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toothfa-1-ry · 8 months

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DOYOUWANTTOGOTOTHEBALLWITHME? draco malfoy

In which,

Draco just can't seem to ask you to be his date for the Yule ball

GENRE: fluff

PAIRING: 4th yr Draco x 4th year reader

FEAT: lee do hyun as Terry Booth!!

WARNING: none :>

A/N: A continuation of my Draco Malfoy is a loser agenda!! Also did I mention that Draco is a very DRAMATIC loser??

"uhm hi y/n" Draco said nervously as he turned to look at Pansy and Blaise who gave him a reassuring nod and a thumbs up

"ooh hi Draco"

"uhm so..y/n" Draco nervously chuckled as he played his his hand cuffs "uh..y/n haha.."

"Draco-" Pansy hissed "you already said her name, there's no need to repeat it again"

"right- sorry. Uhm so y/n!"

"oh god he's a lost cause" Blaise muttered to Pansy who just shook her head.

"I can hear you, just in case you didn't know" Draco angrily muttered towards them, shooting them both a dirty look

"uhm are you talking to y/n or are you talking to us?" Blaise questioned, his eyebrows raised

"oh bloody hell" Draco sweared "uhm anyway y/n uh so like I'm pretty sure you heard the announcement today- during breakfast because like you have ears uh I have ears too! So I heard the announcement too- ha" Draco awkwardly continued.

"ofcourse she has ears dunderhead and ofcourse she heard it! Everyone heard the announcement" piped Lorenzo from a corner "just try to charm her won't you?"

Theodore shook his head in amusement as he watched his best mate Draco act like a complete fool. Actually he always acted like a fool except most of the time he didn't make it this obvious.

"right- right my bad my bad" Draco shook his head "so! Y/n!"

"yes Draco? What is the matter?"

"I thought you could do the er honour of er taking me to the Yule ball y'know" Draco smirked as he attempted to charm you like Lorenzo said

"I mean cause like I could go with anyone but I thought that I'd give you the first chance of going with me!" Draco quickly rambled and then flicked his hair "so what do you say?"

Theodore and Lorenzo tried holding in their laughter as Pansy groaned and Blaise muttered curses under his breath.

"oh bloody hell" Matteo mumbled

"mate that was horrible and I'm not even y/n! I'm just pretending to be her!" Matteo exclaimed as he took of the wig he was wearing

"if your gonna be this bad with me pretending to be y/n, how are you actually gonna face her!?" Matteo shook his head and turned to Pansy "he's totally lost!"

"it wasnt that bad was it?" Draco cringed at himself.

Oh he knew how bad it was

"it was HORRIBLE" all his friends shouted at him, especially Matteo who was honestly tired of wearing the wig and pretending to be you for the 9th time now.

"c'mon mate! This is the 9th time I'm pretending to be y/n. Just ask her out NORMALLY PLEASE" Matteo shouted

"oh shut up okay! I'm trying" Draco hissed his face turning pink

"well try harder" Theodore said from a corner "if you don't ask her out soon, someone else will"

"what?" Draco whisper shouted "you mean- there's a chance that she'll go to the Yule ball with someone else whose not me?"

Theodore rolled his eyes at his blonde friend, "incase you haven't noticed, many guys in Hogwarts likes her. And now you have double the competition with Durmstang and Beuxbaton"

Draco went pink in the face again "oh fuck"

"yup!" Lorenzo patted his cousin in the shoulder "so you better hurry up cuz!" He cheerily said as if Draco wasn't going through a mini panick attack

"ugh whatever!" Pansy groaned "you! Get your act together" she pointed at Draco "we're gonna practice this one more time! Matteo wear the wig"

Matteo grumbled as he begrudgingly wore the wig " on merlins beard why do I have to pretend to be y/n"

"okay! In 3-2-1" Pansy hollered, completely ignoring Matteo "action!"

"y/n hi! Uh I have to talk to you! Uh about uh something" Draco awkwardly grinned

"ooh yes Draco! What is it?" Matteo said in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like you.

"uhm so-" Draco stammered

"yes Draco? Hehe" Matteo let out a giggle and twirled a strand of the wig

"uhm!..I have a collection of chocolate frog cards!" Draco squeaked, the word Yule ball being unable to form in his mouth

He heard all his friends groan and he became redder then a Weasley

"oh god not again..that's it. I'm going" Matteo threw the wig on the ground shaking his head "all the best" he patted Draco and walked away

"oh c'mon- wait one last time let me try one last time!" Draco whined as he watched all of his friends walk out of the dorm "oh wait- guys wait!"

"you can do this. I believe in you" Lorenzo gave his cousin a thumbs up

"well I don't" Matteo snorted which caused Draco to give him a dirty look "what? I'm being honest"

"she's right over there. Just go to her, say hi, maybe compliment her and then ask her out" the caramel haired boy ignored Matteo and gave his poor shaking cousin some tips

"what? What kind of compliments to I give her?" Draco whispered back in a sort of panick

"geez. Just tell her that she looks pretty today, and that you'd be honoured if she would go to the ball with you" Theodore cut in and shrugs "works like a charm"

"okay.. alright I got this" Draco mumbled

"yea you got it..now go" Pansy ushered the boy "c'mon now go ahead" she pointed towards the courtyard where you were.

Draco walked up towards you and a bunch of third years who were talking to you. Suddenly he felt very intimidated by those small scrawny third years and immediately turned away and walked back to his friends

"I can't do this! You lot are right, maybe I am hopeless" Draco sulked as his friends let out another sigh

"did he just call himself hopeless?" Matteo peered at the sulking boy "oh dear, y/n really did a number on him huh?"

"not helping Matteo" Pansy said sternly, hitting Matteo in the arm.

"listen, your Draco Malfoy and your going to go and ask y/n the girl who've been crushing on since forever to go to the ball with you" Blaise said giving Draco a light shake

"and if she says yes all is good and if she doesn't, well- it's kind of embarassing but it's gonna be alright" Pansy adds

"yea so go and ask her out now before she goes to the ball with Terry Booth over there huh?" Theodore nudges Draco towards your direction as the smiling ravenclaw keeper approaches you

"oh bloody hell- no way in my watch is y/n going to go out with that crow" Draco fumed under his breath as he immediately rushed towards you

"yea go get'em tiger!" Draco could hear Matteo whooping and the constant shouting from his friends, all hyping him up but that could hardly matter right now

Dracos hands were going all clamy and he could feel his heart racing. He wanted to run away from you but he wasn't going to let Terry Booth ask you out right infront of him!

"y/n" Terry approached you with a smile

"Terry" you greeted the Korean boy with a grin "anything's the matter?"

"oh yea uh I wanted to ask you if-" the keeper then abruptly stopped mid sentence as another person had joined their conversation

"y/n! Y/n!" A frantic Draco appeared, his eyes widened and his hair a mess

"Draco? Are you alright?" You ask the Slytherin boy who seemed to be in a bit of a mix

"mhm m'fine- I have to talk to you" Draco grabbed your hand which took you by surprise

You look at a awkward Terry and a frantic Draco, unsure of what to make up with this situation

"oi Booth can you bigger off for a second?" Draco coldly dismissed Terry who simply raise a eyebrow before shaking his head

"er- alright, I'll talk to you later y/n" Terry mumbled before walking away

"Draco! What was that. You can't just tell people to bugger off" you begin scolding Draco, unaware that his hands were still holding yours

"y/n I have to tell you something" the boy gulped, he could feel the way your hands felt against his and the close proximity the both of you were in. His heart racing even faster

"what is it?" You ask him, your brows creased up in slight worry. The blonde Slytherin boy who was always so put together, confident and full of himself was now nervous and quite frankly not behaving like his usual self

"Draco are you sick?" You immediately raise your free hand to his head and Draco swears that his temperature rises by a hundred degrees probably.

"uhm y/n" the boy begins, he could feel his sweat dripping and his mouth going dry

"oh dear Merlin Draco your turning redder than a tomato! Let's go to madam Pomfrey" you usher him, pulling him into the hallway "c'mon let's go-"

"wait y/n listen- I have to tell you something first"

You look at Draco in confusion. What did he have to tell you so much that he was acting quite frankly out of his personality

"er- okay..can you tell me when we're in the infirmary?"

"no! I have to tell you now" Draco pressed on. He had to ask you right now when he was full of adrenaline or else he won't be able to ask you later

"oh okay, okay" you say a little taken back "what is it?"

Draco bites his lower lip and mumbles something

"what Draco? I didn't quite catch you"

"uhm...I think uh- I think you look very nice today!" Draco suddenly exclaimed

"o-oh!" That might have taken you back by surprise even more, a slight blush forms in your face "thanks..uhm"

"actually I think you look nice everyday" Draco continues his eyes looking down, his grip on your hand tightening.

You look down and realise that the both of you were holding hands and you feel your face getting hot

"that's really sweet of you to say Dray" you said before you could stop yourself

Draco looks up at you, his eyes widened at the sudden nickname you called him

"Dray?"

You eyes widen and you the undying urge to slap yourself across the face as you see the way Draco's eyes twinkle with mischief.

"did you just give me a nickname? Dray?" Draco grins smugly, completely forgetting the real reason why he was with you

"oh shut up" you huff "I'm never gonna say that again"

"oh no please do say it again" Draco teased you, watching your face get red

"r-right, what did you have to tell me Draco? Do say it fast I don't have all day" you quickly try to change the subject causing Draco to remember the real reason why he was talking to you

"er-" Draco immediately felt all his confidence and smugness fading away

"oh dear Draco your getting red all again" you worriedly said, peering into his face "are you sure you don't need to-"

"not Draco" Draco mumbled

"what?"

"not Draco, don't call me Draco" Draco mumbled a bit louder

"well, what do you want me to call you then-"

"Dray, you should call me Dray" he says softly

Your eyes widen "Dray... I don't understand what-"

"doyouwanttogototheballwithme?" Draco squeaked

"what?"

Draco cleared his throat and looked around, he beckoned you to come closer to him and leaned towards you

"do you want to maybe perhaps go to the ball with..me?" He whispered into your ears filling your stomach with butterflies

"oh- Draco I-" you stammer, unable to form sentences "uhm I would really actually like that" you whisper back in surprise

"really?" Draco asked you back, his voice in equal surprise

You give a shy nodd

"really?!" Draco asked again looking at you eyes widened "I'm not going to stop saying really unless you give me a proper answer l/n"

Your roll your eyes "yes really...Dray I would love to go to the ball with you"

"oh my god I think I'm gonna pass out" Draco said feeling faint

"I think that's a little but of a exaggeration- oh my god Draco!" You shout out, trying to catch the boy before he fell on the ground

"oh dear- he actually passed out" you grimace slightly as you make him lie down in one of the stools in the courtyard after dragging him all the way from the hallway

You softly brush his blonde hair away from his pink face

"how quite adorable" you laugh to yourself

"Hey Berkshire!" Terry greeted Lorenzo who along with all his friends were trying to see what Draco and y/n were doing just as they got dragged to the hallway

"ugh we cant see them anymore!" Pansy whined as she stretched her neck, only to get a glimpse of blonde hair

"uhm s'everything alright?" Terry asked

"yea everythings fine" Lorenzo smiled at the tall boy "what's up?"

"oh uh- I did what you told me too" Terry grinned as all of Lorenzo's friends looked at him with a confused face

Lorenzo laughed "great chap you are my friend" giving him a pat in the back

"I'm guessing you told me to pretend like I'm asking y/n to the ball just so that Malfoy would make a move first?" Terry winced as he asked Lorenzo who just seemed to grin even brighter

"my god- you do catch on quick don't you?"

Terry let out a laugh and blushed at the sudden compliment. He was never really good with compliments

"you did what?" Matteo asked eyes widened

"sneaky snake" Pansy squinted her eyes at him and grinned 'your a genius!"

Lorenzo simply shrugged

"so whatdya think? He asked her out yet?" Terry peered out from where Pansy was standing

"maybe if Draco finally got the guts" Pansy snorted

"oh I think he did" Blaise said hesitantly

"what?" Pansy and Matteo asked eagerly

"it appears that our little prince has..." Theodore paused not sure whether he was supposed to laugh or be embarrassed

"he has what?" Pansy questioned

"oh hell!" Matteo shouted with laughter "the bloody wanker has fainted!" Matteo exclaimed with glee all across his face

Pansy covered her face with embarrassment as the boys roared with laughter. Only Terry wasn't the one laughing along.

"oh dear" Terry shook his head sadly "now how would the poor boy be when he dances with her?"

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hugs2doie · 8 months

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hi sorry to bother you. Could you possibly do an nct dream scenario where they ask their s/o to scratch their back and their s/o is really sweet about it?

𖦹 nct dream + back scratches .

genre ! fluff. just fluff. :3

warnings ! none. it’s literally just fluff :3

mark ✮

overworked boy #1. def loves back scratches. hm i feel like he would be shy a bit about asking you for them, or he would just lay on top of you, with his head on your chest, knowing that, that’ll give you the clue to give him his back scratches <3 he absolutely melts. would probably hum and leave a few kisses/pecks on your collarbone as you do so, (not the dirty one you horny dogs !) just to let you know that he’s enjoying it. mark would also like if you talked about your day, he feels so relaxed when you scratch his back so his attention would be on you 100% (unless he feels a bit sleepy, then he’ll be falling asleep on you mid-talking 😭).

renjun ✮

blunt with it. “could you scratch my back?”. honestly i don’t think he’d be shy with it, like at all. he always wants you to know what he’s feeling: like doing, making, etc and he wants you to do the same, ‘cause if you gave him hints, he’ll ignore them ‘till you actually ask/do what you wanted, he wouldn’t act on something he isn’t sure about 🤷‍♀️ but back to the topic. back scratches help renjun fall asleep, so when he’s back from practice and all that, he’d be asking you to give him back scratches <3 like mark (and everyone else ngl) he’ll melt, but he would also love if you played with his hair. :3

jeno ✮

another shy boy !! but honestly sometimes he’d just ask you instead of beating around the bush 😭 however he doesn’t want to bother you so he’ll ask you when he sees that you’re completely free, even if you’re not even that busy. you’re on your phone, scrolling through insta cause you’re bored? jeno’s gonna wait! you’re watching TV but you’re spacing out? jeno’s gonna wait! i can go on forever but you get the idea. so when you’re finally free he’s gonna be like “back scratches…? i’ll also do that for you don’t worry!” poor boy doesn’t only want his needs to be prioritized :( when you agree (you better.) he’ll have a big smile on his face and rush to lay. he’d also would ramble about his day while you scratch his back.

haechan ✮

overworked boy #2. blunt #2. dude would cling to you like a koala and be like “back scratches, i need back scratches”. unlike jeno, haechan would not care even if you are in the middle of something important, you’re with him so you should prioritize him and him only! when you’d agree he’d either throw you over his shoulder or give you a piggy back ride to yall’s bedroom or sofa. he’d put you down first then lay tummy flat. would let out exaggerated moans (as a JOKE you horny dogs), but honestly those would mean that he’s enjoying it. would start talking about his day or random shows he’s been watching but he’d fall asleep. <3

jaemin ✮

so sweet goodbye. would come up behind you as you’re cooking, washing the dishes, idk anything, as long as you’re on your feet – would hug you from behind and while planting a few kisses on your neck/shoulder would ask you if you could give him back scratches, of course after you were finished with what you were doing. he would enjoy back scratches the most if he was sitting between your legs, his back facing you (obviously) and you giving him scratches. jaemin would absolutely melt if you would kiss his shoulders too. but he’s satisfied with anything you do <3 (p.s: he’d probably wake you up while scratching your back later that day.)

chenle ✮

either mr. zhong ‘my-ego-is-too-high’ chenle, or just mr. zhong ‘i-need-back-scratches-now’ chenle, it just depends on the day. hot take but he MIGHTTT get shy, but like not the shy shy, just hear me out omg. “could you like, like um y’know, scratch my back or smth?” LIKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT ... but anyways ! when you give him what he wants he’d love it, especially when the movie you two are watching is boring as hell, so he gets to fall asleep on top of you, with his arms and legs wrapped around you, head on the crook of your neck, and you scratching his back and playing with his hair <3

jisung ✮

i’ll eat him (lovingly). i feel like everything this man does, is done in tiny (even though he’s like 6 feet tall). anyways :3 ! he’d be shy but he’d still ask you (with his cutesy shy smile i’m done) ! i like to think that he lies besides you on his tummy and likes to watch something with you while you scratch his back. jisung doesn’t like when there’s silence, he feels awkward, so he also likes talking to you. but when he’s tired he doesn’t really have the energy to talk so 1) he’d listen to you talk and hum here and then, or 2) he’d listen to some music (obv some chill songs) in hopes to fall asleep. he’s just so cute i wanna bite his cheeks.

