cast, and you'll be fine. Don't think of them as "SPECIAL WOMEN CHARACTERS" just make a character and then let her be a girl, occasionally checking your tally and doing some critical thinking about their use in the story.
(Also remember I'm not a professional or anything, I'm just trying to give advice)
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maximovaromanova · 10 months
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Good old fashioned lover girl - N.R [Reclaimed Post]
Reclaimed thanks to @maximotts (who's probably very bemused as to what this whole thing is about 😂)
This is pure fluff! It's back from when I was a newbie but was determined to try writing different dynamics. I'm not very keen on changing anything so I left it all as is!
SO I present to you: Good Old Fashioned Lover Girl (Vega's version)
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"You really can hold your liquor, Romanoff. Rare to see many doing that."
"But you, I've-only-had-about-twenty-shots-I'm-still-sober?"
"Look, last night was quite a blur for me."
"AFTER the twenty-first shot!", she laughed, a soulful, lovable laugh.
"You're one to talk! Three shots in, you were practically using your tongue to inspect the inside of my mouth!", you retorted.
"I did no such thing!"
"Not-so-silent spectator, Carol Danvers would beg to differ.", Carol said, smugly.
"Shut up."
"How did you two start dating anyway?"
"We're not dating.", you said, and Natasha nodded.
'We did go on one date, though, as you know very well.", said Natasha, looking between you and Carol.
"Ah, yes, the mysterious one. You didn't tell me about it, for some... bizarre reason.", Carol said, throwing one leg over the other. "Neither of you, not even you, Y/N, after we became friends."
Natasha shrugged. "It's not that big a deal."
The glass clinked, and Carol nodded as she looked about the restaurant at all the interesting characters, but she just as quickly turned back to you both. "Well, then, tell me about it."
"It was a normal date! We went out to a disco, we kissed under the disco ball-"
"Though I'd have preferred the moonlight-"
"Y/N, no one asked." You chuckled, rolling your eyes, before gesturing for her to continue. "But we soon realized that we didn't- click. Weren't compatible."
Carol looked between the two of you. She leaned over, grabbing the entire bottle of champagne. "How much to make you talk?", she asked, holding the bottle up.
"It's non-negotiable.", you said together.
"Oh, no it's not. Tell me the best parts, at least?"
"Well, okay. It's about six-ish, right?", you began.
Carol nodded. "Right."
"And the doorbell rings. And I'm over here, freaking out because I'm going on a date with this... essentially, gorgeous woman, right? And she seemed to get anxious when I was going through my existential crisis, because she rings it again, and that's when I shook myself and I got the door, taking a deep breath. And there she is, Natasha Romanoff, in a beautiful silk dress, with flowers in her hand, like a perfect, well-mannered lady. And the flowers... oh, they're beautiful but nothing compared to her. And that's all I could keep thinking."
"Well, what I was thinking then was: Y/N hates the flowers."
"Oh, of course I didn't!"
"It looked like you did! You looked past them immediately."
"I looked past them, because past them was you." Carol smiled at that. "And then?"
"Right. So we went to a disco, flashing lights illuminating our eyes and smiles, and we're just about lip to lip. And she whispers, "Can I kiss you?""
"Wow, that's quick."
"What can I say? It was going very smooth, so I decided to take a chance.", said Natasha, shrugging.
"Yeah, so she takes the chance, and I said yes. And she kissed me right there, quick lightning bolt type sparks rhythmically splaying out on our faces like stars from the disco light, as we smiled against each others lips."
"And then I dropped her home."
"Such a good old fashioned lover girl, the way she treated me with love and care, but not like I was fragile and would break or anything. It was perfect."
"It sounds like you very much clicked. What went wrong?"
"My darling lover girl here, found someone else. Someone better."
You scoffed. Carol tilted her head. "Who could you have possibly found that was better?"
"I lied.", Natasha shrugged. Your eyes turned quickly to her. "What?"
"I just didn't think I deserved you, alright? So I said I found someone else.", her eyes were pleading, hoping eagerly for some kind of response that would relax her mind.
"You lied.", you repeated.
Carol looked between the two of you.
"Well, I actually did find someone else, and I'm very happy with her."
"But is she better?", asked Carol.
"What?"
"Is she better than Natasha?"
Natasha stood up, slamming her hands on the table. "I don't need to hear this, nor do I want to. I'm leaving."
"Just a second, Care, I'll be back.", you said, moments after watching her walk away. You followed her, not sure what to say. She stopped suddenly. "What do you want?"
You finally knew what to do. You took a gentle step towards her, turning her around before smashing your lips onto hers.
She blinked slowly, confused, looking into your eyes. You smiled. "Guess both of our pants are on fire."
"You haven't been able to get over me, have you?"
"No.", you laughed, genuinely. "I don't think I ever will."
"I just want to- There's so many-"
She held your hand, kissing it. "You know."
"I do."
"So what now?"
"I think Carol's just itching to know what happened."
"Or she's seen some beautiful woman and is drooling."
"Possible."
"Could we give this another try?"
"Yes. And let's make sure this lasts because there are billions of people in this world. But the only one I can see is you.", said Natasha, smiling.
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One of Scotland's' most iconic films, Local Hero was released on February 18th 1983.
In the days before mobile phones we used to use things called phone boxes when we were not at home, and the phone box in Local Hero has become as iconic as the film itself.
There aren’t many films that have a 100% Tomatometer , on the movie website Rotten Tomatoes, backed up by an impressive 87% audience score, it should be all you need to know when choosing a movie to watch, expecially if you haven’t seen it before. IMDb also rate it highly with 7.4 out of 10.
Bill Forsyth’s oil-refinery comedy isn’t billed as a weepy. It is, however, a love poem to Scotland, and that’s what brings the lump to my throat.