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velnna · 3 months

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How does Staeve get along with the other companions? I’m new to your blog so I’ve only seen him with astarion. Is he friends with anyone else?

Things that aren't a callout but feel like one 🥲 sorry I draw so much staeve with astarion I have nothing to say in my defence

Staeve also romanced Lae'zel to a point BUT in my OG playthrough I uhhhhh may or may not have let her die before her quest completed so ??? I'll wait for my second round to see how that goes.

He's also got high ish approval with Wyll and Gale but rejected both romantically so in my head they're friendly (though he did bang Mizora so Wyll's a little mad heh). I reckon he'd sometimes start chatting with gale to take the piss but then end up genuinely curious about his rambles because there's a nerd in him somewhere too.

He and Shadowheart are definitely friends I had her in the party forever and at max approval fjsjfj

He's obviously romancing Halsin as well 🫣

Karlach is???? Unsure, I think she doesn't necessarily like him that much but it's Karlach so they're friendly anyways

This is half based on my 80% complete first playthrough and the one I'm attempting to do (the right way) now since I lost the plot in act 3 and missed so much beforehand I figured I might as well restart

#staeve

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kurolumiis · 26 days

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

featuring — dazai osamu, y/l/n y/n

summary — dazai has many favorite things about you that he loves—making you jealous is one of his favorites.

warnings — dazai x gn!reader [uses they/them pronouns], jealousy (dazai flirts with the waitress at the cafe), suggestive, established relationship, kunikida is a bit of a father figure to reader, reader works at the ada, slightly insecure!reader, self indulgent <3

messages from the galaxy — did i stop watching bsd for a period of time bc i got jealous dazai was flirting with sm ppl? err.. yes. i just get insecure okay idk what’s wrong with me, anyways enjoy my lovelies <3

there’s many qualities to you that dazai loves—your smile, the glint in your eyes when you ramble about your passions, the way you jump and cheer whenever you beat him in a video game. but one of his favorites has to be seeing you jealous.

“would you be interested in a double suicide?” he asked the waitress flirtatiously. his hand caressed hers as his eyes trailed to you. you averted eye contact, not wanting him to see you in such a state—his favorite state.

huffing, you slumped in your seat, spinning the straw in your drink around. “dazai’s pissing me off again.” kunikida glared daggers into him, knowing just how he was making you feel. and he hated it.

when you first joined the agency, kunikida cared for you and almost took you under his wing. he knew you stuck close to dazai, arriving at the same time as him, and he only wanted the best for you.

so, when dazai was acting like an idiot and hurting your feelings, he had to do something about it.

kunikida abruptly got up and sped over to osamu in a heartbeat, dragging him outside. you were a bit startled by the sudden action, but were too drained to ponder over it.

“you idiot! you have a perfect partner in there waiting for you and you’re over here flirting with a waitress!” kunikida yelled, making passerby glance at him weirdly. “i only wanted to make them jealous,” dazai said, pouting.

“and you thought flirting with another woman was a good idea?!” “woah, slow down. i always treat them right in the end.” osamu winked, causing doppo to have a disgusted expression. “stop this nonsense, do you have any idea how this makes them feel? clear this out with your lover, or i would advise them to find a new one.”

pulling his finger away from his face, kunikida entered the cafe again, leaving dazai standing in shock. he had no idea how much his flirting affected you. in the end, he only did it for you. it was always you. he did everything for you.

this man would drop to his ones in front of everyone and beg for your forgiveness. but, he had another idea in mind, one that’ll make you feel like the only person in the world that matters to him, because you were.

he darted into the cafe, walking over and grabbing your hand, abruptly pulling you out of the booth. “dazai, what—” you were confused and caught off guard. one minute he was flirting with someone other than you and the next he was dragging you down the street like he was the jealous one.

he had dragged you all the way to your shared home, pushing you against the door and kissing you roughly. when you felt his hand trail between your legs, you stopped him. “osamu, why would you do that?” you said breathlessly, tears threatening to spill.

“i’m sorry, love. i didn’t know you felt this way. i was only trying to rile you up. you know i’d do anything for you. come on baby, let me show you just how much i’d do for you.”

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blue-jisungs · 6 months

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childish honesty

author's note. okay phew this has been rotting in my drafts since JULY??? the main reason of not posting was literally no idea for the title bye. anyways i hope you enjoy, esp you @l3visbby since this is the chan work i’ve been talking about 💀

big shout out to my beloved @planetkiimchi for proofreading, ilysm and thank you so so much <3 i really appreciate it 🥹

summary. there’s a cute guy who’s literally perfect. everything starts to work out when your little secret comes out // or in which you always adored children’s honesty but fail to do the same

summary. 7894

warnings. swearing, alcohol consumption + one scene in a club but nothing too wild, mention of cheating. a bit angsty :) chan is a bit of an ass but then again, he kind of has a reason….. + some cameos <3

biting the inside of your cheek deep in thought, your friend – jeongyeon – noticed you’re drifting away. tapping the back of your hand gently, warm smile on her lips. your other friend, jihyo, scoffed.

“and you’re gone again… don’t tell me he’s on your mind” she sighed dramatically. a blush crept on your face since you were caught.

“girl, you were supposed to relax! clear your head! go wild!” jeongyeon grunted and broke into a mischievous giggle “well, the last one is for later”

“we know you love him but please, stop thinking about him. for once…” jihyo pouted “i’ll get jealous!”

“okay, you know i love you both” you smiled, grabbing their hands “i’m sorry. you know how it is”

“well… we don’t. but we understand, we know what you’ve been through. that’s why you need a break” jeongyeon said and jihyo nodded in agreement “aaaand we need to find you a new man”

“huh?” you blinked, reaching for your coffee cup.

“oh come on, don’t act like you don’t understand” jihyo winked and you almost choked on the hot beverage. the action made your friends laugh “what?! that’s not what i meant…” you grunted but your reaction spoke for yourself.

“now that i think about it… jihyo, do you remember chan? from our company? he’s in another department but he’s the manager, you should know him” jeongyeon hummed, tapping her fingers against her coffee cup. you stole a glance at your phone. no one texted you.

“of course i do! i love chan, he’s so cute and good in what he does… wait” the corners of jihyo’s lips curled into a mischievous smile “oh…”

“oh indeed” jeongyeon smirked, both of them slowly looking at you.

“what?” you asked and your attention was quickly dismissed when your phone buzzed. the girls in front of you exchanged sly looks with each other and nodded in agreement.

“okay! let’s go to my place and change up, hm? it’s friday night, i already thought of a party plan” jihyo smacked the table energetically and stood up from the seat, going over to pay for the coffee.

“where does she get this energy from…” you murmured as you texted back. jeongyeon smiled and stood up too, waiting for you.

“yeah… no…” you grunted, swirling the drink in your hand. squeezing your phone between your cheek and your arm, you looked for your lipgloss hidden somewhere in the bag.

you wanted to finish talking before your friends come back with even more drinks. it was hard to hear jooyeon’s rambles due to the loud music booming in the club.

“‘m sorry, can you speak a bit louder?” you asked and managed to find your lipgloss “or just…”

“y/n!” you heard jihyo’s shouts

“sorry, baby, i need to go!” you said

“but…” jooyeon whined and you sighed apologetically.

“i’ll call you in the morning, okay?” you hummed and were met with a soft, sad hmpf. quickly hanging up, you pretended to use your phone as a mirror while holding the lipgloss.

“we’re back, ta-dam!” jeongyeon put the drinks on the table and shot you a suspicious glance “do you even see anything?”

“no… not really” you giggled and put your phone down, gulping down your previous drink “i’ll be right back!”

entering the bathroom you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. you really shouldn’t have hung up so early. what if it was important? what if he needed help… what if he needed you?

quickly fixing your lipgloss, you shook your head. you shouldn’t think about it so much. the girls went out with you to have fun so just for a night you could forget about him, right?

after hiding the lipgloss in your mini bag; zipping it so the small electric guitar keychain dingled gently, you left the bathroom.

right away you felt your legs tripping or just the impact of someone bumping into you, you weren’t sure. before you could fall, a surprised yelp reached your ears and two hands held you sturdily by your waist.

“i’m sorry, i should have watched where i was going” a male voice rung in your ears, causing you to squirm away from his hold. he let go, shaking his head “sorry”

“that’s okay, it was my fault too” you nodded and looked at his face. the red neon lights in the club didn’t help you in analysing his features but from what you saw now, he was handsome. his mouth opened and you could sense he’d apologise again but suddenly jihyo’s favourite song came on.

you just nodded for the second time and turned around, the man’s gaze following you – unbeknownst to you.

quickly joining your friends you went to the dance floor, finally starting to relax and temporarily forget about your worries.

arriving at your place, head pumping like crazy, you slowly opened the front door. it was around 10am, saturday morning. quietly entering the kitchen and painfully slowly opening the upper cabinet so it doesn’t creak—

“mom is back!”

you sighed. mission failed.

turning around with a smile you were met with jooyeon’s body launching at you.

“easy there” you giggled and last minute kneeled down, so he could hug you properly. his small hands wrapped around your neck, lips smooching your cheek “missed me that much?”

“duh! it’s boring without you!” jooyeon grinned cheekily and leaned away. then you registered someone leaning over the kitchen counter.

“jooyeonnie, could you maybe pick up the toys in the living room? quick, so mom won’t see the mess” the feminine voice was gentle and soft, as always.

“oh shoot, the toys!” jooyeon yelled out, causing you to scrunch your face. as he ran out of the room, you stood up and sent yuna a warm smile.

“thank you…” you sighed, grabbing a glass of water

“i can see the party was nice” she giggled, observing you “do you need me to stay longer? it’s not…”

“no, absolutely not. i already asked you for too much… but thank you so much” you shook your head as a no, putting the mini bag on the countertop.

yuna was jooyeon’s babysitter. she was a first year university student so the deal was great for three of you: jooyeon loved her (and vice versa), she got to earn some money and you had the opportunity to spend your time with friends or stay overtime without any stress. but hey! it was friday, today it’s saturday and yuna, such a young and lovely girl, definitely shouldn’t miss out on her free time on you two. plus your hangover.

“i’ve got this” you nodded and handed her the cash. she looked at you worried, then stealing a glance at jooyeon who already got distracted with something else.

“if you need anything please let me know…” yuna smiled politely.

“i need you to rest now” you chuckled and patted her arm “i’ve got this, really. have a nice day, yuna. jooyeon, say bye to aunt yuna!”

“bye bye!” he yelled out and ran up to her, grinning and reaching his hand out. they did a high five and yuna left, a sweet smile on her lips. to think she was one year younger than you when jooyeon— “where were you?” jooyeon crossed his hands and cocked an eyebrow, watching you. finishing your water you started looking for some medicine.

“with auntie jihyo and jeongyeon…” you started slowly, trying to focus and figure out what to say “… having a fun time. girls’ night out, you know?”

“mhm…” he hummed, dark irises glued to you “then why do you smell so… gross?”

you scoffed, the package with painkillers dropping from some hidden spot behind glasses.

“we were dancing and having drinks… and when i left, aunties were still sleeping so i didn’t want to wake them up with the loud shower” you explained, taking the meds “is it that bad?”

“yeah. take a shower, you stink” jooyeon ordered and turned around, happily going back to the living room and whatever he was doing with the play-dooh. kids are so honest, don’t you just love them?

following his orders you showered, fighting your eyelids. oh a nap… nap would be great right now.

leaving the bathroom, already in your comfy clothes, you shuffled slowly to find jooyeon. he was scribbling something in a colouring book.

“i think i’ll take a nap, joo. wanna go with me?” you asked quietly. his eyes lit up and he dropped the crayons, grabbing your hand instead

“of course, let’s go!” he exclaimed, leading you to your bedroom. jooyeon was old enough to sleep in his own bed but if he had the chance to sleep with you… on the biiiig bed… there’s no way he’d miss it for the world.

soon enough you were falling asleep with mr wolfy, jooyeon’s plushie, by your side.. and nugget, his another plushie. and five other plushies. and, above all, with your son snuggled comfortably next to you.

chan typed furiously, engrossed in his task. he didn’t even realise when felix walked into the room.

“hey, chan?”

he looked up, taken aback.

“what’s up?” chan asked, smiling softly. his features softened, looking at felix’s pensive face.

“see, i was talking to jihyo… you know, the other manager…” felix started. chan nodded — obviously he knew her. they meet once a month at the monthly evaluation “do you happen to be willing to go on a blind date?”

chan froze, eyes widening. he let out a nervous laugh, scratching his head.

“what is this about?” he asked, felix breaking into a smile.

“well you’re single, right? and apparently jihyo has a friend… so we just thought…” felix drifted off and took a deep breath “listen, i know i’m in no place to say it. but you’re my friend, we’ve known each other for years. and i feel like you should give it a shot. just once”

“but…” chan started, still not fully realising what’s going on

“don’t worry about it, i’m sure you’ll do well. literally everyone likes you, you know? me and jihyo can set up the date, just let me know if… that’s okay” felix breathed out, smiling softly. chan looked down and shook his head, shrugging.

“okay. just this once and only because you’re so kind about it” he scoffed. felix’s face lit up, eyes sparkling with joy.

“really?” he asked in shock. chan looked back at him and smiled

“really. but while you’re so euphoric, don’t forget to send me those audio files of the songs, okay?” chan dead serious. his friend nodded enthusiastically, leaving the room.

what the hell did he just agree to…?

fidgeting with his fingers chan stared at the people in the café. it was cozy, cutely decorated and full of plants. it’s not like he wasn’t here before, it was his friend’s cafe – seungmin’s. he knew all the staff, he was there to help with the decor and all. hell, he often worked there on his laptop with headphones in, in his own world (even though seungmin hated when he did that, apparently he scared the customers away)

he took a deep sigh and looked over at the counter. seungmin along with his two workers, momo and minho sent him thumbs up. of course, they knew about the date, felix had told them.

the door opened and he looked up, excited and nervous at the same time. his features dropped once he noticed it was an elder lady. letting out a scoff he checked the time. well, he was the one who was a bit earlier. would you be on time? or show up at all? he was thinking about–

“excuse me? are you chan?”

he looked up, blinking slowly. oh wow. you… you looked stunning.