Quirky, wry, gentle are words most often used for this comedy on the movie database site, IMDb, the starting point for many of my posts about those Scots in the acting profession in my posts. They brief story line on the site does not hint at the emotional turbulence you might soon be experiencing. So maybe it’s just me being a big sissy. Wouldn’t be the first time I lost the plot. All it says is "An American oil company sends a man to Scotland to buy up an entire village where they want to build a refinery. But things don't go as expected." The film is so much more than this and it stands the test of time much better than other Forsyth films like Comfort & Joy and Gregory's Girl, well in my opinion anyway!
Crackpot Texan oil magnate Felix Happer (Burt Lancaster) gets the idea that a small Scottish fishing village would be a marvellous acquisition for his so-rich-it-makes-you-sick company, Knox Oil and Gas, so he sends an executive gopher named MacIntyre (because that sounds Scottish, yeah – played by Peter Riegert) to close the deal and get the pipeline pencilled in.
“Mac” is met by some local “dork” called Oldsen (a young Peter Capaldi), who attempts to steer him through a tartan microculture that includes a lawyer-cum-publican/hotelier (Denis Lawson) who tapdances while standing on a chair shouting “Stella” – the name of his ever-randy wife; there is a super-hard marine biologist played by Jenny Seagrove who, after delivering a short lecture on the North Atlantic drift, ends up helping Oldsen to find that pistol in his pocket; and then there is a scene in which a very whisky-sodden Mac calls Texas from a red phone box on the harbourside, a phone box that has featured in so many peoples snaps when visiting Pennan in Banffshire.
Other bits of business in the film involve a salty Russian seafarer and overflying warplanes. You can see how it got the comedy tag, and I haven’t even mentioned the thing with the rabbit. And you can see how Mac ends up smitten.
This is all top material from a very talented writer/director, with photography and music from Glasgow born Mark Knopfler matches the acting and direction perfectly. But on first viewing I found myself asking halfway through, “What is this film actually about?” After not very much thought, I came to the conclusion that it was not a How Things Never Go According to Plan story, but a love poem to Scotland and the Scots. A bit slushy, but never mind. It’s only a film.
The scene when Mac phones to describe the Northern Lights, to me is very special, but the scene that prompted the lump in my throat at the end of the movie is when, having failed in his mission to secure the Knox refinery deal and mutilate one of Planet Earth’s most beautiful locations, Mac returns to his frigid steel-and-glass Houston apartment. He stands at his kitchen counter wondering what to do next, the hushed march of oil capitalism buzzing gently outside. He pulls from his coat pocket a handful of pebbles and shells, smelling one of them poignantly remembering as he spreads them on the work surface.
As Knopflers music gently plays he goes to his balcony and looks out to the city......the scene fades to black, then reopens 4,500 miles away, where, on the harbour side of a small Scottish fishing village, we see the phone box, perhaps ringing and the credits begin as the horns of Going Home blast out.
Others in the film include Rikki Fulton, Alex Norton, Kenny Ireland, John Gordon Sinclair and of course Burt Lancaster.
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can we have some content of the twins relationship with each other?
sure!! maybe i can do a profile on all of the styles children
Young dad!Harry x Young mom!Reader
Julian and Maeve for sure give off that unhinged, middle child energy.
Y/n loved dressing them up in matching clothes when they were babies like this, this, or this. But as they get older, she lets them develop their own style, as is the Styles family way. And for no other reason than to make their parents heads spin, Maeve and Jules switch clothes from time to time—shoes, jackets, shirts, etc.
Maeve is the first one to call Julian JuJu.
Simone loves playing dress up with the twins and painting their nails. And when she's old enough to drive, she picks them and Collette up from school to get ice cream right after she gets her license.
The first time they join Harry on tour, they wreak havoc. They run around during rehearsals, sometimes in just a shirt and a pull-up, or whatever Y/n was able to finagle them into before giving up and tossing clothes at Harry when she sees them and says, "Good luck," before walking off with the rest of her kids.
Harry holds Maeve and Julian on either side when they go to the beach. The water is a little choppy and cold and they're afraid to go in, but Harry holds them and jumps with each wave and lets them down when they feel better. Then he helps them dig for crabs and shells and build sand castles.
And then they bury him in sand.
When Harry comes home from the separation, the twins are little (about two) and he takes it upon himself to be Superdad™️. One of the things he does is sing to the twins every night before bed (he reads to Simone and Collette). And it's usually the same song, so when they're old enough they sing along with him.
For their seventh birthday, the twins desperately want a trip to Disneyland with the whole family. Harry and Y/n of course are unsure because that's just asking for trouble. They have to sit down with the twins and tell them that Daddy can't go because too many people would crowd them and it wouldn't be safe. Jules and Maeve are obviously upset, but Harry promises that they can have whatever they want at Disneyland and even though he can't go, he takes the day off so he can call and FaceTime the entire day. It's not perfect, but it's the best they can do, and the twins grow to appreciate how Harry did so much for them with their unique situation.
Maeve definitely gets sent home from school one time for punching a kid that was teasing Julian.
The twins are also unironically fans of One Direction, and they beg Harry and their uncles for a reunion. They are spearheading the movement for the reunion tour.
Speaking of 1D, Y/n sends an invite to the twins' baby shower. She's already done the "just girls" party and thinks it's a load of crap because it should be a party for both parents and all that. 2/4 come (I'll let you pick who went).
After the documentary comes out, the world obviously knows that Harry has a family, which means a lot of press. One time they're all out as a family, and they use their usual tactics to hide their whereabouts, but everyone is on high alert to see Harry Styles out with his wife and kids. And there's a big crowd when they leave a restaurant and the twins are terrified and since Y/n is dealing with shielding Natalia and Geneva, so Harry tells Simone and Collette to hold hands while he picks up Julian and hugs Maeve close to his side.
It's safe to say after that incident Harry hires security for whenever they go out as a family, or just for when Y/n and the kids go anywhere. They have a family bodyguard, who the twins love to make laugh. Or try to, anyway. He's very big and very stone-faced, but Maeve and Julian make him play with their stuffed animals and wear princess crowns and hold their hands when he walks with them.