“oh. yeah. yeah, that’s me” he nodded and stood up, reaching his hand out “y/n, i assume? jihyo’s friend?”

“yes” you smiled and shook his hand, sitting down “did you wait long?”

“oh, no… not really” he scratched his neck, glancing at his friends. they all sent him thumbs up “here’s the menu…”

“thank you. oh wow, the choices are…” you giggled nervously, reading all the drink and dessert descriptions. jooyeon would definitely like strawberry boom, whatever that was.

“i know, right?” chan tilted his head and adored your features. when jihyo said you’re pretty, he didn’t give it a much thought. he’d say the same thing about felix or his other friends too. but you… you were really angelic. and your smile was so sweet, he never wanted to see it disappear– “hm?”

“i’ll just go for an americano for now” you said and looked up “what about you?”

“i’ll get the strawberry cake, it’s really good. well, actually my friend owns the cafe so…” chan mumbled “… um, yeah. depends what you like, the lemon muffin is good too!”

“okay, if you recommend it then i’ll take it” you shot him a smile and before you could walk up to the counter, someone arrived at the table. your eyes widened upon seeing momo, a friend of jeongyeon’s. you talked a couple of times, she’s really nice but you didn’t know she worked here. in fact, didn’t she work at some dance studio…?

“hi, can i take your order?” she asked sweetly. chan’s gaze was focused on you. it warmed your heart because, well… momo was gorgeous. and he chose to look at you? a small thing but still…

“yes, i’ll take the strawberry cake and espresso. and for this beautiful lady, americano and lemon muffin” chan said, sending you a boyish smile. momo nodded

“iced or warm?” she asked you, winking.

“iced, please” you hummed and realised you still have your purse hung over your arm. momo walked away and you took the purse off, hanging it on the back of the chair.

“sorry if i’m awkward, i haven’t been on a date in a while” you chuckled and noticed chan’s gazed glued to your purse.

“the keychain” he hummed, pointing at it. you grabbed your purse and showed him the electric guitar keychain that was attached to the zipper “it’s cute”

“thank you. it’s a gift from a family member, i carry it everywhere” you hummed and watched chan’s eyes widen.

“were you perhaps at a party last week?” he asked, giggling when your face turned into shock while nodding “oh! so this is the mystery person i bumped into”

“what?!” you laughed loudly, uncontrollable grin plastered on your face “no way! i didn’t see your face then…”

“well me too but i remembered the guitar chain. i’m kind of a music freak… well, i do music for passion and work so it just… it just caught my eye” chan hummed, pointing at the item again “do you play?”

“oh, i used to when i was younger. and then boom, adult life, work, uni… i had to sell it to make ends meet. so, sadly, not anymore” you explained and nodded your head slowly. it was true.

however, a fact was that jooyeon gave it to you. well, he bought it somewhere when he was on a trip with his kindergarten. music ran in his veins ever since he was little. you still have those cute videos when he was younger and used pot lids as drum plates–

“–for a living?” chan’s question brought you back to life. momo arrived and placed your orders. letting out a small, amazed gasp you took out your phone to snap a picture. you’d show it later to jooyeon. maybe one day you could visit the café with him.

“i work in corpo. numbers, numbers and numbers. i wanna change my job but eh… is it worth the risk?” you answer and your life flashes in front of your eyes when your wallpaper appears on your phone.

obviously, it’s your son but you hoped chan didn’t see it. so you try to act like nothing happened: “this muffin is so cute i need to take a picture”

“honestly, understandable. if it wasn’t my millionth time here, i’d snap pics too” he hummed and realised that ever since you exchanged greetings, he would not stop smiling.

“done! ah, yours looks appetising too” you nod, the big strawberry on his cake as red as the guitar on your keychain.

as you two dive into the desserts, you continue your conversation. you’re surprised to come to a conclusion that after such a long time of not having dates, you weren’t stressed. and… you’re having fun?

jooyeon was doodling something next to you with his tongue stuck out while you were in the phone with jihyo and jeongyeon.

“so?! how was it?!” the former practically yelled, causing your son to look up curiously. he twirled his small pointer finger next to his temple and muttered “she’s crazy”, causing you to scoff and pat his head.

“weeell… it was nice. chan himself is veery handsome but also, so kind? it is a little suspicious now that i think about it” you hummed, subconsciously smiling at your son

“noo, please! we’ve known him for a while and trust me, this man doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body. a green flag, if you will” jengyeon whined “tell us more though!”

“well, we talked… had a nice dessert… and talked more. oh and also, we were at the café momo works at!” you said and stood up, going somewhere distant so jooyeon wouldn’t hear your next words

“we know, we did this on purpose so she could tell us the truth in case you ran away or something…” jihyo laughed, causing you to scoff “and girl! she told us you two just wouldn’t shut up! she said she could feel the chemistry from all the way over there”

a blush crept at your cheeks. was is that visible? he’s just… so cute. and smart. and funny. and–

“did you tell him?” jeongyeon cut in, long silence meeting her question. you could hear the heavy sigh she left “y/n–“

“i know but i panicked! it’s like a biggest turn off for a guy, no? like personally, i’d run away” you mumbled looking over at joo engrossed in his task, swinging his feet and humming happily “i’ll tell him next time, i promise”

“you better. WAIT, NEXT TIME?!” jihyo yelled out and all you could hear were squeals and screams. jooyeon jumped off the chair and grabbed the paper sheet he was drawing on

“yes, next time. we’re having a second date next week and he gave me his number” you squealed too, unable to control the excitement. jooyeon grinned and run up to you, handing you the paper with anticipation.

he drew both of you with guitars in your hands. well, you were also holding hands. a lot of hearts and something that looked like a wolf in the corner. there was also a big, crooked but colourful ‘for my beatifull mommy’.

you leaned down and pressed a kiss onto his forehead.

“thank you, my little rockstar. i love you” you hummed, deciding to ignore the typo he made. it’s the gesture that counts.

the next date was a surprise. chan texted you to meet at their company, and because you work close, you agreed. he told you you two would drive for an hour, but he promised it’d be worth the wait.

leaving jooyeon with yuna (who complimented your outfit from head to toe, as if she was the one taking you on said date), you were off.

you arrived at the jyp building, almost pretty sure that jeongyeon and jihyo were watching you somewhere from their offices.

chan was standing there, in his suit and tie loosened a bit with a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand. you gasped and that caught his attention, turning around.

“oh, you’re here!” he smiled brightly. approaching him, you noticed the flowers were probably a picked set; petals mostly white and in pink shades “this is for you~”

“oh… oh wow. i’m… woah, thank you” you smiled widely, warmth spreading across your body. you couldn’t remember the last time a man gave you flowers (except jooyeon, every year on mother’s day… and literally every time he saw a pretty flower and picked it) “they’re are really beautiful”

“i know, right? i thought about you when i saw them but… you’re prettier” chan smiled cheekily and blood rushed to your cheeks. mumbling a quiet, almost incoherent ‘thank you’ he giggled, pointing at something “my car is parked over there. i didn’t think this through though because there’s no water. hopefully the flowers won’t dry out”

“even if they do, i’ll keep them. dried petals really have their own charm” you hummed, smelling them. you followed chan to his car and he opened the door for you with a charming smile. the vehicle itself was way bigger and more expensive than your own. and way more comfortable. and clean. well, chan probably didn’t have a messy five year old to begin with so maybe that’s why. or maybe he’s just a neat man who likes his environment clean and squeaky? that would be nice but then again, with jooyeon nothing ever is clean.

the drive went fast, way too fast. maybe because there was not a moment of dull conversation with chan and you were truly enjoying yourself. in fact, you didn’t even notice when you arrived at a parking. it was surrounded by tall grass, preventing you to see what’s around.

you left the car, leaving the flowers on your seat and chan joined your side.

“so… how’d you meet jihyo and jeongyeon?” he asked, genuinely curious. you followed him and noticed a beach. letting out a small gasp you took off your shoes, grabbing them in your free hand. chan did the same, leaving your left hand and his right one free.

“well… i had a boyfriend in high school. and one day a girl came up to me and gently explained that she thinks my boyfriend is dating someone else. i was surprised, to say at least and i didn’t even want to believe her. but she was like “girl, you need to believe me! let’s talk to his other girlfriend”… so we did. we realised it makes sense, the girl even showed us pictures she took” you giggled at the memory, suddenly – for a brief moment – feeling how his hand brushes against yours “the girl was jihyo, the other girlfriend was jeongyeon. we decided we want to expose him. in the meantime we asked jihyo why she’s helping us and she told us that he asked her out! can you believe it?”

“what a dickhead” chan grunted, amused smile dancing on his lips. he was listening to you, eyes adoring your face.

“i know, right?” you chuckled and when your hands brushed again, you noticed how the tips of his ears turned pink. cute. “so we exposed him, when he was on a ‘date’ with jihyo. we were sixteen so we just, you know… publicly said this and that. i think jihyo told her friends and the word spread he’s a pathetic liar. but our friendship stayed”

“oh woah. i thought it was just like, clicking after working on a project together but this was way more than i could imagine” he laughed and you joined him.

“yeah, it’s an unusual story. how about you? i’m guessing you met her through work stuff?” you tilted your head.

“mhm, exactly. when i was picked as a manager she congratulated me. then we just started meeting at the monthly meetings for managers and chatted during the breaks” he said and then shook his head “with all due respect, enough about jihyo. i wanna know something about you”

“well, what would you like to know?” you hummed.

while you took a walk, chatting about his career, your passions and his travels, the sun set beautifully at the horizon. once the pastel pinks and oranges morphed into navy sky, stars peeking one by one, you decided to return back to the car.

and that’s when you realised chan lost the shoes he was holding. trying to look for it, which was hard not only due to the darkness but also the uncontrollable laughter you two couldn’t contain, you still chatted. that’s when you found out he’s from australia (“oh woah, i always wanted to go there!”) and that he has a dog, berry. just when you said that you were thinking of getting a dog too (well, more like jooyeon wanted a puppy), chan found his shoes.

they were in the sand, waves moving them around. just as he was about to take them, water came. chan yelped, giggling and backing off. you followed him but then realised the shoes were being taken away by the sea. since you had on a sundress and he was in pants, you decided to walk into the water to grab them.

“no, y/n!” chan called but you were already almost knee deep, taking his shoes. you showed them to him and walked up, scratching your head.

“uhm… i don’t think they’ll be useful anymore” you grunted and before you gave him the shoes, chan took off his blazer. placing it slowly on your arms, he took the wet shoes.

“we’ll see. thank you though, you didn’t have to” he laughed.

only when you entered the car, did you realise how late it had gotten. you texted yuna that you’d be back in an hour and offered for her to sleep at your place. she didn’t read the message, so you assumed she might be already asleep.

chan was so kind as to drop you off right at your doorstep. stepping out of the car, he walked you to the door with a shy smile. the flowers in your hand dried a bit but maybe, hopefully, you’d be able to save them.

“thank you for today” you said with a soft smile, slowly walking up to the door “i had a really fun time”

“me too. seriously, i enjoy spending time with you” chan hummed, his hands behind his back. you had a feeling he wanted to say something else

“the beach was really pretty as well. and thank you for the flowers, i’ll try to bring them back to life” a chuckle left your lips and he grinned “if… uhm…”

“we can do this again sometime” he caught on and smiled boyishly “i’m open to suggestions what fo you want to do next time”

“well, i’ll think about it. and… good night, chan. drive safe and sleep well” you said slowly and took a deep breath before quickly pecking his cheek. chan’s ears turned red as you put in the code to the staircase.

“g-good night, y/n!” he stuttered quickly as you walked in. sending him a warm smile before you went to the elevator, off you were.

chan checked if you’re really gone and started giggling like crazy, fingers gently caressing the spot you placed a kiss on.

during your third date with chan, after texting him all the time you decided to go to the cinema. you paid in advance for the tickets when you decided to see oppenheimer (only because you’ve already seen barbie with your friends). laughing at chan’s reaction when he realised, he promised to pay next time.

but in the middle of the movie you got a phone call. you’d decline it but as soon as you noticed it’s jihyo (because she was staying with jooyeon today), you rushed out of the room telling chan you’re going to the bathroom.

“yes? what’s happening?” you asked as soon as you left, going to sit at the nearby bench.

“pfff… one phone call and you already assume something is happening. well, actually right now…” jihyo started and your heart dropped when you heard jooyeon crying in the background.

“jihyo. what happened?” you hissed, anxiously gripping your knee.

“well, i don’t really know. i was watching the news and doing some paperwork while he was jooyeoning in the background, when suddenly he started crying. i checked if he hurt himself, nothing. he won’t tell me why, he won’t hug me… i don’t know what to do. he told me not to call you but i’m getting nervous” jihyo said and you could tell by the speed of her speech. taking a deep breath, you nodded.

“hand the phone to joo, please” you breathed out and soon you heard your son’s choked sobs. “jooyeonnie?”

“mom…” he sniffled and suddenly started yelling “you’re a liar! you’re gonna leave me just like daddy did! you– you–! i hate you–!”

“hey, hey… calm down, joo. what’s going on? mommy is never going to leave you” you whispered, heart shattering. what is going on?

“you will! you’re a liar! and you’ll leave auntie yuna and auntie jihyo and– and auntie jeongyeon too! you’re a bad, ugly liar” jooyeon started hyperventilating, sobs and cries only audible on the other side of the phone

“jooyeonnie… i’d never leave you, i promise! mommy will be back in a second, alright? do you want me to buy you a snack on my way home? anything you want, my precious baby” you cooed, heart thumping in your chest. did someone say something in the kindergarten?

silence. long silence.

“dino nuggets…” jooyeonnie murmured, sniffling again.

“got it. i’ll be back in ten minutes, dear” you gulped, standing up “love you so much. i’ll be back soon, hold on okay?”

you hung up and hid your phone back in your bag. running your hands through your hair as your mind raced. what happened? who made joo think this way? why–

“y/n?”

you looked up and saw chan walking your way. great.

“are you okay? i got worried, you…” he stopped, smile dropping “you’re pale, did something happen?”

yes. your son – about who you didn’t tell him yet – is bawling his eyes out at home, god knows why. and you’re terrified. parenting books didn’t prepare you for any of this.

“i… i don’t feel too good. i’m sorry, i think i’ll go home” you mumbled, sending him a sad look “i’d love to stay but…”

“hey, hey. i understand. absolutely don’t worry. do you want me to drive you home?” he asked, voice genuinely filled with worry. it made your stomach flip, it was something truly heartwarming.

“no, no it’s okay. i’ll take a painkiller and go to sleep but i’ll let you know once i feel better. again, i’m sorry for ruining our date” you mumbled. chan took your hands in his and caressed it with his thumbs.

“please don’t worry about anything, okay?” he hummed and squeezed your hands “are you sure you’ll go home on your own?”

“yes, i am. i’ll keep you updated. again, i’m so–“ you started but chan shook his head.

“don’t be” he said softly and let you go. you sent him an apologetic smile and walked away. chan observed you until you were gone from his sight.

you were home quickly, with dino nuggets and some other necessities (gummy bears and ice cream). swinging the door open you almost dropped the groceries, running up to jooyeon. he wasn’t crying anymore, which was good but now he was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. pouting. ah. he’s more angry than sad now.