The twins have separate rooms at home, but sometimes (especially when they're little) they have sleepovers in each other's rooms).
Julian is the first person Maeve tells anything, and he's the same. She tells him when she has her first crush, who she got for Styles Family Secret Santa, when she fails a test and she's scared to tell their parents, when she kisses a boy for the first time, when she kisses a girl for the first time. Everything, they tell each other everything.
All they ever need is each other, and sometimes Y/n and Harry worry that their other kids feel left out, and sometimes they do, but all the Styles kids have different relationships with each other, like all siblings do.
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One of my favourite ideas with regards to Ryoji is this sort of... thing where he can just exist outside of time somehow, because of how short a time he's allowed to exist in reality.
(massive spoilers for P3 onward past this point, obviously, if you haven't already gone through the game.)
[EDIT: I've cleaned it up a bit and edited and put it on AO3. So, if you want like... an entire extra scene plus some, go here.]
Which is great in theory, but a bit more complicated if you wanna put it into practice, other than going "well, he's here because... oh, a wizard did it." There are possibilities and plausibles, but they're frankly limited if you have (like me) a logical mind and a need for something to suspend your disbelief.
Except then I had a thought - Ryoji is also known as Death, or Thanatos. He takes on that role at the climax, even. So, I started thinking along those lines, and wound up with-
Ryoji the psychopomp. Ryoji, the grim reaper.
Not "the Reaper" as in the one that roams dungeons (he exists during P3 and is implied by design to be connected somehow to Tatsuya Sudou, anyway).
More like, that it's a case of "Life gave her creations to Death, no matter what they both knew would happen the moment he touched them."
Minato (or Kotone) dies on the school rooftop, and there he is, able to talk to them, and they're able to tell him that everything worked out, that everything will work out. Their spirit lingers at the Door, and they talk like it's passing notes in class.
A young girl finds herself on the receiving end of unwanted advances, and then she's somewhere strange, confronted with uncomfortable and unwanted truths, and then- then, there's a boy in a yellow scarf wanting to know all of the things that she loved about her life. At first it's strange, and more than a bit hard to think of things for this weird guy who she's never met before, but the more she talks the more she realises that she really did have things she treasured.
He thanks her for telling him, and as she makes her peace with the fact that this is it, he tells her that he'll keep them in his heart now, too.
Wakaba Isshikki knows about the cognitive realm - a little too much, perhaps, but not enough to stop. Enough, perhaps, to see the shadow of a boy following her for a day or two. Enough to feel as though she's already living on borrowed time, when she feels that surely she knows what's happening, and she simply... doesn't care.
She's a little wispy, still, when he leads what's left of her toward the Sea of Souls where she now belongs. He's concerned, and rightly so, about what that means. Wakaba's more worried about the kids.
(A few people don't get Ryoji. Those unhappy few get the floating mask of Death and a series of coffins to tell them that their time has come. For some it's because even in death they have no humility, and for others still it's simply easier, that way. Easier to not be Ryoji wile dealing with it, even if it would have been easier still to simply walk away and let them find their own way to the Sea.
But Kunikazu Okumura had sent so many his way, that it was only right that Death came to meet him personally.
"I didn't even get to finish my speech," the man said, blubbering after the towering figure that Death made.
You had a daughter, Death reminded him, and he was silent the rest of the way.)
Goro Akechi comes to, and the first thing he sees is a bright yellow scarf.
The first thing he does is swear, because boys with slicked-back hair wearing yellow scarves aren't supposed to exist when you're dead. The second thing he does is look around, and realise that you aren't really supposed to exist in a sea of stars and sit on nothing when you're alive, either.
"Please tell me this isn't the afterlife," he says, mostly because although he figured it could be worse - he could have found himself in hell, or surrounded by all of the people he'd killed over the years, all of the ones who had every reason to make his afterlife hell if it wasn't already - it could definitely be better.
"It is and it isn't," comes the cryptic answer. "Usually it is, more or less. Each of those lights represents a soul, after all." And there were so many of them. "But you're a special case! You're both dead and not dead right now, which, usually that doesn't happen? People can almost die but not actually die, but they aren't usually both at the same time, I mean."
"Maruki," Akechi practically spits out. "In that case, I'm surprised you're not inundated right now."
Blue eyes - far too blue to be human, they almost remind him of Morgana, and he was neither human nor a cat, apparently - duck down, glancing away.
"I felt what happened. Everyone caught up in a lie, completely oblivious... if the one controlling that power had wanted to bring ruin, then..." But he shakes his head, bringing himself out of his own thoughts. "It's a good thing that didn't happen, really! And- you're wrong, by the way."
"What?"
"Like I said, you're a special case. I've been able to talk to a lot of people, but I've never been able to ask anyone to send a message back before!"
"Back?" For a moment, Akechi is reduced to parroting back words. Surely they mean something, but the obvious meaning is impossible, and he can't think of anything else. "Who would someone like you even want to send a message to, anyway?"
"Would you believe me if I said they were old enemies, who were also old friends? But, I guess you've had a few of those yourself, right?"
"What would you even know about me?"
Akechi got a lopsided, bittersweet smile in return.
"I've been following you for a lot longer than I think we'd both have liked," come the words that send a shiver down his spine as instincts and senses that were rusty from disuse told him what that meant even as his more conscious mind shied away from the idea of it. "But I hope that after this, we won't be able to talk again for a long, long time."
Something tells Akechi that he's both in no danger whatsoever, and also that he really shouldn't refuse. He expects to be on a strict deadline (ha, dead) but time moves differently here, and apparently they have exactly as much time as they need. No more, and not a second less.
When he opens his eyes again, he can remember everything-
Someone really wanted you to live, Ryoji had said, with a teasing smile, and bright eyes.
It makes him feel small. It makes him feel indebted - to Akira, to Ryoji, in ways that he can't even begin to examine or think of how to repay. It makes him want to give it all back, so that he doesn't have to deal with it, but that would be purely theoretical and besides, he has promises to keep.
First, a debt to Akira, something that to Akechi feels like barely a drop in the ocean and that hopefully Akira and his friends will feel the correct amount of gratitude for.
Secondly-
"Hello- yes, this is Goro Akechi speaking. Is this Mitsuru Kirijo-san? I have a message to pass on to you. Are the names Ryoji Mochizuki and Minato Arisato familiar to you, at all?"
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kiirotoao · 21 days
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HEYY YOUR SO PRETTY BTW AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG
the ask :
so, i wanted to get ur opinion on s3 mike. such as, what he was going through and his internalized homophobia. things like that!
maybe some things w/ him and his relationship w/ el too!
THANKS FOR ANSWERING IF U DO ANSWER :D
I’m gonna pretend that I’m fine after weeks of getting flustered just staring at this in my inbox! Thank you, anon!!! 🥺🥺 You’re making me blush! But, uh, anyways! Let’s talk about Mike Wheeler! 💙
I think that Mike in season 3 is the most interesting version of himself in the entire show because of how hidden his story becomes. In all other seasons, Mike cries openly with other people and expresses his sadness and fears over Will and El.
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In season 3, though? Besides the finale, the tearful goodbyes narrated by Hopper, we never see Mike truly cry and explicitly talk through why. Sure, it can be pretty readily implied that it’s because of the Byers leaving, but we don’t hear that aloud. We don’t see exactly who’s on Mike’s mind as those cars pull away. We're left with silent and unsure stares, looks of seeming regret or something else unknown.
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Season 3 is truly a huge turning point for Mike, he’s losing his girlfriend and arguably his closest friend in the Party, and it's so easily overlooked because it all happens at the very end of the final episode. Whereas El goes through hell and fights to connect to Billy and save her friends, where Max also feels the weight of his loss, where Will gets his heartbreaking scene at Castle Byers - all the Party members who are very linked to Mike get their emotional moments that season, and we know exactly why they cry.
But Mike dances around his emotions all season long. In consulting Lucas to deal with breaking up and making up with El, in trying to tell El that he loves her without ever saying it, in fighting with Will because "it's not [his] fault [Will doesn't] like girls."
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Oh, Mike. I really don't think that Mike was out to hurt Will when he said that. Rather, it's a culmination of heteronormativity and the poor relationship that he has with El and trying to compensate for it. I interpret the outburst as him saying, 'it's not my fault that I'm in a relationship and you're not, so you wouldn't get it.' And by extension, Will being in a relationship would require, normatively, being with a girl.
But at the same time, for a jab that deep - I can't help but question more.
Mike could have said, "it's not my fault you don't like anyone!" or "don't bring her into this!" or even as simple as, "you wouldn't understand!" But no. Mike takes the direct train to sexuality station and brings up the fact that El is a girl. So it seems to me that Mike is very likely harboring something in his heart about why El being a girl is important for him to argue.
But we never know for sure. This moment is never addressed again due to the Mind Flayer’s sudden return. And so it’s up to us as the audience to decide what we think of Mike’s statement. And personally, as I’m sure many of you believe, too, I think that Mike is projecting and trying to hide the fact that he doesn’t like girls onto Will, pushing away his problems to someone he trusts who’s more similar to himself than he realizes.
Tied to his inability to say to El’s face that he loves her, to the fact that they've - reportedly from Hopper - kissed all Summer long with no mention of meaningful conversation, to the very surface-level relational mending his makes by calling El’s outfit “cool” and giving her candy, to the very end of the season where Mike once again denies saying that he loved El just before an open-eyed kiss and a face like this:
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Mike doesn’t need to say anything about that kiss for me to know that that’s not the reaction of someone who’s perfectly happy to be back together with his ex-girlfriend. So do I wish that we had a moment of vulnerability for Mike where he expressed his heart in season 3? Yes, but his nonverbals spoke volumes.
So, yeah, I think that in season 3, Mike is very much gay, but he he acts cautiously and self-preservingly because trauma is drowning everything out.
And what is this trauma? I know that I’m working backwards, but I need to bring up that Mike was separated from El for so long in the time of season 2, and I think that that makes him so attached to her in season 3. Think about what else he says in that scene when he admits his love: “I love her and I can’t lose her again.”
As sweet as it is to be reunited to El by the end of season 2, it’s not a clean reunion for Mike. He’s in shambles when he learns that Hopper was lying to him and not letting El even tell Mike that she’s okay.
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Not to mention that this isn’t his first but second time almost losing her to the monster that season.
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Because of this unstable connection, I think that Mike has built a protective relationship with El, one that focuses on keeping her rather than knowing her, and we see how that all unfolds with his superficial “superhero” complex he has of her in season 4. Season 3 was just the beginning.
And so I think that Mike in season 3 stands as a version of himself that’s confused protectiveness with love. Even though he arguably behaves with that same mindset all the time, it’s at its highest during season 3 because of his never-ending insistence to help El even if she’s capable to do things by herself. Mike isn’t just clingy, he’s worried. Worried for her life. There’s no time to worry about where the problems in their relationship arise, there’s only time to fix them and go back to how they were at equilibrium - when things were normal.
Thus, Mike behaves rather stubbornly. He’s insistent and defensive, not letting a single thing slip through the cracks and risk any more hurt. In doing so, his personality is left far under the surface and unexplored. He only acts to stir up emotions rather than reflect on them, because any pausing to think will only confuse him more. He’s looking ahead, looking at the light, holding onto everything good he has with all the propriety of a 13/14-year-old who has a heart bigger than his head.
Simply put, Mike is a bit of an anti-hero this season. And I think that it's because of this that he starts to get most controversial for the audience.