“jooyeonnie, i’m here” you breathed out, giving jihyo a look. she nodded and took the groceries, preparing to heat up the nuggets for jooyeon “will you talk to me? please. did someone say something bad?”

he put his lips into a right line, looking away.

“you’re a liar. you’ll leave me, just like daddy. even auntie jihyo said she’s scared of you leaving” he huffed, lower lip trembling. you sent jihyo a piercing look to which she only mouthed ‘it was a joke’.

you sat up and wrapped an arm around him. joo slapped your hand, wriggling away.

“i won’t leave, baby. what made you think that way, sweetie?” you asked quietly.

jooyeon sighed deeply.

“the guy”

you looked at jihyo, frowning. she shrugged.

“what guy?” you asked. jooyeon puffed his cheeks.

“auntie jihyo said you’re seeing a guy and in a blink of an eye you’ll leave them. and if you’ll leave them, you’ll leave me” he grunted.

oh.

“baby…” you whined, pouting “that’s not…”

“and– and you will disappear, just like dad! the guy will take you away!” jooyeon whined and finally looked at you, cheeks and lashes still wet from tears.

“he will not. your dad was a pu– scaredy cat. he was scared, that’s why he left. i will never… ever, ever leave you, joo!” you smiled and squished his small cheeks “yes, i am seeing a guy. but even if i like him and i’d like him to be my boyfriend, i won’t leave you. we’re a pack, you know? whoever would want me, has to want you too, hm?”

“was dad scared of me?” jooyeon asked, eyes tearing up again.

“oh no no no! he was… how to say it… he was scared of the responsibilities” you sighed. well, technically joo’s dad was scared of him but that’s not a conversation for now, with a five year old “you’re not the reason, okay? if anyone said anything to you…”

he shook his head slowly. so this was the case. poor jooyeon was just scared and… in fact, you did neglect him lately. you didn’t… you didn’t even ask him about his day. after picking him up from kindergarten you went straight away to dress up for the date–

“if that would make you feel better… if there’s a guy i’m seeing, you’ll have to accept him. or not. if you don’t like him, you tell me. we have a deal?” you cocked your head and reached your hand out.

“m’kay…” he murmured and his smaller hand squeezed yours. you pulled him into a hug, hiding your nose in his hair.

“i’m sorry i made you feel that way” you mumbled. jihyo came over, sniffling. sending her a shocked look you realised she’s… crying.

“i have dino nuggets!” she said cheerfully despite her voice trembling. jooyeon leaned away and pecked your cheek before aiming for the nuggets. you let him eat and looked at jihyo.

“what? you made me emotional. can we approve the guy too?” your friend mumbled. you nodded and scoffing, you hugged her too.

during your fourth date with chan – and yet another one during which you didn’t tell him about jooyeon – you were currently strolling down the street, coffee in your hands. well, you drank yours. having a small chat you couldn’t help but giggle when he told you about the time he mistakenly took wrong pendrive to work. resulting in showing his boss a presentation he made for a powerpoint night with his friends, titled: “why felix eating chicken is cannibalism”. you were about to ask him how on earth he didn’t get fired when–

suddenly your heart dropped and everything started happening in slow motion.

jeongyeon and jooyeon walking from around the corner, holding hands. jeongyeon was talking to him, smiling and your son was engrossed in the conversation. he was holding a small flower. his ebony eyes noticed you and widened, sparks of joy. his lips opening, a tiny hand of his letting go jeongyeon’s. and then you heard it.

“mommy!”

joo ran your way, almost dropping the flower. chan was still clueless, eyes laser focused on your features. once he realised something’s wrong, jooyeon was close. your instinct told you to squat and open your arms to hug him, so you did. joo’s body hit yours, tiny hands wrapping around your neck.

“hiya mommy!”

you hugged jooyeon back and leaned away, tucking a strand of his longish hair that stuck to his forehead. was that paint–?

“hi baby” you whispered, barely audible. jeongyeon walked up, panting. finally you looked at chan, heart pounding against your rib cage as if it was about to break any second. you couldn’t read him. sure, his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were widened but…

only when you picked up jooyeon and came back to chan’s eye level, there it was. the reaction you knew too damn well. features dropping, shock morphing into realisation. next was…

“that’s… that’s your kid?” chan spat out. jeongyeon squinted, jaw tensing. she liked chan, sure. he was a nice guy and a hardworking manager. but what he was about to say could completely change her point of view.

“yes” you mumbled faintly, sending him a weak smile “it’s my son–“

“you didn’t tell me. i get it, not saying anything about– i don’t fuc… know, a goldfish when you were nine but a child“ anger. anger was next and now there will be– “y/n… i’m disappointed”

your heart dropped. you had a small flame of hope that he won’t be like the other guys. he won’t run away, he won’t judge. but no. despite all the fun time and genuine softness of his character chan was like every single man you’ve met before.

“i can explain–!” a pathetic whine ripped out of your throat, making jooyeon tilt his head.

“i don’t… i need to go. we’ll talk later” was all he said before walking away.

jeongyeon quickly came over and took jooyeon from your hands. truly, you were thankful for that. as your heart shattered into pieces, your knees went weak. you wanted to lay down on the sidewalk and cry; no, wail.

looking at jooyeon and then jeongyeon, you took a deep breath. no. you’ll have to wait until later. you don’t want him to see you cry. your friend’s face was saying ‘told you so, you should’ve have told him sooner’ but her hand met yours and gave it a small squeeze.

“i’m sorry” she whispered and nudged your arm. jooyeon poked you and gave you the flower he was holding “let’s go home, hm?”

the next two weeks were tough. chan left you on read, so you gave up on texting him. the worst part was that you knew it’s your fault. you should’ve told him earlier. but… you really thought he’s different. he really was, so caring and soft; he didn’t want just to hop in your bed. but in the end, he’s just like others.

jihyo and jeongyeon wanted to kill him. yuna too, even though she didn’t know him. the girls told you that he’s off ever since that day. jihyo didn’t talk to him, only sending cold looks his way. chan seemed… ashamed every time they met. especially jeongyeon. in fact, he seemed to avoid them.

jooyeon was a sweetheart, though. you weren’t sure if he understood but he knew something was wrong. he tried to cheer you up and it worked. how could it not? he’s adorable himself. bringing drawings and flowers from kindergarten or just watching him experiment on the garage band with a huge smile on his face. just having joo around was enough.

one day, he invited his friends over. it was quite a challenge: five other boys running around in your living room. but their laughs were contagious. while most of them, including junhan’s. he was the most shy one, clinging to you and peeking at the boys. joo though, being the happy virus he is, dragged him away from you and they ran to his room. when you wanted to take a look what’s going on, the oldest and the boldest pushed you out.

so you decided to do some paperwork, a sitcom playing in the background. from time to time you heard shouts and sounds of footsteps… and metal lids smashing against each other. guess they were playing the band game.

smiling upon remembering the times you used to do that with jooyeon while you still had your guitar, there was a doorbell ring.

gaon, one of the boys run out.

“if that’s my mom tell her i’m not here!” he yelled and ran away back to joo’s room. scoffing, you walked closer to the door. how would that even work? if you were to say that, his mom would lose her mind. it was the whole purpose of inviting them so they’re here–

“hi”

your eyes widened. opening the door, you were met with chan. he was holding a huge bouquet of flowers, biting his lower lip anxiously. you were so stunned, you couldn’t mutter a word.

“i’m… can we talk?” he asked, sparks of hope in his ebony eyes. he was dressed like usual, black from head to toe. you on the other hand… already in your pyjamas–

“i, uh… sure, i guess. come in. or no… see… joo has friends over and–“ you started and got interrupted by a loud metal noise. ah yes, the drums. sending chan an apologetic smile, you sighed “yup. that’s exactly what i was going to say”

chan smiled, nodding.

“it’s fine. those are for you. i know this isn’t enough to make up for how i reacted but…” he handed you the flowers. while you rushed to put them in a vase, chan stepped in and closed the door.

his lips subconsciously curled into a smile while he looked around your place. tiny shoes all over the floor, crayons and papers laying around, cars and legos splattered everywhere. there were plenty of pictures too. most of them were just your son. some of them were jihyo, jeongyeon and you. and your son, again. or some pictures with your parents, like on your graduation day. and another one: your parents, you and your son.

“okay, come in. take your shoes off, it’s already a mess. do you, uhm… want some coffee?” you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. he shook his head as a no.

“no, thank you. listen y/n… i’m sorry” chan said, looking into your eyes. you were shocked, mouth slightly parting. he let out a nervous laugh “i’ve been acting like a total idiot since then but i needed some time to think, i’m sorry”

“yeah, i mean– it was kind of a bomb, wasn’t it?” you scoff. chan noticed a glint of bitterness on your face.

“can we sit down? i feel like–“ he started. you led him to the couch, quickly moving away the small, plastic plates boys left after dinner.

when you were settled down, you turned off the tv. there was comfortable silence, only filled with background noises of faint music coming from joo’s room.

“again, i’m so fucking sorry. y/n, i just… you are really the girl of my dreams. i don’t think i’ve ever met someone who understood me so well, who i just had this flow with. and i truly like you, i really do. i… i know the way i reacted was shitty. but… maybe if you told me…” chan finished hesistantly, scanning your face to see your reaction “truth be told, i needed to think it through. i had so many thoughts but… why, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

you let out a deep sigh, looking down. at his neat black pants and your messy pyjama ones.

“because i did it before. and each time i was met with the same reaction. either a nasty comment or a weird look, and all of them ended up in eventually leaving me without word. or a word as in ��listen, you’re cute but the kid”–“ you took a deep breath, feeling yourself bubble up. chan grabbed your hand and squeezed it “and, and i was so tired of that. it was so selfish of me and unfair for you and even jooyeon but… for a moment i wanted to feel loved. wanted to have fun. i wanted to cherish those moments because i knew you’d leave too and–“

crystal tears started running down your cheeks. chan pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. one hand at the back of your head, caressing your hair soothingly.

“and it’s awful; i’m awful. joo thought i’d leave him for you and i knew you’d leave me because of him. it’s never ending circle and i’ll be alone forever and joo will think it’s his fault and–“ you hiccuped, not realising you’re rambling “and- and i really liked you and your reaction hurt me but it was fully my fault…”

“hey. hey, y/n. calm down, it’s okay” chan whispered, lulling you in his arms. you gradually calmed down, the feeling was full of comfort. comfort and closeness you needed. such a simple move, yet it had soothing effect. this made you realise why joo loved to be out to sleep this way.

leaning away from chan when you finally gained the strength to, he wiped your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, from the bottom of my heart. neither of us didn’t handle it properly. we’re human, we make mistakes. but then we learn. i understand now why… why you were scared. and i’m so… pissed. because listen, y/n” he said, voice stern but not in a disturbing way. his calloused hands took your smaller in his “despite the way i reacted i realised i like you. and… if there’s… joo… then– then it is a bit of a challenge. but when i was thinking about it and did the math… you were 20. alone, young. during studies, during work. you were so brave. you still are. and you handled it on your own. so why i, a man, should be scared of helping you?”

your eyes teared up again, heart beating against your rib cage unusually hard.

“well, i am. because i don’t know how you’ll react, or if he’ll like me, or maybe because simply i’m new to this. but… as i said… i like you. and i really want to spend more time with you. if that means taking care of your son, i’m willing to do so to” chan smiled, dimples showing “especially if he’s as funny as his mom”

suddenly you heard footsteps and giggles, followed by a sudden gasp.

“no mrs lee! i’ll save you!” the oldest boy, gunil, shouted. before you could react, chan was getting beaten up with pillows by six kids. even the shy junhan.

he started laughing and fought back, gently of course.

“does anyone here have tickles?!” chan hummed and the boys squealed, backing away.

“who’s that?” jooyeon asked, tugging your t-shirt.

“he’s a friend of mine. chan. can he watch your performance too?” you asked. chan’s ears perked up.

“performance?” he repeated. jooyeon nodded proudly.

“yes! but our music is for vips only!” seungmin added and just now you realised they grabbed the keyboard from joo’s room. jungsu, seated next to him, nodded shyly.

“okay! i’m a music producer so if you guys want i can give you some tips…?” chan asked, sending you a smile.

“pft! auntie jeongyeon and jihyo are music producers too, they gave us tips already!” joo grunted, walking away “anyway… is the audience ready?”

chan nodded enthusiastically and scooted closer to you. watching the six boys perform, chan sneaked his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers. with a squeeze of his hand your heart skipped a beat; you finally met the right person.

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silassinclair · 1 month

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Hello there! So this is my first time requesting since i just started following you. So let me tell you, your Yandere Wild West Outlaw got me absolutley smitten and obsessed! i love your writing so much!!

Anyway back to the main subject and on with the request.

What about Maddox with an EXTRA Sassy darling. Like, full of and fluent on sarcasm (the kind that makes you go: DAAAAMN). The darlin' has a sharp tongue and retorts for any kind of bad words might be thrown towards her (and maybe, way later in the relationship, towards Maddox too). From really polite f-u's to tge sthraightfoward ones, she can reply and roast anyone.

Oh and a bonus head cannon (a little something that came to mind) after reading about the wedding rings. I can totally imagine the darling going from questioning about where Maddox "buys" all the weird gifts to just becoming immune, later in the relationship. Let's say Maddox comes back (to the temporary) home with a very strange object, like A very expensive porcelain/china vase and the darling just goes: "oh thank you. Please put it on the table. I'll be done with the soup and then take care of it"

Yea anyway i'll stop rambling now.

Sorry for the bad english. It's not my first language and it is past midnight here.

Have a great day/night ✨

We love sassy girlboss Y/n’s here. Thank you for submitting this request anon!! Hope it is to your liking <3

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sassy Reader

CW// Y/n is a bully, Maddox gets his ego hurt, Maddox gets angry, Maddox is dumb

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Maddox immediately knew that you were a spitfire when he first had a conversation with you. You weren’t the typical damsel in distress who when captured by the evil outlaw you’re forced into submission.

Oh no. There’s not a drop of submission in your body.

Maddox thought you would be useful to have around. You’d be his own personal maid! Maybe even like a housewife. But no…

“Clean my laundry if ya’ wanna live to see anotha’ day.”

“Alright alright, calm your tits. What should I clean first? The shirt with sweat marinated into the fabric or the undies with shit stains?”

“THERE AIN’T ANY SHIT ON MY UNDIES MISSY! IT’S DIRT!”

You’re a total pain in the ass. Whenever he tried to act cool or intimidating you’d immediately shoot it down with your words.

He hates it when you ruin his moment in front of other people.

He got really pissed after you made a jab at him in the middle of a duel.

“It’s just you an’ me boy. But we both know who’ll be standin’ by the end of this.”

“Hopefully it isn’t you.”

“SHUT UP Y/N! GET YOUR TUSH BACK INSIDE, I’M TRYNA’ HAVE A DUEL!”

Punishes you by tying you up and leaving you outside for the night.

He ignores your complaints about coyotes or rattlesnakes. He needs you to shut your mouth and give him some peace.

After that night of punishment though he noticed how you wouldn’t really talk to him often.

“Go shine my boots. And I don’t wanna hear a single complaint outta ya’.”

“Okay.”

“…”

Okaay so he fucked up.

The days drag on so slow without your quips and jabs! He never realized how funny the things you said are now that you’re gone.

Well you’re not gone, just more closed off now. But you may as well be gone. This isn’t like you at all to be so quiet and reclusive!

Maybe he was too rough in you? He did kill your Father and force you to be his housewife maid.