I’m clearly a Mike apologist, but I genuinely don’t think that he’s out to hurt anyone when he argues with others this season. He’s just stubborn and loud about it, which can definitely be to his fault at times. But in the end, when it comes down to who he loves, I think that season 3 is the era of change, and that ending scene with Hopper’s letter paints the perfect setup for the next seasons to reveal that Mike has a lot more going on under the surface that’s causing all of this. Maybe some regrets, things he wishes he could “turn back the clock” on, regarding, say, Will and El and how he treats them platonically and romantically? Just a thought.
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The question of the day for Mike in season 3 stands: is he being selfish or selfless? And I think that it’s a mix of both, blended in with some heavy confusion due to role changing (not needing to protect El) and uncertain affections (not knowing how to figure out what he has with Will).
So, yeah. All in all, I think that Mike is really closeted in season 3 and doesn’t realize it until the final episode, and I honestly love him for it. As someone who’s gone through similar hurdles of internalized homophobia as a teen, it’s really heartwarming to see him grow and figure things out, even if the journey is far from perfect. It’s a humble origin story. And if he somehow ends up being straight and Byler isn’t endgame, well. I’ll be upset at the writers, but the impact still stands.
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Viserys listens to his darling daughter, he has no need for Otto…
Viserys, without a doubt, would heed Jaehaera’s word over all. And it’s not simply because she’s his “little girl” or “treasured child”— no. It’s because Jaehaera only give advice that she deems necessary, to her father anyway.
She is his eyes and ears within king’s landing. Jaehaera only wished to live freely, to be loved, and to be safe. Viserys gave all of those things to her, so in return she feels responsible in keeping their family, and whatever they’ve built, safe.
At first it would start with small things… such as what he should do to appease the common people. For who would know the people best than someone who lived amongst them?
Then it would come in handy when dealing with otherwise timely affairs, such as whom would be best to align, trade, join with. Thus, because Jaehaera found solace in the shadows and darkness of night, and had impeccable hearing— she told her father anything she thought worth his while.
This would later become a key component to their relationship, for as she sat at his feet— whittling away at a ship supposedly from Driftmark’s battalion— Jaehaera would speak to her father in honesty that was rare to find within these stone walls. He trusted her like no other… which would lead to sustainable jealousy and destain.
Mostly by one man… Otto Hightower, the “right hand” of the king.
As time went on, Otto noticed that his King would know things before he did. Viserys was no longer surprised or informed by any information he presented him with. It was as if he knew it all already.
That’s when Otto truly started to notice Jaehaera.
Before, he thought her to be a weak child, pitied her circumstances yes— but gave her no real thought. Sure, as she progressed in her studies and swordsmanship, he began giving her the benefit of the doubt. But he merely thought her living up to her title. He never in his wild dreams thought she would ever become this.
Someone who is his mind, challenged his authority.
But there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
No matter how hard he tried to question her rash, unbecoming, and scandalous behavior. Viserys would have none of it.
He continuously defended her, even in the occasion of being seen in a brothel with Rhaenyra and Daemon. She was excused entirely.
She was not his heir, and she had proven her worth more abundantly than any other really needed. He had already claimed her as his daughter, and he reiterated it a many of times.
She was now untouchable.
And that made her as dangerous as the dragons.
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Warning : Fluff / medical terms 
Summary : You had never believed in love at first sight anyways. Neither had Pedri. That’s probably why both of you had needed another chance to meet. 
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“I can’t do it Martha !” you gasped, a stressful wave taking over you. You clutched the jersey you were holding, close to hyperventilating as you were frantically looking around you. Oh, how much you hoped he wouldn’t show up.
“Yes, you can, obviously you can. You just have to use that pretty mouth of yours and to stretch your arm…” she rolled her eyes before pushing you a little bit forward. You stumbled, turning around with a dark gaze, ready to swear at her. She only shrugged before pushing you again, more gently this time.
“It’s nothing Y/N, really!” she really tried to reassure you, but she had put you in this situation in the first place, so she could keep it. You gulped and took another step, eyeing the counter where a little group of people were waiting.
You might want to know what was going on? Well, you had been waiting at the fcb shop for Pedri to sign his jersey, with a bet weighing on your shoulders. It’s a combination of several things that led to this: to begin with, your brother’s birthday in a little more than a month who was a big fan of the mentioned player, then your university having some sort of deal with Barça and so allowed you to meet some of the players this afternoon. They thought it would be good publicity for the club to show that they cared for the Barcelona youth, even if they had nothing to do with football. Obviously, you had taken it as an occasion to get a special gift for your brother’s eighth birthday, even if it meant losing three hours of your time, you might as well get things done. However, your friend, who you happened to share an apartment with, had other ideas. She knew your taste in men, she knew how you liked them and she had always joked that your brother liked his players like you liked men. With an entire thinking process, she had come to the conclusion that you just had to try something with Pedri. She had probably occulted the part where it wasn’t only your choice, like the boy had probably a girlfriend and if not, well he had many many girls to see before even thinking about you. In the end, with her pushy comments and the drinks you had had the night you had discussed it, you had agreed to give him your insta. Here you were now, completely regretting your life choices and contemplating chickening out.
“Oh, here he comes…” she had whispered it but it felt like she had screamed it to your ears. God, your hands were shaking and you were already feeling ashamed. He would so reject you, you knew it. It’s not even like you cared that much, you weren’t really interested in him, you hadn’t even paid him a second thought, but a bet was a bet. You didn’t feel like getting humiliated in front of everyone. That was what was disturbing you, and if someone had the guts to film this ? You would just die right on the spot. You finally looked up, feeling lightheaded, and took small steps while other students were taking pictures and asking him to sign their shirts. The queue was getting shorter and shorter, that was just awful. You weren’t sure if you would have preferred being at the end of the queue in order to brace yourself, or right at the beginning so you wouldn’t have had time to think and just going through the motion. Stuck in the middle ? The worst. You looked around, other players were there too, each having their own counter. You had recognized De Jong, Dembélé and Koundé. They seemed, nice…
“Y/N, come on!” Martha whispered as she nudged you. Alright, only one person before your turn. The blondie slipped a small paper in your hand, your insta in black ink on it. It could have burned your hand with the way you retrieved it. You tried to rationalize. He was a normal boy: your age, brunette, not that tall, a little bit lanky, brown eyes and a nice smile. He didn’t appear that threatening and as you were watching him interacting with your fellow student, he seemed quite polite and nice. You had nothing to worry about, right? He wouldn’t laugh at your face or make fun of you in front of everyone ? That would be totally out of the way, degrade his reputation even. Sure… But maybe he could ignore you, or something. You didn’t know what to think and nothing seemed to ease you. Pedri gave back the jersey, thanking the young man and nodded, it was your turn. You took a deep breath, not daring meeting his eyes.
“Hello” it was practically a whisper but you were sure that if you had said it louder, he could have heard the shakiness in your voice. He smiled politely and returned the salutation, grabbing the jersey you were holding out.
“Name ?” he had asked as you were petrified. He definitely thought you were weird; you were so dumb. You cleared your throat and said your brother’s name. You saw how his movements were fluid, he was obviously used to this but it still amazed you, his writing wasn’t half bad you noticed. He gave it back to you as you thanked him, still not meeting his gaze. You would have to make sure Martha was going to regret this.
“Want a picture?” he asked, obviously he would, it was the usual thing to do after all the signing stuff. However, you were so out of it that you declined, earning a surprised expression from him and a roll of your friend’s eyes. You didn’t really want a memory of the humiliation that you would go through. So, no thanks; it was enough seeing him all around Barcelona, his face on everything. You didn’t need it on your phone. He shrugged and was ready to continue with your friends. It was now, you had to do it.
“Also…” you swiftly put your paper in front of him, his hands two centimeters away of it. He took it, opening it and seeing what you had written. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it right away. That was awful to live, his eyes seemed apologetic and to say he was uncomfortable was an understatement.
“Y/N, what are you doing ?” asked Daniel, another student who took the same class as yours. You laughed, a laugh that literally meant: I don’t know how to react, nor what to say so I laugh to make it less awkward but this makes it just weirder. You had forgotten about the rest of the students, they had seen it. Damn, your life was going to be hell.
“Bye!” you exclaimed and turned around, grabbing Martha’s arm, trying to go faster and faster towards the exit. Maybe you could go on a walk near the beach so you could drown in the Mediterranean Sea. Still, your tried to steal a look at him, see what was his reaction. He had dismissed it, carelessly giving it to his manager. The older man was talking to him, probably asking him what to do with it. The Canarian had only shrugged. That’s how your paper met the bottom of the trashcan. You would lie if you denied that you hadn’t felts a small pang in your chest.
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“You analyze it and make a full report to me after you’re done” you nodded, internally rolling your eyes at the doctor’s words. It would be your fourth ECG this morning and you were more than annoyed with counting the squares within the R-R interval, the red color of the paper messing with your eyes. You followed her in a corridor that seemed way more crowded than before. Your brows furrowed, not remembering your supervisor’s schedule this full. 
“Lucas ! You make him pass the stress test alright ?” she, again, asked without much warmth in her voice, to the junior doctor. He nodded, just like you, and took a clip board with many papers. You followed him, joining another fellow student on the way, until you entered a room that was even more crowded than the previous corridor. 
“What’s going on ?” you asked, confused, to the brunette who seemed less surprised. You put your hands in your lab coat pockets while tiptoeing to see over the sea of people. 
“Well, the Barça sent their players to pass their stress test here, don’t know why though... Do they do this every year?” 
“Huh?” you had never heard of that before. You would assume that this club would have their own medical room and their own doctors, why come to a University hospital? Well, it wasn’t your problem so you shrugged and turned to the junior doctor that would lead the procedure in a moment. You had just one wish, that your patient wasn’t one of them because you weren’t confident enough to work in front of that much people. 
“So Y/N, let’s go there...” he pointed at another door that led to a smaller room and with far less people. “Our patient is Pedro González López, 19, born on the 25th of November, no known pathologies neither past surgical procedures. Doesn’t smoke, doesn’t frequently drink alcohol, lives in a pretty recent building, so no risks of contact with asbestos...” he delivered his speech in one go, reading his notes and going through the crowd, not looking if you were still behind him. Thankfully you had quick legs... Registering everything, you tried to anticipate for the potential questions he would ask you. You wouldn’t lie, you had felt a wave of relief hit you when you had heard the name. It wasn’t familiar at all, meaning he wasn’t a Barça player, so no crowd, no hawkin eyes, no possible judgment.
Finally you entered the room, Lucas, the Junior doctor’s name, directly going to the computer on the desk. Three large screens were displaying tables with numbers in many colors, one with an heart line completely flat considering there wasn’t anyone attached to the electrodes. A treadmill was on the side, cables and a mask hanging on one of the arc. He clicked on some settings, adjusting the ranges and choosing the datas he wanted to see. 
“So, what payload range should we use for him ?” 
You tried to think a little while remembering all of the infos he had given you.
“I would say 30W every 2 minutes?” he nodded, and typed it on the computer, not even glancing at you. You rolled your eyes and leant against the wall, making yourself small because you knew they kind of hated students being around. Sure, you didn’t have the biggest utility and you kind of were in their way but you had to learn at some point. While you were waiting like a kicked puppy on the side, and your senior was busying himself, you both heard a knock on the door, turning around at the same time to look at a woman standing in front of you. 
“Pedro is here.” she said, with a cold voice as she seemed pretty stuck up, with her black tailor and patent heels. Even Lucas looked surprised by the blatant display of disdain. However, he didn’t comment on it and made a sign for him to come. What was going on today? Everything seemed so weird, especially people. 