So doing what he does worst, he apologizes.

“Hey, ‘bout that one time I left ya’ outside. I realize that was silly of me cus ya’ coulda gotten eaten. So that was my bad.”

“So you’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

He’s brushing Jasper’s fur, telling the horse how good he is. Cleaning Jasper is the only chore Maddox likes to do himself.

You’re sitting on a tree stump watching the man talk to his horse.

“You know Jasper’s a horse right?”

“Oh really? I thought he was a dog.”

The small smirk on your face after his little quip made Maddox feel like a million bucks.

That’s when he learned that he likes seeing you happy.

After the “Marriage”: (Read about it Here)

“Uhm what’s all this?” You ask your unofficial husband.

“This-”

He puts a brown sack down on the table. The sound of the contents inside clang together as he dumps it all out. A dozen chipped fine china plates come out.

“Is how we make our house a home sweetness. I hear housewives go crazy over fancy dishes n’ shit.”

Maddox stands there with a proud grin underneath his masked face. (He still hasn’t showed you his face yet btw.) He was like a dog showing his owner how good he is at retrieving sticks when playing fetch.

You look at him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow. “And where did you happen to come across such fine china may I ask?”

He shrugs and comes around the table to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“A buddy gave em to me.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear.

“Did you hold your so called buddy at gunpoint?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

You groan and shakes your head back and forth. “Maddox you know you can’t just go around taking people’s stuff! Now the sheriff was probably alerted and is looking for you now. And why did you steal a bunch of plates!? Jasper can’t carry all this shit! We should only have what is necessary for survival you brute. Are you even listening to me!?”

But he only looks at you with lovesick eyes as you complain about how stupid he is.

“Princess did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” His hands go lower down your waist.

Rolling your eyes you smack his hands and leave his embrace, leaving him standing by himself like a kicked puppy.

“I have a meal to make so set the table with those plates you got. And no more stealing people’s things!”

“Yes ma’am.”

I appreciate all the requests that come in!! But I just want to remind all of you about my rules and that I do NOT write Y/n as a specific race. My writing is for everybody to enjoy!! She’s race ambiguous. Many people request that I write a Black Y/n but I’m not black so I won’t be doing that. If I write for a specific race then I feel like I’d just be stereotyping what black people are supposed to act like. So please don’t ask me to write for a Y/n that is a specific race. Thank you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #obsession #western #cowboy #maddox graves

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gotham-daydreams · 7 months

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i’ve been rereading your not [] series and WOWOWOWOWOW i love it sm. the writing? mwah chefs kiss 🤌🏽 the soul crushing loneliness is felt throughout the whole series and as the reader i can really feel every single emotion y/n goes through while reading it’s amazing. i’m excited for part three to see how it all goes down most importantly y/n’s reaction. i can only imagine the intense anger they’ll probably have after getting taken back to the manor. they’ll be angry cuz of the kidnapping thing but also it took them going missing for their family to acknowledge them. that’s a whole different type of anger and frustration. trying practically all your life to get your family’s attention, to them notice your there, all for it to be vain but the moment you’re gone and don’t exist, just like they’ve been treating your whole life, suddenly they notice. they felt guilty after realizing the damage they’ve done to you and just NOW they want to fix even though you’ll probably be carrying the trauma of the neglect for life so what’s the point of trying to fix it now? especially at this big age? the anger y/n must feel at this is insane. there’s also the fact that if y/n *does* want to give in to the sudden affection there’s that fear they’ll just leave again. they get kidnapped, imprison in what was their once home with high security, are being bomb with a bunch of love from their family they’ve never received before and then suddenly it’s gone, all their left with is just their freedom being taken away. y/n most likely feels intense anger, maybe even hatred, at their current actions but also fear of their future ones. it’s the perfect soup of angst and mannnn i’m eating it up.

sorry for the ramble i just wanted to let out my thoughts on your series but to sum it up i LOOVE your series and i’m patiently waiting for your next chapter to continue to see what of y/n’s fate becomes 🫶🏽

I'm so glad you're enjoying the series!!! And oh my god I love your interpretation as well!!!

As I've kind of stated/hinted at through various posts (I promise a masterlist will be made soon because there is a lot of things now that are piling up-), I don't really tend for Y/n in the "Not [ ]" series to get kidnapped just yet (not in part 3 anyways), but I think we all know that it's bound to happen considering things. And it will!

Honestly, I think a lot of people are kind of overestimating how 'loud' Y/n's anger, frustration, hurt, and pain will be in part 3, and it does make me a little worried about the reception of it. However, depending on one's interpretation, what the reader does instead can make the angst that much heavier. Because, well. They don't get that 'relief' that can sometimes come with shouting out your problems to the world- especially to the person that caused you such pain for such a long time, as it is also kind of acts like an unmistakable "hey!!! i'm fucked up and it's all your fault!!! i'll never forgive you for this and want nothing to do with you!!!" message. Though it is a mix within itself.

However, you are right, honestly!

Y/n in the start of the "Not [ ]" series is upset enough. Not only towards the family, but all the time they feel like they've wasted to try and just have a chance to just... get something they never had. All they wanted was a relationship, some kind of connection with anyone in the family besides Alfred, anything. Which is also mentioned in "Not Tonight" as there is that repeating theme/mention of Y/n doing too much but receiving so little, if not, nothing at all, for their efforts.

So just knowing that — as you've said — it basically took them essentially 'giving up' and being gone for months, for the Batfam to notice them? To try and even attempt to give not even half of what the reader had tried to before? Yet was rejected at every twist and turn? Up until this point?

Yeah, no. Y/n is plenty pissed, and incredibly hurt. Among other things as it's just... too little too late. Way too late.

Yet why I also say that I feel as if others overestimate how Y/n is going to express their anger, and how loud about it they're going to be, is because... well- this is a small kind of character spoiler, I guess, but they feel so detached from the family that the very thought of the Batfam even looking for them, is unfathomable. They don't realize at first how the Batfam is looking for them (despite the obvious signs), because it's never happened before, not even on accident.

They never got saved when they got into fights. They never got help when shit got tough. They were never heard, seen or even acknowledged in the house besides Alfred unless they initiated the 'conversation'. Why would they think that anyone who's acted to them like that, and wouldn't even let them exist in their space for a few minutes, go out searching for them? To put in even the smallest effort towards finding them — and because they were worried for Y/n's health no less — and not because they were the absolute last resort? They wouldn't. They don't.

It's a part of why part 3 goes the way it does, but again-its a part. The other pieces make it bad as well. Though that's all the spoilers I'm willing to give on that, which will go more indepth in part 3 itself (hopefully).

Basically, Y/n is a mess. Everyone is in a way, and that's what makes everything go to hell.

Y/n is angry, yes, but it starts quiet before it gets loud. Along with everything else.

So if and when Y/n does get kidnapped... hm.

I did say in a previous ask that depending on how it goes that Y/n would fight back if they're able to and such depending on how the kidnapping itself goes. And though I won't say much on Y/n's reaction in case it does go into future parts if more than 4 are made, I will say that you're right to assume that Y/n is incredibly pissed. You're also right on the whole idea with them being worried about the family basically neglecting them all over again, when everything is said and done. And that's great!

It's a mix. A whole push-and-pull deal where, yeah, even if more shit hits the fan- their own trauma will, in a way, protect them as well as make their life more miserable than it already is. Y/n'll probably never be able to naturally get close with the Batfam, not without 'help' anyway.

But these are yanderes. Their definition of 'help' is a little... twisted.

Though, yeah! And don't worry about rambling- I clearly do the same seeing as I think this whole post is almost just as long as what you wrote. So it's fine! If anything I really did enjoy reading it! Seeing all these different interpretations, and thoughts about the series and other things is incredibly interesting and I love it a lot! Especially with Part 3 on the rise.

#talking daydreams #platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #yandere x gn reader #sibling reader #gn reader #yandere dc #platonic yandere #neglected reader #i still find it funny how that got me rambling too- lol!#sorry if these thoughts are a mess and unclear my brain is kind of dying at the moment

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leoneliterary · 14 days

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Reading Poldi’s POV on patreon makes me appreciate the dancer background for MC even more since it sort of the opposite of Poldi

Let me explain: Poldi has everything, he comes from an important family, he is inclined to magic, top of his class, etc… but the one thing he lacks, his one downfall is his lack of self control

MC on the other hand has nothing except self control, which is what saves them after the chase, and probably gets reinforced since dance is all about controlling one’s body.

Ultimately what “doomed” MC was Poldi misplaced belief he can fix everything because “he’s the best right?”

Seems to carry over to his adult years with his response to MC in the dream

“STOP, CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU”

Sensing a theme here…

Sorry for the long ramble, love your writing <3

I love your analysis anon! (You might be right about that theme...)

When you think about it, the MC and Poldi are opposites to the core. No matter how cocky the MC may act, no matter how aggressive, or calculating, the MC has humble origins and has always had to be disciplined. The MC has been exposed to new skills, new situations, and has had no choice but to adapt and excel. Even in the quest for vengeance, that's a lot of time and patience to look for clues and answers, and the MC has been doing that for years!

I wonder if the years have made Poldi more disciplined?

Anyway, thank you for sending this, and I love to hear y'all's thoughts on the story like this.

#interactive fiction #honor amongst thieves #if wip #game development #interactive novel #worldbuilding #hat if #patreon #Poldi #Sancus Poldimus of House Poldimus

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nutal · 1 month

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What are some of your head canons for Adam and Lute?

omg this is a GREAT question anon thank you so much for this mwahahahah 😈 OK ANYWAY BUCKLE UP

- They both have some sort of act they put on but in two entirely different ways, for Lute it’s a cold, untouchable front, and for Adam it’s an overly confident, boastful attitude. When the two really start connecting with each other intimately, those walls slowly start to come down and they kind of go hand in hand. Adam would probably be pretty insecure underneath all of his narcissism due to the fear of being left behind, and Lute would likely let her coldness dissipate in the face of something like that. And after one of those heart-to-hearts Adam probably would say something like “…yeah, but don’t get the wrong idea or anything cuz I still totally rock babe HAH.”

- Adam probably wakes Lute up in the middle of the night to talk about some REALLY stupid bs but Lute will listen regardless of what time it is in admiration of her dumbass boyfriend. <3

- Whenever Adam is trying to make a point about something while just casually rambling on about whatever, sometimes he’ll just stop and say “I mean, c’mon, you agree with me Lute right? RIGHT?”

- Adam uses pet names 24/7 and Lute simply does not care to use them at all but she enjoys it when Adam does, even if his ideas of pet names can get a little odd sometimes. Like wtf is “dangertits” LMAOO

- You can tell Lute is really being vulnerable in front of Adam when she starts calling him by his actual name instead of “Sir.” *cough cough* that one episode 8 scene☹️. As much as Adam doesn’t want to admit it, that shit hits him pretty hard.

- In an AU where these two are living as normal human beings on Earth, Adam brings Lute to every rock festival/concert imaginable and he would absolutely geek out about every single band that came on stage to her. “LUTE ITS FUCKING SLAYER BITCH!!! HOLY SHIT!! THE SLAYER THAT MADE REIGN IN BLOOD, HELLOOO?” Lute enjoys each second of it.

- Talking about what canonically happened for a second (even though I’m still in denial), after Adam’s death, Lute sometimes visits his room, tending to it as she feels morally wrong leaving it alone to be and damaged and decayed by time. Plus, it’s a duty that all of Heaven’s quarters be kept maintained as to keep a good image. One day, Lute accidentally stumbles upon a dusted mixtape Adam had on one of his shelves, with a note attached to it saying, “For my awesome lieutenant after we kick ass at extermination”, and yet, he never got the chance to give it to her.

SORRY GUYS I HAD TO WITH THAT LAST ONE MY FAULT GANG ADAM IS DEFINITELY TOTALLY ALIVE! HAHA… ok anyways hoped u guys enjoyed this cuz i would love to make more in the future

I LOVE GUITARSPEAR/GUARDROCK/GUITARSWORD! THEY STAY WINNING!! 🎸⚔️

#guitarspear #guitarsword #guardrock #hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin #nutals asks!#nutals headcanons!#THEY ARE MY EVERYTHING

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 3 months

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your writing has me wrapped in a chokehold. can I request?

how about a male!reader fic where he's just. hopelessly in love with windmaster and he thinks/firmly believes that windmaster hates him. angsty fic plz? thank you :3

Why Not Me

Shi QingXuan x M!reader

For my piece of mind I'm probably going to call him wind master most of the time but I'll try putting his name in there too.

Nvm I'll call him A-Qingxuan

Putting A in front of someone's name means close familiarity

Also I'm sorry it took so long I have strep

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You're used to standing to the side but you love Shi QingXuan anyways. Of course you and him are very close and have known each other for a long time. So long that you can call him, A-Qingxuan comfortably.

Shi QingXuan is a charismatic god, with so much energy and kindness. You've admired him for such a long time and after spending so much time with him you've shamelessly come to love him. You aren't blind though, the wind master is very close with the earth master.

More often the two of them are seen together instead of you too now. Even more often he's been declining your invitations to spend time together, and go on missions together, and- the point is the two of you have been spending less time together. You can only assume that A-Qingxuan must... Hate you.

He's only ever been kind but what else could explain the sudden distance? You're still hopelessly in love with him though. You just love him from the side. You're also assuming that Shi QingXuan must like the earth master.

So you tried something different. You really don't like the distance between you and Shi QingXuan. If you can't have him alone you suppose you'll just have to join both of them. That's what you try anyways. You tried to join both of them on missions, or when they both hung out. You really did but the earth master is quite rude.

Anytime you joined them you could feel his glare across the table or in the back of your head. It's very obvious. The earth master is rude to everyone even the wind master but he's just especially rude to you. It's not like you did anything wrong. So for everyone's peace of mind Shi QingXuan thought maybe you should start staying behind since the two of you fight so much.

Well that didn't feel good either. Why couldn't the earth master stay behind? Why couldn't Shi QingXuan choose you instead of the earth master. What's so good about him anyways? The earth master is rude, and always angry. While you are kind and would do anything for Shi QingXuan. At least you love him. Does the earth master love Shi QingXuan too?

What have you done about this? Nothing. You've sat in your palace being gloomy about it and overthinking. One can only go so long being rejected. You're usually on the wind masters tail but for the past week you haven't. There's no point in bothering someone who doesn't want to be bothered. Even your deputies can see the depressive cloud hovering over you.

It's not until fast paced steps and your bedroom door is slammed open that you sit up in days. A wailing wind master falls into your bed and shakes you by your shoulders. He's rambling about something but you're more focused on being dizzy.

"Shi QingXuan I'm going to hurl if you don't let me go" you wheeze, leaning back. The wind master only seems to get more upset and leans forward into your personal bubble "That's not my name! That's not my name! What's wrong with you these days!?"

You blink and lie back against your pillows. What an embarrassing position. The wind master has somehow straddled you and refuses to budge. "That is your name though?"

"No my name is A-Qingxuan!"

Another blink. "Oh. . . I thought you would prefer something more formal" seeing how the wind master has been acting lately.

"Absolutely not! Not from you. Why you've been avoiding me and I haven't a clue why? What did I do tell me!"

You tilt your head and sigh, "I thought you were avoiding me"

Silence fills the room. For a long time you guys just stare at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I-Im so sorry y/n. I didn't mean to, really! I've just. . . I've just been embarrassed!" Shi Qingxuan covers his face. "To be honest I've been avoiding you because- I- Because I love you!"