And everything just got weirder, even worse, awkward. A “your age, brunette, not that tall, a little bit lanky, brown eyes and a nice smile” boy entered the room. Pedro is Pedri apparently. Your eyes were wide and a deep blush had began to paint your cheeks. For the first time in your student life, you felt relief for being so unashamedly ignored and forced to raze the walls. You couldn’t do this, not with him. Lucas did his work, as usual, asking questions, writing everything down and taking in the youngster, obviously without showing any emotion, because it would be weird for him to do so. You were now making one with the wall, your hands glued to it. You couldn’t hear well what was said, from being farer than you should from the interaction, but now Pedri was taking off his T-shirt while sitting on a medical bed and you hadn’t been prepared for it. Quickly, you diverted your gaze in favor of focusing on the weird pattern of the floor. You wanted to keep it like that, until you felt eyes burning holes on you. It was your cue to look up again, what kind of nightmare was that? You did it, at first meeting junior doctor’s eyes which were void of emotion, normal, then Pedri’s. He smiled at you, a nice one that wasn’t the biggest he had in stock you assumed, but a faint one that still let  small crinkles form on the corner of his lips. His eyes were displaying a certain warmth, kindness, the type of look you have when you meet someone for the first time and you genuinely want to politely establish the first contact. That made you question if he remembered you, then you thought a little and probably not. To begin with you had your mask on, and he had probably met a hundred girls since the last time you saw him. So you decided to take it like that and sighed, relief washing over you as you relaxed a little. 
“Y/N?” Lucas voice interrupted your inner rant. He was now annoyed. 
“Yes?” 
“Are you going to take the constants or not ? Listen to his heart maybe ?” 
His voice clearly indicated you that he thought of you as dumb, and maybe, maybe just for this time, you would allow him to think that because really, you knew you had to do it and he shouldn’t have had to tell you to do it. 
That’s how you found yourself in front of the youngster of the Barça, stethoscope in your ears as you approached him. 
“That might be cold...” you said lowly, your voice just above a whisper, not daring meeting his eyes. Yet, you could feel him looking intently at you as you brought the chestpiece to his chest, his deep brown eyes detailing your face. The metal piece met skin, goosebumps running on his skin, and you saw it, just like you saw the shuddery breath he had let out. That had made you feel strange, a little fire budding in you. His heartbeat was soft, calming even. It was steady, not too fast and loud, easy to hear. And that made this budding fire just sprout sparks around. How could it be so intimate when you were doing this all day? You then went to his back, instructing him when to breathe in or breathe out, feeling his rib cage moving with it. 
“Do it entirely Y/N, so you can get used to it.” 
You nodded and went back to face the midfielder, shying away from his glances. You turned around the chestpiece, opening the smaller one so you could hear through it. With an hesitant hand, you put it on his neck, trying to find the carotid artery in the small area. He wasn’t helping much, especially when you felt his faint puffs of air meeting the skin of your hand. It was hard to focus and even more now as you were beginning to feel self conscious: you couldn’t find the soft thumping of blood. Finally meeting his eyes, you cleared your throat. 
“Could you turn your head please ?” you asked as you showed him the opposite way. He obliged without saying anything, letting veins appear, creating relief on his olive skin. Finally you found the right spot, hearing the steady rhythm that matched with his heart. 
“Everything is alright” you said as you straightened up, turning around so you could escape the grasp Pedri had on you right at the moment. It didn’t make sense: you could have sworn that you had never really been attracted to him. It had just been a bet about him, you hadn’t spared him a second thought, never thought of him like that. You could even say you hadn’t think of him at all, apart from the shame of this past moment that would hit you whenever you would hear his name. He had rejected you, not outwardly, but it had hurt you. Even without caring, the action hurt. And now this ? You wanted to say that it was the rush of seeing him right when you couldn’t imagine it, or not being prepared to see him again. Certainly a part of truth was there. But, attraction? This weird pull you felt, the way your breath would catch in your throat every time you got closer and had to touch him. Medical fields required some sort of intimacy, invasive touches and could easily make patients uncomfortable, but that was not it. It was something entirely different that unsettled you. His shy glances, your need to avoid it, the goosebumps... It was too much and so confusing. He was confusing because you couldn’t recognize the boy from the store right at the moment. His demeanor towards you had changed. 
Without having to be told, you took the ECG’s electrodes and put it on his naked chest, circling around his left pectoral muscle, small colorful dots contrasting with the tan of his skin. He was holding his breathe, you could sense it. Your touch was light, not wanting to apply too much pressure, avoiding to make it last a second too long. Yet, it made it just that more personal, because his body was trying to respond to it by sending shivers down his spine and quickening his heart rate. He was as lost as you, not understanding what was going on with him and his mind.
Minutes passed and the paper offering the heart line had finally been printed entirely. It had seemed so long, waiting for it in silence, not daring starting anything with Pedro.
“Y/N, can we discuss about it now?” the doctor who had sent you here said. You slightly jumped, unaware of her presence. She had came silently, looking intently at you while tuning out Lucas. You knew she disliked him, though you weren’t sure why and you weren’t really in a place to pry. She was looking down at you, her being way taller than you added to her severe stare could only intimidate you.
“sure, but he didn’t pass the stress test yet? I can’t make a full synthesis with that?” you said unsure. She crossed her arms and shrugged, not caring one bit about what you were saying.
“Stitches needed in the ER, so we just debrief this fast and then you go there.” she said, not letting room for debate. Not like you would actually try to go against her words. You nodded and unfolded the paper, putting in on the table as you took a pen out of your pocket. She came closer, arms still crossed. That was only now that you felt self-consciousness wash over you, not only was she testing you but Pedro was also interested in what you had to say. You couldn’t make any mistakes.
“There is no sinus bradycardia...” you said, unsure if she wanted to hear it.
“Why bring that up?” she asked, genuinely curious and you cheered inside, you had marked a point.
“Because half of the athletes have a heart rate inferior to 50bpm, also often associated with respiratory arrhythmia.”
“Is there one here?”
“No” you said, this time more confident in your answers. She nodded and scribbled down on the ECG. 
“Also, the QRS complex is hypervolted, which can be an explained by a right atrial hypertrophy, however the Sokolow index isn’t positive, therefore it’s benign.” she wrote down everything you had said and circled the lines you had talked about. “It’s a physiological adaptation from his heart, so he can have a wider range of adaptation through the exercise...” you added sensing that all the words you had said could put Pedro on edge. You had used scary words, hypertrophia isn’t generally a good sign, for anything really. You felt that it was the right thing to do to explain it better. She nodded again, passing the paper to Lucas and then, finally, she decided to put her eyes on you.
“You can go now, they are waiting for you.” and that was all she had to say. 
While you put back your stethoscope in your pocket, you looked up, meeting Pedri’s gaze. He smiled at you, a hint of something you couldn’t decipher tingling in his dark orbs. You waved lightly and left without a word. Why did you wave ?
What you didn’t know though, was that your action hadn’t phased him one bit, the contrary actually. He had found it endearing and maybe it only was the cherry on top. He had felt all of the tension clashing between you two during his auscultation, how his skin had reacted to the simple graze of your fingers, which had been so delicate. He knew you had felt it, if how you had seemed fidgety was to say anything. He hadn’t been able to entirely see your face, disappointment hinting its way in him, but your eyes could put him in this strange trance by themselves. How could they hold so much, sparks of concentration littering the deep color of your irises. And your voice, it was sweet, and the shy edge it held was even sweeter. The way you had answered everything with ease, how you knew what you were talking about, the over-explaining. That had left him wanting, no, needing more. Who were you ?
“Pedro? We will start in a bit” said his manager, who had been standing on the side all along. 
“Sure, but before...” he gulped and turned around to face the older man, “Could you find me the insta from the girl who was there?” he asked, voice low and a faint blush on the apple of his cheeks.
His manager frowned and came closer so this conversation could stay only between them, no curious ears catching words of what was going to be said. 
“The student one ?” at that, the midfielder nodded eagerly, pleading with his eyes. 
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“I can’t believe we are here Y/N! That’s the best present ever!” your brother screamed as he held onto the barrier preventing him from falling down. His little jersey, with a giant eight on it, still looking a bit too big on him. What a coincidence that the number of years he had lived and that you were celebrating today was the same number printed on the back of the young man who had quite deviated your life from its axis recently. A fond smile found its way on your face as you watched over him, his fluffy hair ruffled by the wind and his grin that could light up the entire stadium. His eyes, which were a carbon copy of yours, were shining with happiness and you had never felt prouder of yourself. You had brought him this much joy, you kind of had accomplished your role as an older sister. Well, you hadn’t quite done it alone, if you were to be honest.
“I wish Pedri could have scored though...” he said still smiling, looking around the pitch for players. 
“An assist is still great hermanito” that had you ruffling his hair more. 
“Don’t worry, he will strike, sooner than you think.” Martha, who had excitedly accompanied you to the game, said while sending you knowing gazes. You rolled your eyes and threw her a middle finger while your little brother wasn’t looking. You exactly knew why she had wanted to come with you: if this girl wasn’t the biggest fan of football, she was on the other hand the biggest one of gossips. 
On the pitch, the Barca team was celebrating, hugging each other, thankful for the win today. Xavi seemed pretty content with the team, just like the culers all around the stadium. 
“Let’s go” you said loudly for your brother to hear as you grabbed his smaller hand, passing through the security and approaching a small area were other fans were waiting. You had been offered VIP tickets, and maybe you hadn’t told your brother how. 
“Oh my god! It’s Gavi and Dembélé!” you weren’t sure his voice was going to be there tomorrow with how much screaming he had done, and still was doing. However, his high pitched sound had attracted the attention of the two said players who came to sign his shirt, warm expression on their faces. Then, Lewandowski happened to pass by too, offering another smudge on the red color of the fabric. Your brother was shaking from excitement, stars falling from the sky to lodge in his pretty irises. 
“Y/N, it’s Pedri! Oh my god!” now that was a whole over level of excitement. You had never seen his eyes that wide. You knew Pedri was his favorite player, from the day he had signed with Barcelona until this night. Even if you had never paid attention to it, you felt like you had heard his nickname as much as yours coming from his mouth. 
The Canarian spotted the three of you, smiling shyly but still taking steps towards you. His hair were disheveled, some strands sticking to his forehead thanks to the ninety minutes and more of running around the wide pitch. His shorts had splashes of green that matched the grass he had met while being tackled many times. But he looked as good as ever, scratch that, he was hot. 
He grabbed the pen your brother was holding out to him and made him turn around so he could sign directly on the “8″, his signature standing out from the others. Then, he placed himself next to him, bending his knees so he would be closer, motioning to you to take a picture. Which you obviously did: you had caught two perfect smiles matching joyful, genuine, expressions. It was the most beautiful picture you had ever taken. However, you would show it to your brother later because now he was more preoccupied with doing a handshake with Pedri. After that, the older boy ruffled your boy’s hair, emanating so much affection towards him. It was the sweetest thing to see.
Your brother looked up at him, excitedly.
“Thank you so much Pedri, it’s the best day of my life!” you could hear his voice breaking a little from having been exhausted all night long. He looked at you, so drunk on happiness. that’s probably why he did what he did, he couldn’t possibly be thinking straight right now. “Oh! Also, did you know that my sister likes you?” 
You would definitely kill him once his fun was done. Your eyes went wide, crimson red being your new skin tone. That had Pedro looking at you, a smug smirk playing on his lips from the newly found information. 
“Huh?” you could see the playfulness in his eyes while he was openly teasing you. 
“Huh?” you responded, still on edge from everything. He chuckled and came closer, weirdly left alone by your brother who was showing his jersey to Martha. You knew she was faking captivation for your sake, and it was one of the rare times that you were thankful of her. 
“You like me, Y/N?” 
You bit your lower lip. He did the same. 
“Maybe I do?” you wanted to tease back, therefore not giving him straight answers would do. You saw him squint his eyes at you, containing a nervous laugh. 
“You like me, Pedro?” you asked, mimicking his question.
“Maybe I do?” 
☁️ 
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