More blinking, more silence. No way. You must be crazy. When you pinch yourself you don't wake up though. So you sit up, drag Shi Qingxuan closer, grab him by the face, and kiss him.

What a lovely turn out.

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I hope you like it 🖤 sorry if there's any grammar mistakes

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giggly-squiggily · 6 months

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Caught In The Act (My Hero Academia)

Tada! I'm back with another TodoBaku fic! :D It's been a hot minute since I've really written for them as a couple, and plus- let's be real; lee!Bakugou is a treasure! This is a gift for a friend (you know who you are :3)- I hope y'all like it!

Summary: Todoroki makes a surprising discovery about his boyfriend- much to Bakugou's embarrassment.

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @mochigiggle @intheticklecloset (I know you're not on my taglist but girl it's TodoBaku- I HAD to tag you akrejakjrejrjk :D) @chibisstuff

It was a secret Bakugou planned on carrying to the grave.

“Geahhahahahaha! K-Kihihihirshima!” Denki squealed, feet kicking and hands slapping as the redhead tickled him relentlessly. “Stahahhahhaap!”

“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you could handle it!” Kirishima teased, looking over his shoulder at Bakugou with twinkling eyes. “Get in here, Baku-bro! Help me take out sparky!”

“Tch, I’ll pass.” He waved them off, shaking his head at the sight. He hoped his nonchalance covered the twitchiness in his muscles. Before Kirishima could ask more, Mina had already bounced over, declaring war as she threw herself into the fray.

“Dumbasses.” Bakuogou rolled his eyes with affection as he walked back to his room, hand already drifting to his phone. By the time he got back there, his heartbeat was blasting in his ears, cheeks warm as he pressed a hand against his chest- willing it to calm.

God…I wish that was me.

Shaking his head, he tapped away at his phone, flopping back into his bedsheets as he scrolled through his bookmarked fanfics, settling in. “This will have to do.”

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Bakugou…liked tickling.

There, he said it!

Well…thought it anyway.

He didn’t know why the childish act made his heart race so much, or why the sight and sound of it filled him with such joy; it just kinda did. He had plenty of tickle fights growing up- well; at least until his quirk kicked in. Admiration aside, not many people were willing to go toe to toe with him when his hands sparked out of control during a laughing fit.

Even in the dorms tickle fights reigned on. Kirishima was a walking wall of defense with a playful side to back; he and Denki made it their personal mission to tickle everyone at least once a week. They’d probably get him more if he didn’t gripe and groan so much during it.

The idea of asking for it… dear god, the idea of telling them…

He could already picture Midoriya rambling about the various reasons and factors about it as if it were a quirk- the idea both mortifying and weirdly hilarious. It wasn’t the wildest thing anyone’s revealed about themselves; not after Mineta’s google search history got leaked.

Still, the idea of anyone finding out about it made his blood turn cold and the back of his neck sweat. He had to be extra careful! No crumb trails allowed!

He could do that.

Sure- easy. ~~~

“Bakugou, can I borrow..” Todoroki paused at the blonde’s dorm room upon finding the blonde curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone with his headphones in.. It was after breakfast and on a weekend, so it wasn’t that surprising to find him here. Shrugging, he quietly shut the door as he entered, mumbling a soft “sorry for the intrusion.”

There it was on the chair- a large soft sweatshirt Todoroki meant to ask for. He gathered it up, smiling at the feel of the fabric against his skin. He didn’t know what it was made of, but it must have been fancy. The perks of parents in the fashion industry.

Feeling bold, he pressed it against his face, snuggling.

“Heh.” Startled, Todoroki twisted, hiding the sweater behind him with bright red cheeks. “Sorry I-”

But Bakuogu wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was still on his phone, looking at what looked to be a picture. Curiosity won out as Todoroki creeped closer, observing.

The image was a piece of fanart- two characters engaged in what looked to be a duel. One guy- white hair and dressed semi formally with black gloves- was hovering over the other, his hands curled into his sides. His companion- another man pale as a ghost dressed in all black, looked like he was in mild pain, struggling to push him away as his cheeks flushed pink. There were some strange red things sticking out of his back, but Todorok’s seen wilder quirks.

Bakugou scrolled. Another picture- this time a redhead boy covering his face and smiling while two other boys- a black haired one with bright blue eyes and a brunette with a bob cut and impish grin- squeezed his knees. At that, Bakugou huffed a laugh, hitting the little red heart as he carried on scrolling.

“...” Todoroki blinked. Bakugou was looking at fanart?

A screen of text- it looked to be a story. Todoroki leaned in to read a few words.

“Ahehehehahha! Cohoohohme on, you jehehehehrk! Gehehet oohohoff me!” Abe snorted around his laughter, shoving at Tajima’s shoulders as his waist was prodded at. “Mihiihiashi, hehehheelp!”

“H-Huh?” The shy boy yelped, startled at the cry.

“Yeah, Mihashi!! Come over here and help me tickle Abe!” Tajima wagged his brows, one hand tickling while the other gestured him over. “Come on, don’t be shy~”

Mihashi-

But Todoroki never did find out what this “Mihashi” guy did, for the next thing he knew he was grabbed and pinned, all the air in his body knocked out of him as his back slammed into the wood floor.

“Just who the hell do you think you are, you damn bastard?!” Bakugou had his hand pointed in his face, sparks popping. “Think you can sneak in here and-”

“Bakugou! It’s me!” Todoroki cried. The sparks died instantly, hand moving to reveal a shocked Bakugou’s face. “Erm…hey?”

“I-Icyhot? What- How-When-” Bakugou gaped like a fish, looking from the door to the trapped hero beneath him and back. His body eased upon realizing he was not under attack by a villain. “Why are you-”

“Wanted to borrow your sweater.” Todoroki nodded to the discarded garment. “Erm…so uh…who’s Mihashi?”

Bad move- bad, bad move. The eased expression faded to one of shock, then dread, then mortification as Bakugou seemed to forget how to breathe. “You saw…” He gaped out, looking torn between running and raging.

“I…erm, yeah.” Todoroki confessed, knowing lying would make it worse.

Bakugou stared down at him, very still. For a moment, Todoroki was sure he was gonna explode- both literally and verbally.

But then the weight upon him was gone. When he sat up by the bed, Bakugou was a mound of blankets in the center. “Erm…Bakugou?”

“Fuck off, Icy Hot!” Oh- he was mad. No longer scary Endeavor mad but Bakugou mad. Todoroki felt himself breathe as he blinked at the mound. “Leave me alone.”

“Do you really want me to go?” Todoroki asked. When no answer came, he dared to climb into the bed. “I’ll go if you tell me to.” Again, no answer. After a moment, Todoroki cleared his throat. “You know you can talk to me about this, right?”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” The blankets snapped, shifting as Bakugou curled up more into himself. “Just go on ahead and tell everyone what you saw! I don’t care anymore!”

“...Why would I do that?” Todoroki asked, brows furrowing. “You know I’d never do that to you.” No further argument came, so Todoroki carried on, scooting closer to him on the bed until his hip was against the blankets. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, but I don’t think less of you for liking that sort of thing.”

“I’m a freak.” It was so quiet- yet the crack it left on Todoroki’s heart was massive.

“No you are not. You’re the farthest thing from a freak.” Todoroki reassured, petting the mound beside him. “You’re not a freak for liking fanfiction-”

“That’s not it!” Bakugou grumped as he turned over, peeking out from the blankets some. “That’s not…the part I’m talking about.”

“Was it the fanart? Cause I thought it was nicely done.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, sinking back into the blanket. “I can’t tell if you’re being intentionally dense to help me or you mean it.” Flushed, Bakugou hid further in the blankets until he was no longer visible. “It’s..the tickling part. I like it.”

“....huh.” Todoroki hummed.

“What the hell does that mean?” Bakugou snapped, resurfacing to glare. Todoroki held up his hands in surrender.

“Nothing bad. I’m just not all that surprised?” When Bakugou kept glaring, Todoroki went on. “We’ve been dating for a few months now- you don’t think I notice those little things about you? How you get so squirmy when a tickle scene happens in a show, or how you try to act cool when our classmates declare war on eachother?”

“The fuck-”

“The point is- I kinda knew already. And it’s not something to be embarrassed about.” Todoroki reassured, pushing past some of Bakugou’s blanket cocoon so he could brush back his messy hair. “If anything, I think it’s cute.”

“C-Cute? I’m not fucking cute, Icy-Hot! I’m a-” Bakugou went to argue but was soon cut off by Todoroki flopping ontop of him, pinning him gently to the bed as he pushed past the remaining layers of his blanket. “What are you do-HMMPH!”

“Come on- you know you want to laugh.” Todoroki teased gently as he scratched his nails along Bakugou��s sides, making the blonde squirm with repressed giggles. “Is this why you were looking at all those pictures? You were craving tickles, huh?”

“Sh-Shut the fuuhuhck up!” The chuckles won out. Bakugou slapped at his boyfriend’s shoulders as he giggled up a storm, semi-trapped in the blanket. “Doohoohn’t taahhahalk like thahahahat!”

“Do you prefer if I talk like this?” Todoroki leaned in so he was right next to Bakugou’s ear, fingers working up and down his ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~”

“FUHUHUHU!” The blonde arched with a cackle, flailing at both the ticklish feeling and the dreaded teasing. “IHIHIIHCY HOOOHOHOHOT!”

“Yehehehes?” Todoroki mocked playfully, kissing Bakugou’s red cheek before leaning back. “Wow, look at you smiling like that. I’m starting to get why you like this kinda thing.”

Bakugou could barely get out any words, too giggly for his own good. It only got worse when Todoroki found that terrible spot along his upper ribs, making his arms shoot down like rockets. “TOHOOHOHOHODOROHOHOOHOKI!”

“Yes?”

“STAHHAHAHAHP!”

“Hmm…okay.” Todoroki did just that, finally bringing his game to an end as Bakugou gasped for air. “Too much fun for one day?”

“Fuuhuuhck ohohohoff.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, hugging his torso protectively as he sank further in the bed. “You suuhuhck!”

“You love me.” Bastard!

“I do…unfortunately.” Bakugou snickered, laughing once more when his waist got pinched. “Ohoohkay okay I love you!”

“That’s what I thought I heard.” Todoroki snickered as he flopped down beside him, pulling Bakugou into his chest. “And I do mean it. You’re not a freak for liking tickling.”

“...You mean it?” There was something so vulnerable in his voice just now- a quiver of insecurity. Todoroki leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together, meeting his eye.

“With my entire being- down to the smallest of microcells.”

“You’re such a dork.” Bakugou laughed- voice a little wet. Todoroki smiled before leaning down, kissing his wobbly smile.

“I’m your dork. And you’re mine.”

Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #tickle #tickle fic #shouto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #todobaku #my heart is so soft right now akjrjearjkekjrjka #I love them your honor

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monimccoythings · 10 months

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Progress

Whoah, sorry for the long delay, it’s been a long and tiring part of my life, the worst part is that most of this was already written lol.This happens between the last fic and the bonus scene.

Check previous parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Next: Part 5

tags: @loveforfandomsstuff @harpy-space

Since the journey to the Kong Kingdom, your little fella had become... how to put it...more cooperative, yeah, let’s go with that. Even if he gave the others a hard time, he seemed to be considerably more pleasant whenever you or Peach were around.

Not that you seemed to notice, you were so busy cooing all over him, he was such a cute baby. Oh he was still annoyed by it, but how could he blame you when he kept giving you those little doe eyes???

With time, you were allowed to do more things with him. It had been a long probation, but Peach and the Toads were 99% sure he wouldn’t try any shenanigans if you were around. You shamelessly took advantage of your time with him to cuddle him like the chonky potato he was.

Cuddling sessions were a must. It was mandatory. Not that he was complaining. One could say he was the one taking advantage of you, given how he nuzzled you and purred. But the asshole sometimes headbutted you and bit you, like dude, you are two inches tall, chill.

He liked bathtime, or whatever that was, because hitting him with a strong torrent of boiling water coming out of a hose didn’t look like something they would offer at a spa. But he seemed to enjoy it, given how his butt wiggled in a cute little dance of happiness.

Despite his surprisingly good behavior, he had still to learn some manners. He demanded, more than asked, and apparently the words “please” and “thank you” were unknown to him. He also had a tendency to snap and try to attack Mario, Luigi, Toad or whoever wasn’t Peach or yourself. Amgery boi had to be more polite because he couldn’t use the cute card forever to get away with whatever he did. Okay, he could. Damn it.

Unbeknownst to you, Bowser perfectly knew what he was doing. He was marking territory, claiming you for himself. Peaches didn’t want to marry him? Her loss, your benefit. Okay, it was kinda offputting that you were of commoner origins and without a kingdom to conquer, but what the hell, these were modern times, he could make you his Royal Consort and then conquer the Mushroom Kingdom anyway.

He was a romantic at heart, he knew he already had you wrapped around his little finger, he just needed more time to properly prepare you for when, not if, he grew back to his usual size, because then he’ll be fully going all or nothing to woo you.

He memorized every single piece of information he could get out from your mouth, piece of cake, he just had to give you the stare and you would melt to his whims. Everything about you fascinated him he needed to know all about you, he needed to own you, to possess you as his most prized being, he needed to feel what he felt whenever you were around at all times, and even then he wouldn’t get enough of you.

For real, just say hi to him when you see him and he’s already planning your wedding and naming your children.

He gets jealous very easily, just talking to another person, regardless of their gender or even mentionng some friends from the human world are enough to rile him up. He gets all huffy and bitey and won’t let anybody come close. Those days are when he focus the most plotting your kidnapping his proposal.

He knows that the day his armies will regroup and come free him from that prision is getting closer and that he must be patient. If only he was patient enough... Luckily, the only things he has to do is act cute and keep listening to your ramblings, collecting as much intel as he can.

On your part, you are delighted that this babee is willing to give you the time of the day. You smothered him with kisses and hugs while saying sweet nonsense about how cute and tiny he is. Because he was! And everybody has to know!

But sometimes you just casually talked to him as if he wasn’t the most adorable thing you had ever seen. And he listened, which was a tremendous surprise, but maybe he was bored and had nothing better to do. Those times you spent together were as great and special as the ones you spent babying him. But reality was one hell of a party pooper because you always had to harshly remind yourself that despite everything, despite how much you adored his tiny form and enjoyed cuddling him like a plushie, he was a genocidal maniac that would remoserlessly comit his crimes all over again just for spite.

From your perspective, he just looked like a tiny prehistorical pet turtle that spit fire like a lighter and had a high pitched voice. But that wasn’t who he really was. The danger of letting him lose and allowing him to recover even a fraction of his power was a very terrifying thought for all the Mushroom, Kong and Human realm. Still, you couldn’t help but feel compassion for him, because if you all started treating him just the way he had treated them all, what would be the difference between the two sides? Okay maybe that one side wasn’t so willing to kill and maul, but if they were the good guys they had to set an example.

So you spent your free time hanging with your friends in the Mushroom Kingdom and with Bowser, enjoying what new things that new realm had to offer, completely unaware of the danger that awaited just mere days away...

#bowser x reader #x reader #reader #bowser

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reverie-starlight · 4 months

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hi love! get to this whenever you can but, i have a request (after like a year since my last one lmao-)

just anything with atsumu with a socially awkward/anxious reader, please you have complete creative control darling <33

OKAY!!! I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG MY DEAR!!!!! BUT I'VE HAD A HUGE BLOCK LATELY AND AFTER A COUPLE PIECES I CAN FINALLY WORK ON THIS WITH A CLEAR HEAD !!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS RAMBLE!!!!

{atsumu with a socially anxious s/o HCs}

posting this as my first fic of the year woohoo!!!!! starting the year off right with the light of my life <3

gn!reader, fluff, mentions of panic attacks but no descriptions except for how he calms you down. mentions of drinking/getting drunk in passing (it's timeskip atsumu, everyone is legal)

(also I did osamu with a socially anxious partner a while ago if you're looking for something a bit more longform)

this ask is literally me btw. so I decided to lean more into the socially anxious part of the ask, hope that's okay!!

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so first of all, he would be the most supportive ever

and theeeeee mossssttttt reassuring

he never forces you out of your comfort zone, but he definitely encourages you out of it.

as in, he'll encourage you to order your own food at a restaurant or café if you've been having a good day, but has no issues going back for you if they get it wrong

he'll carry conversations with new people, but he'll make the effort to include you in them and make sure you say a few things as well

he does his best to help you without feeling overbearing

he's loved watching you come out of your shell since the day he met you, and he gets so happy when other people get to see a side of you that you would normally only show him and your friends or family

in general, atsumu may be written off as the louder, more chaotic twin, but let's not forget that he's incredibly observant (maybe even more than osamu)

I HC that he's more in tune with his emotions and recognizes/is able to read them easily in others as well, so he's really great at figuring out what you need in any given situation

for example when he convinces you to go to a party with him (after promising that he wouldn't leave you alone for even a second), you might be hiding your anxiety well from anyone you're attempting to talk to, but he sees the way you're not holding eye contact

he notices that you keep looking around the room every so often, and he absolutely makes note of the way you're struggling to find something to do with your hands

so he ever so subtly pulls you closer and starts playing with one of your hands to ease your mind a bit

he won't pull you out of the conversation or join in unless he knows you really need him to, he knows you've got this <3

if you want to drink, he'll keep an eye out for you even more intensely

he knows you getting drunk might trigger a panic attack the next day if you start worrying about how you may have acted around a ton of strangers

he doesn't want to stop you from having fun, but doesn't want you to suffer the next day, either, so he'll keep you from drinking too much and have some water on hand

(if you do end up getting drunk anyway, he'll either A: hype you up and remind you the next day that no one is gonna fault a drunk person for acting out of character, or B: act even more drunk to keep attention off of you)

speaking of panic attacks, atsumu is a master at giving you exactly what you need

space? you got it

need to be touching him to feel grounded in a public area? he's got a strong grip on your hand

want him near but not too close? no problem, he's just on the other side of the couch if you need anything else

and gives the best "aftercare" (for lack of a better word) you could imagine

he knows how all around exhausting panic attacks are so when it passes, he'll get you water and rub your back comfortingly

if you want to sleep, he'll be your pillow

if you want reassurance, he'll gladly speak softly in your ear about how much he loves you and appreciates you

when you go to his games, he'll always try to keep an eye on you from the court in between sets and during time-outs

he'll give you a reassuring grin and a wink

if you prefer not to cheer from the stands, he doesn't get discouraged bc literally you just being there, in an overly crowded stadium with cameras and screaming all bc you insisted on supporting him is the biggest confidence boost ever

(and it's not like he ever particularly loved cheering anyway)

he will hype you up in the mornings before you leave for work and have to face the world

will text you during the day to check-in and get a read on how your day is going, just so he knows if he needs to get anything on the way home to cheer you up

and depending on if your social anxiety is on the more severe side or even if you're just having a harder time with it than usual, he's more than fine with indoor/stay-in date nights!!

like I said before, he pushes you out of your comfort zone, but he knows when to stop and accommodate. he never wants to distress you or push you past your limit.

but don't expect these dates to be a simple movie night, oh no

he will go above and beyond with decorating your living room to fit the designated theme of the night (either one you planned ahead of time, or something quick to fit the vibe of wherever you were going to go before the anxiety hit)

he will get dressed up and ask you to dress up, too, even though you're just in the comfort of your own home

expect some take-out and dessert presented to you on the fancy dinner plates you keep in your cupboard and a candlelit meal

he'll set up a designated "photo booth" in one corner of the room and hypes you up as a photographer

insists on taking couples photos and gets you to act super silly with him to get you out of your own head a bit

"c'mon babe! I can't be the only one makin' a fool out of myself here, help me out! the pictures will look great, promise. ya couldn't look bad even if ya tried."

he understands that you might feel insecure about not being able to have a "normal" date night, or might even feel like you're a burden but he does NOT want you to think that way at all

so he goes overboard and puts all the effort in because at the end of the day, he just loves you and wants to spend time with you however he can

he's so proud of the progress you've made and can't wait to see how much further you go. he believes in you and reminds you of it every single day <3

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #atsumu x reader fluff #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff

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zempumpkin · 6 months

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Ok I've been thinking about the cast of captain laserhawk and it's keeping bugging me cuz they dont have a canon age in the show and I have some hcs and want to talk about it

So I'm gonna start with Rayman since he's the one that is more difficult to get the age, and I'm gonna say. This man is OLD. Yeah I know, people though and think that he's like 40 or something?? And I understand why but he's more old than that and I'm gonna tell why

So like first of all he's been alive since eua existed, and since the beginning of the series they talk about how it's been a long time since eua became Eden, so yea, Idk how long it was but it probably been some decades.

I gonna use Sarah as an example cuz she was a kid and Eden already existed plus Rayman already did his shows, also Marcus was like 20 or something back there I think??? And when he appears again nowadays he looks old (probably 65?? Idk)

And also there's the fact that Rayman don't age, that's one of the reasons he became Eden's star

I think that he's like between 60-70 or something cuz he's been alive since before Eden existed plus I'm using Marcus as an example because his one of the only people that was more close to have lived in the eua before (the other one is Sarah's dad but he died soo)

Gonna talk about Bullfrog now cuz he's another one with the same thing going on

So we all know he's younger than Rayman (cuz of that one line "when I was your age" when Ramon and Bullfrog talked) and some people think that he's 18??? Which doesn't make sense like yes he's younger but not THAT younger

I saw that you turn into an assassin when you become 23, so he has to be at least 23 but by the looks and how much experience he shows to have, I think he would be like 27 at least (the same goes to Jade but I gonna talk about that in a minute)

Also quick talk rn but I don't really ship Rayfrog like yes it's cute but bcs of my hcs my mind can't let me and plus they talked just once, but I don't mind who shipp it and I respect it since everyone has their hc about them, and this being another reminder that this is just how I see the characters I can just talking bullshit if the creators decide to tell us about their canon ages

Moving on! Jade, so as I said before I think she would be in the same boat with bullfrog since she looks and acts young but not that much?? And plus they seem to be closer (as close as you can say when you know a person for like 2 days) so they probably have the same age

OMG I'M TALKING A LOUT HELP HUHHHHH OK QUICK WORK THIS IS HOW I SEE THEM IN GENERAL:

Jade and Bullfrog: 27

Dolph e Sarah: between 37-40

Alex: 2-3 years older than Dolph....probably....

Pey'j: 60 something

Rayman: 70 IDK HUHHHH

WELL SORRY FOR RAMBLING HERE I GOT DISTRACTED ANYWAY

#ramblings #text post #zem talks #hcs #captain lazerhawk spoilers #rayman #bullfrog #dolph laserhawk #captain laserhawk #pay'j #Jade #marcus holloway #help i talked a lot #I WANT TO TALK MORE ABOUT THEM #another time i talk more about idk #DEPENDS ON HOW YOU GUYS REACT TBH #HUHHHHHHHHHH

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guilty-pleasures21 · 3 months

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Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

0. The slow burn

1. There's too many. TOO MANY!!

2. It NEEDS to be EVEN sssslllllooooweeeeerrrrrr.

3. Sometimes, I really hate myself.

Part 1 - the arcade

Part 2 - the rooftop

Part 3 - the canon

Warnings: None.

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She paced up and down outside the corridor leading to the control room.

“You got this! You can do this! It's just two friends, hanging out, together. That's all it is! You've already done it before. And, anyway, what's the worst that could happen? He could say no. And then your heart would just shatter into a million tiny little pieces. And you'd cry about it, sure, but then you'd get over it! Because we don't cry over boys.” She sighed and crouched down in front of the wall, covering her face in her hands. “We only cry over men.”

Ben walked over to her, concerned by the way he’d seen her walking up and down and rambling about something. Then she’d sat down entirely, her head in her hands like she was about to cry over it. “Uh, X? Everything all right?”

X looked up quickly, startled by the sudden interruption. Then she hopped to her feet, brushing herself off and trying to act like nothing had happened. “Oh! Yeah! Everything’s fine! Everything’s … perfect.” Ben raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked her gently. She scrunched her brows together, a miserable expression overtaking her features as she tried to figure out what to say.

“I just …” she trailed off, pulling her hair over her face and groaning. “Argh! I hate him so much!”

“Who?” Ben asked, confused. X glanced down the hallway she’d been standing beside and he followed her gaze. His eyes widened in understanding and he lowered his voice. “Miguel?”

X waved her hands at him quickly, gesturing for him to stop talking. “Don’t say his name! What if he hears?!”

“Hears what?” Ben questioned, his eyebrows furrowing. “Why do you hate him? I thought you guys liked each other?”

“I don’t know!” she whined. “Does he even like me?”

She stomped her foot on the ground, frustrated. “Ugh! He’s so mean!”

How cruel he was, for taking care of her so gently, for looking after her and making sure she was okay, making sure she felt safe. And then driving her to the edge of her sanity trying to figure out if she could let herself take it to mean something more than just friendship.

“What happened?” Ben asked, concerned now. “Did he do something to hurt you?”

“No!” X replied quickly, shaking her head emphatically. “No, no, no, no, no! He would never hurt me!” She frowned and smacked Ben on the arm.

“Idiot,” she muttered. Ben rubbed his arm, offended.

“Hey!” he argued. “I’m just trying to help!” X bit her lip, feeling bad now.

“Sorry,” she apologised. Then finally, she sighed, unable to hold it in any longer. “Ugh! I want to ask him to hang out at the arcade, okay? I just … He said he liked video games, so I thought maybe he’d have fun. That’s all.” She lowered her head, fixing her gaze on the ground and shifting uncomfortably as she waited for his opinion. It was always funny, the reminders of how young Miguel really was. He was always so serious and world-weary and it was hard to remember that he was still only in his twenties. Ben pressed his lips together, trying not to snicker at the idea of Miguel - the Miguel O’Hara - playing video games.

“Well, why don’t you just ask him?” Ben suggested nonchalantly.

“Because!” X insisted. Then she looked away, her heart in her throat, her voice soft. “What if he says no? And then gives some stupid excuse about how it’s going to affect the balance of the multiverse or something?

“I just want to hang out with him,” she admitted, curling into herself with fear. “I like hanging out with him.” It was so simple on her end - even when she was so obviously in love with him, she was happy to settle for just spending some alone time with him. Ben clenched his fists, his heart aching at the nervous expression on her face. He’d have to beat Miguel up if he said no, he’d have absolutely no choice but to do it. But maybe he’d get a few of the Peter’s to back him up first.

“Well, what if he says yes?” Ben pointed out optimistically. “What will you do then?”

X didn’t respond, unconvinced by the idea. So Ben shot her a reassuring smile and continued. “Have a great time ‘hanging out’ at the arcade with your ‘just friend’?”

He nudged her teasingly and she finally rolled her eyes, her lips curling up at the ends. Ben grinned, pleased at having returned the smile to her face - none of them liked it when she was upset, when she wasn’t walking around with that ever-persistent smile on her face. Miguel, most of all, hated it.

“Go! Ask him!” Ben instructed her, giving her a little in the direction of the control room. “I’ll wait outside if you want! I can be, like, your spiritual cheerleader or something.”

X shot him a grateful look before she turned to walk down the hallway. “Thanks, Ben.”

They were standing outside the door - he could hear their muttered whispers of ‘you got this’ and ‘just get it over with’ and ‘you’ll never know if you don’t ask him’. It was distracting him from the map of space-time rips he’d pulled up to study - again. He lost his place once more as the sweet and fruity scent of X’s perfume wafted into the room, she herself following soon after. His eyes flickered over to the clock on the screen as she landed behind him: six-thirty - half an hour later than she’d normally come to see him on a work day. He took care to remain frozen in position as she approached, not wanting her to know that he’d literally been counting down the minutes until he saw her again.

She walked up to him cautiously, building up her courage to ask him the question. She stopped a few paces behind him, shifting awkwardly in position, nervous. He turned his head back to look at her, raising an eyebrow when she still didn’t say anything.

“¿Arañita? ¿Qué paso? You look … nervous.” He frowned, too concerned to play it cool now. “Is something bothering you?”

X gulped, her heart fluttering at the worried expression on his face. She pulled her gaze away from his quickly.

“N-no! I just …” she paused, glancing back up at him from beneath her eyelashes. Then she lowered her head again, taking in a deep breath before closing her eyes and wincing as she let the words out all in one breath. “Do you want to go to the arcade with me?! It’s okay if you say no!”

He froze, caught off guard by her question. That was what she’d been so nervous about? Asking him to go to the arcade? With her?

She opened her eyes slowly when he still hadn’t replied, afraid to see his reaction. He looked … stunned. Taken aback. She curled into herself and took a step away from him, lowering her head so that her hair hid her face.

“Um, it’s fine,” she lied, her chest tightening with apprehension. “I’ll just go by myself, it’s okay.”

She took another step away from him and he reached for her instinctively, wanting to stop her from putting even more distance between them. But then he paused, curling his fingers into a fist and lowering his hand back to his side. She’d just go by herself? To the arcade? Alone? The thought made him sick to the stomach. “You don’t … have anyone else to go with?”

She shuffled her feet nervously, her eyes still fixed on the ground. Then she mumbled, “I don’t want to go with anyone else, Miguel.”

She snuck a glance at him, but quickly pulled her gaze away when she saw him already looking at her. “I just thought … maybe you’d have fun there. With the … With the games and stuff.”

She shrugged and glanced up at him again briefly, giving him a meaningful look. Because he’d told her he liked video games. Because they’d brought him joy, once. Because she liked seeing him happy. She waved him away, trying to act casual.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m just …” She pointed at the door, wanting to make her escape so she could go cry about it to Ben. “I’m just gonna go train now, or something. I’ll see you …” She cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the knot there as she thought about it. Tomorrow? She didn’t think she could show up again and pine over him silently while he just … while he clearly didn’t feel the same way about her.

“Around,” she finished noncommittally. “I’ll see you around, Miguel. Bye!” She turned to leave, but he shot a web at her back, stopping her in her tracks.

“Wait!” She hadn’t even given him a chance to answer. What if he’d said yes? Did he want to say yes? Did he want to hang out with her, outside of work? Outside of insomnia and trauma and whatever excuse they’d always try to come up with? He studied the nervous expression on her face, her big, almond-shaped eyes, her soft, rosy lips. Of course he did. Of course he wanted to spend time with her. He made her feel safe, sure, but … she made him feel safe too - slow and easy, like … Like he was just any other twenty eight year old guy, trying to impress the girl he liked. The girl he was in love with. He released her and looked away, embarrassed. Then he rubbed the back of his neck, nervous himself now. “Um, yeah. Yes, I’d … I’d like to go to the arcade. With you.”

She smiled at him, her expression softening, and he felt himself relax as well. Then he broke her gaze again, trying to keep his tone casual. “If that’s … If that’s what you want.”

She grinned and bounced up onto the balls of her feet in excitement. He wanted to hang out with her! He really wanted to hang out with her! She squealed with joy.

“Okay!” she exclaimed happily, her delight bringing a smile to his own lips as well. “Um, is Friday night okay? We can go on Saturday if you’re busy, but I’m just worried about how crowded it might be.” She pursed her lips in thought as she considered it.

“Uh, Friday is fine,” he agreed, lowering his head to hide his grin. She was so cute! Dios, if this was how she reacted to him agreeing to go the arcade with her, how would she react when he finally asked her out on an actual date one day? He shook his head quickly, clearing the thoughts away, and returned his attention to her, glancing up at her from beneath his dark eyelashes. “What time should I meet you?”

She grinned at his expression, suddenly getting a little shy herself now that the excitement had worn off.

“Um, well, I usually have dinner at around seven, so you can meet me at my house before, if you want to come with me.” She felt the nerves rising again after she’d made the suggestion, not knowing if he’d want to get dinner with her - he’d only agreed to the arcade, after all, what if he thought dinner was too date-like? So she added quickly, “otherwise I can just meet you later!”

She wanted him to say yes, to get dinner with her - it was written so clearly all over her face. His stomach flipped at her eagerness to spend more time with him. “I’ll get dinner with you, X. What do you want to eat?”

She hesitated, embarrassed by her limited tastes - she’d always been a picky eater. It had gotten better as she’d gotten older, but she always got overwhelmed too easily, so certain tastes and textures were a nightmare for her. “Um, I usually get fish and chips or Japanese. Oh! There’s pepper lunch?”

“Pepper lunch?” he repeated, incredulous. She laughed.

“We can get it for dinner too, though!” she insisted. “I think you should try it! I want to know what you think.” He shrugged, open to anything.

“Lo que quieres, arañita.” (Whatever you want, little spider.) She smiled shyly, lowering her head and shuffling her feet. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight.

“Okay,” she agreed softly before peeking up at him again. “Thanks, Miguel.”

He grinned and lowered his head to hide it, digging his fingers into his palms. He straightened his expression, then looked up at her again. “For what?”

She took a moment to think about it, then shrugged. “I dunno. Just … I just like hanging out with you. That’s all.”

He looked away, murmuring softly in response, but still loud enough for her to catch it. “Yo también, arañita.” (Me too, little spider.)

“Arañita. We don’t have to do everything, you know,” Miguel told her, shifting uncomfortably in position. “You don’t have to spend so much money on me.” X rolled her eyes at his statement.

“It’s not so much money, Miguel,” she assured him. Then she shrugged. “It’s not like I splurge so often. And anyway, we work to have a good life, right? So what’s the point in working so hard if you never even get to enjoy it?” He stayed silent, considering her words as he followed her to the next machine.

“But … don’t you want to have kids one day?” he pointed out. “You’d have to start saving up for them, right?” He shouldn’t have asked her that; it wasn’t his place, after all, to ask her what she wanted to do with her life - with her body. He opened his mouth to take back the question, but then she replied.

“Of course I have my savings accounts, Miguel,” she reassured him. “And I still have time. I don’t want to have kids before I’m twenty-eight. That’s when my mum had me and I think it’d be a good time.” She paused, flicking her eyes to the side and pursing her lips in thought. Then she turned back to him.

“Hmm, and anyway, you can take care of their school and stuff if I can’t, right? We can always split whatever we can.” She shrugged and continued walking, trying to stop her smile as she pretended to ignore the stunned look on his face. “Ohh! Let’s go bowling!”

Miguel froze suddenly, unsure if he’d heard her right. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “W-What?”

He glanced up at her, finding that she’d already made her way to the computer by the bowling lanes. She waved at him, waiting impatiently. “Miguel! ¡Ven aquí!” (Come here!)

His mind raced with thoughts as he considered her words. He could take care of their school? Their school? Their … kids? Their kids? She’d have to marry him, right? Have to, like she had absolutely no choice in the matter. He walked over to her, his heart fluttering in his chest as he thought about the two of them puzzling their way through pregnancies and diapers and temper tantrums and schools. How many would they have? How many did she want? How many did he want? Anything that made her happy, anything she wanted from him, he’d give it to her. He’d give her every damn world in the entire multiverse if it made her happy. He stopped in front of her, his stomach roiling with nerves at the thought - at the reminder of how hopelessly in love with her he was. Because there was no hope for them - there never would be. Not when they were from two entirely different dimensions. “¿Qué?”

“I’m just typing in our names.” She pressed ‘enter’ and the name ‘araña’ popped up the screen. His lips twitched at the word, but then twisted into a frown when he saw ‘Miguelito’ appear below it.

“¡Arañita!” he chastised her, all of his earlier worries having disappeared now that he was back by her side. She flashed him a naughty smile and his heart skipped a beat. The crease between his brows deepened. “You … Ven aquí. Ven aquí, arañita.” (Come here. Come here, little spider.)

He marched over to her before she could run away from him, grabbing hold of her and wrapping her up in his arms. He bent over her, trapping her in his embrace, and began tickling her sides with his fingers, knowing how ticklish she was. She started laughing immediately, twisting around in his arms to try to free herself from his torturous grasp.

“I’m small?” he asked her, leaning over to murmur in her ear. “I’m small, arañita? Look at you! Look at how tiny you are, arañita!” She really was tiny, so small and so soft in his arms, her curves fitting so perfectly against the hard lines of his body.

“Miguel! Stop!” she begged him, gasping for breath in between bouts of panicked laughter. She wriggled against him, struggling to escape from his powerful grip. “Stop it! I’ll kill you!” He finally stopped, wrapping his arms around her and bending over to rest his cheek on her shoulder.

“How are you going to kill me, arañita? You’re so small,” he teased her, chuckling at the thought. She shivered at the feeling of his breath blowing against her neck, her eyelids fluttering shut as she breathed in the warm and woodsy smell of him. God, he felt good, his brawny chest pressing into her back as he held onto her. She swallowed hard, trying to regain control of her thoughts. Then she cleared her throat and took a step away from him, smoothing her hair down and rearranging her features into a neutral expression.

“Strength isn’t everything, you know … Miguelito.” Her lips curled into a grin as he snarled at her, and she stepped around him to get a ball.

“Which size ball do you need?” She gave him a pout and reached up to tickle his chin before continuing. “Do you need a size six, mi Miguelito? Would anything else be too heavy for you?”

He huffed and turned his face away, out of her grip. But it thrilled him, their casual intimacy, their careless touches. And the way she’d called him ‘mi Miguelito’? Like he was hers, and no one else’s? “Arañita.”

She laughed, her head falling back to highlight the delicate column of her throat. “I'm just kidding, Miguel. Which one do you need? Eleven? Thirteen? Hmm, it's too bad they don't have a size twenty.”

He strode over to her and dug his fingers into her side, threatening her with another tickle attack. She jumped, startled, and let out a little yelp that had his heart racing in his chest. Then she turned to frown at him. “You're so mean, Miguel!”

He smirked and bent over to bring his mouth closer to hers. “Make up your mind, arañita. Do you think I need a bigger ball? Or a smaller one?”

Holy shit! How could he say that?! Her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks heated up in embarrassment as she tried to think about anything but his extremely private, extremely sensitive … man parts. Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't be tempted to let her gaze drop to, well, his balls. Then she took a step away from him.

“Um, whichever you want, Miguel,” she waved him off, very obviously trying to avoid looking at him. He bit his lip, narrowly stopping a chuckle from falling out at the way her heart had started speeding up in her chest. Dios, she was cute. Unfairly so, he thought to himself, his eyes trailing over the curves of her hips and ass as she bent over to pick up whichever size bowling ball she wanted. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and eat her up while he teased her, the blood rushing to her face as he whispered naughty things in her ear. She carried her ball over to the bowling lane, completely oblivious to the dirty thoughts running through his mind, and he dug his nails into his palms to stop himself from thinking them.

She glanced over at the other lanes as he set his ball down beside hers, taking note of the many appreciative looks the other players kept flashing her … her friend. Then she slid her gaze over to him, studying his brawny shoulders and his strapping chest and his powerful arms. She shuffled closer to him and curled her fingers around his arm, stretching onto her toes to murmur in his ear.

“Um, don't break anything, okay, Miguel?” she asked him nervously. He paused, trying hard not to think about the way his heart stuttered in his chest at the feeling of her warm breath tickling his ear, her sweet scent dancing around him, her soft body pressing up against his as she tried to maintain her balance.

“Why would I break anything?" he asked, confused by the sudden request. She lowered herself back down, still clutching onto his forearm possessively.

“I don’t know. I mean, you’re, like, super strong. What if you accidentally snap a bowling pin in half or something?!” Her eyes lit up at the thought and she gasped. “Oh my god! That would be insane!” Then she glanced up at him, lips still parted in shock.

“Don’t actually do that though!” she told him quickly. He snickered.

“I’m not going to snap anything in half, arañita,” he reassured her, turning to face her so that everyone would think they were together and stop looking at him in a way he wanted only her to look at him. “¡Estás loca!” (You're crazy!)

“It’s okay, Miguel.” She patted him on the arm soothingly. “I’ll let you win if you want!” He raised an eyebrow, smirking down at her.

“You’ll let me win?” he repeated incredulously. He took a step closer to her, towering over her with his powerful form. “What makes you think I won’t win anyway?” She grinned and took a step forward as well, tilting her head back to look up at him.

“Let’s see about that, shall we?” She spun on her heel and strode over to her lane, bending forward to pick up her ball and sticking her ass out just so. She glanced up at him, biting on her lip as her messy curls fell to one side, framing her face perfectly. Then she stood up, taking her time making her way to the start of her lane, her hips swaying with each step she took. Finally, she swung her arm back, jogging the last few steps before releasing the ball at the pins. The screen flashed with a bright red ‘X’ and she turned around to smirk at him as she returned to the seating area, clasping her hands behind her back so that her chest puffed out towards him. She stopped right in front of him and fluttered her eyelashes up at him, putting on that one not-so-innocent look she’d always give him whenever she’d done something naughty. He sucked in a breath as she licked her lips, his heart skipping a beat at the sight. “Your turn, mi Miguelito.”

F*ck. He wasn't sure, but he thought he felt something leak out of him right then. He gritted his teeth as she moved past him to take a seat on the bench, clenching his fists to try to stop himself from turning around and following her every movement with his gaze. Then he took in a deep breath and sighed. It was going to be a long p*nche night.

She let out a loud groan as the sound of all the pins clattering to the ground echoed around them again. Miguel turned to grin at her and she marched over to him, frowning up at him as she grabbed onto his forearm. “I told you not to use your super strength!”

“I'm not using my super strength, arañita,” he told her, delighting in the way she'd wrapped herself around his arm again. “Just my normal strength.”

He bent over, his eyes never leaving hers as he brought his face closer to hers. “Or did you forget what all these muscles were for?”

X gulped at his suggestive tone, her mind running wild with thoughts of all the things she would like for his muscles to do - to do to her, specifically. But then she set her brows again, giving him as hard a shove as she could manage, the movement barely shifting him. He chuckled as she stalked over to the lane to take her last few shots. Miraculously, she managed to get all three strikes in a row. But it still wouldn't be enough to beat him, she thought, looking up at the scoreboard. She folded her arms across her chest and returned to her seat, absolutely seething at her loss. Miguel went over to the lane and also scored three strikes in a row, enjoying the cute little twist of her lips far too much to let her win. His name flashed on the screen as he was declared the winner and he strolled back to X, grinning at the thunderous expression on her face. He reached out to tickle her chin and laughed when she pulled her face away.

“Who knew you were such a sore loser, arañita?” he teased her. She hopped to her feet and clenched her fists, trying not to take the bait. Instead, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and rearranged her expression into one of disinterest.

“I think we should go,” she suggested coolly. “It's probably pretty late by now.” She grabbed his wrist and checked the time on his watch, shifting herself around so that her shoulder was brushing against his chest. He snickered and stealthily curled a finger around the belt loop of her jeans. She gasped as he gave it a tug, then turned to glare up at him. He narrowed his eyes at her in thought.

“Do you think anyone at HQ would believe me if I told them how competitive you actually are?” She shoved him again, pushing at him with her hands, but just ended up sinking into his chest this time. He smiled and snuck his other finger into another of her belt loops, holding her in place as she stood there, hands on his chest. He raised an eyebrow at her and she felt her stomach run through an entire gymnastics routine at the sight. “Don’t you want to get ice cream or something?”

She was so close to him that she could just stretch up onto her toes and kiss him if she wanted to. His lips just looked so juicy and inviting, she couldn’t help herself from considering it. But what if he pushed her away? What if he told her that he didn’t like her like that and then they’d never even be able to be friends again? Not that being just friends with him forever was an option anyway - it made her sick to her stomach trying to picture him with someone other than her someday. She lowered her gaze and lifted her hands slightly so she wasn’t touching him anymore.

“Uh, what about hot chocolate?” she suggested instead. “There’s this fast food place that has the best hot chocolate in the whole world!”

They’d been having fun, he’d thought, teasing one another with playful touches and teasing remarks. But then her entire demeanour had changed, so suddenly that all the adrenaline left him as well. He let his hands fall back to his sides, confused. “Uh, a fast food place? Serving hot chocolate?”

“No! Seriously!” she insisted, her spirits seeming to have lifted slightly. She grabbed his arm and started leading him out of the arcade. “Let’s go try it!” And of course, just like he always did, he didn’t say no, instead letting her drag him along to whatever she wanted to do that would make her happy.

He took a sip of his drink and winced at how sweet it was. Then he set the cup back down. “Why do I keep letting you do this to me?”

She grinned as she stirred her own drink. If she was being completely honest, she wasn’t entirely sure herself why he always found it so difficult to say no to her. But it was something that even everyone at HQ had seemed to have picked up on, always going to her to ask Miguel for something they wanted. She’d never abuse her power though, of course she’d never take advantage of him like that! Well, not for anyone else, anyway. She shrugged. “I dunno, Miguel. Why do you keep letting me do this to you?”

His heart stuttered at the mischievous smile she flashed him before lifting the cup to her lips. He knew exactly why he kept letting her do this to him: because she made him happy. Because she always worked so hard to try to put even the smallest of smiles on his face. Because he was in love with her, so how could he possibly ever say no to her?

“Mmm!” she moaned, licking the foam off her lips after placing her cup on the table. “¡Delicioso, Miguel!” His body tightened as he remembered the last time she’d said it to him, a devious smile on her lips as she’d sucked the gelato off her spoon. She gazed up at him, her smile sweeter this time, more innocent. Like it was enough for her, just to sit here with him, the two of them seeming like the only people in the world this late at night. He smiled softly and leaned across the table, reaching forward to wipe the foam off her nose and bringing it to his lips to suck it off his thumb. Her lips curled at the ends, delighted by the way he always took care of her so easily - so instinctively - and she lowered her head so that her hair fell over her face, hiding her shy smile from him. He reached out immediately, tucking her hair behind her ear - not because he wanted to see that pretty smile she always gave him when he’d done something to make her happy, but just because he didn’t want her hair to get in her drink. That was what he told himself anyway, even as he felt his chest warm at the way she wriggled her legs beneath the table in excitement. Even then.

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