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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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Ways the Death Note Cast Show They Trust You

I lost some inspiration towards the middle there, I’m sorry!!

- he will always have Watari make extra servings of food just for you. It’s a bit startling at first. So suddenly there’s just food in front of you that you think is for L, but when you push it towards him, he pushes it right back to you.

“You don’t want it?” He’d ask, leaving you confused until you finally put the pieces together.

“Oh, I…I guess I didn’t realize it was for me. My bad.” You begin eating. “Thank you.”

L simply hums and continues with whatever he was just up to.

- You know that thing cats do where they’re sitting perfectly still, eyes closed, guard slightly down, but still not quite asleep? I can picture L doing something like this during any moment of downtime he gets. Just sitting, scrunched up in his chair or wherever he happens to be, eyes closed but the cogs in his brain are still turning. You notice him doing this when it is only you and him in the room, simply thinking it’s because of the moment of rare solitude. Little do you know, it’s because he trusts that you won’t hurt him or let anything bad happen to him.

- L is a person who prefers to be in charge of his own life. He likes knowing what’s going on around him at all times and when things are out of his hands he can’t help but feel uncomfortable. However, with a person he’s developed a close relationship with and knows he can trust with everything he has, L will feel more comfortable leaving decisions up to them. You’ll have to start small though, like being the one to plan a surprise date. He might feel a bit uncomfy at the beginning, shifting around and possibly even insisting he sit so that he can see the exits clearly, but he eases into it eventually. Soon you both find yourselves joking around in the odd way that you do and gorging on cake and ice cream.

Mello

- being vulnerable is something Mello isn’t too keen on. He already feels vulnerable most of the time and would kick himself if he let that show through his actions. If Mello truly trusts you, he will feel as though he can be vulnerable around you without any judgement on your end. Small acts that show vulnerability such as asking you to help him with something he can’t quite handle on his own — even if it’s something as simple as not being able to reach something off a shelf or being unsure about how to fix something. Eventually, he’ll work his way up to the bigger stuff like being physically wounded in front of you or having a mental block.

- Sharing his clothes with you or letting you pick his outfit for him. Now, it sounds like he’s just being a little diva and that’s only partially true. But his clothes are important to him, they’re a factor that sets him aside from his plain-dressing rival and in his eyes they make him more interesting than him, visually at least. He’s happy to dress you up, and it is true that he has to have a close relationship with you to want to do so, but you should be especially proud if he lets you alter his appearance in any way.

- He likes to believe that he’s had his goals set out from the beginning. Surpass Near, become the next L, and go on from there. What he pushes to the back of his brain are the moments he’s been studying and he’s asked himself ‘What if I went down a different path?’. He quickly pushes these thoughts away, but they keep coming back. What would life be like if this wasn’t an option for him? What if he were a writer? What if he lived in the city with people he loves and went to the movies every Friday? Unwillingly, he has a whole list of possibilities. If he truly trusts you, he’ll share every single one with you. Whether it’s dropping hints or confessing them one by one late at night, he can’t help but feel that they’re safe with you.

Misa

- it seems a bit surface level, but it’s true — Misa will talk down on Light in front of you if she trusts you. But it’s not straight away. She had developed a lot of courage to actually break up with him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still doubt her decision to do so. It’s only when she finds out from you how loved ones are supposed to treat each other — with kindness and respect — that she feels her decision to ditch Light was the entirely right one. Slowly, she’ll start to admit to you all the things she hated about Light, starting with some of his mannerisms and building up to something like how he forced her to leave the entertainment business.

- Misa is…dramatic. She likes to go above and beyond for someone she’s infatuated with and make sure they’re the happiest they can be. If she trusts you enough to develop this kind of infatuation and, with some development, less of an obsession and more of a strong, bonding love, you will be doted on to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. You could be at home during one of her work days and you’ll get a delivery of lunch from your favorite takeout place because Misa was ‘thinking of you <3’, as she explains when you text her asking why food randomly showed up at your place. It’s rather sweet.

- Misa’s a pretty talkative person in general, that’s a well known fact. She’ll talk about clothes, a cute birdie she saw on her way home, really anything that comes to mind. But, she’ll do that with about anyone who’ll listen. It’s gradual, so it’s hard to notice, but if Misa grows to trust you she’ll start talking about some of the more serious things that have been on her mind for a while, those things that she thought would scare off anyone she liked because of how personal they are to her. Her family before they died, for example. It’s something that Misa thinks about. So much. But she doesn’t really talk about it. She wants to forget, put the past behind her but because she’s never talked about it with anyone it’s hard to do that. She’ll talk about her family to you, the little things her sister used to do and some things her parents did that she misses.

Matsuda

- Matsuda often begins to idolize those who he thinks are trustworthy and have a good heart. He starts to tell you how much he loves when you do x and that he wishes he could perform as well as you in that area. In a sense, he trusts you with his vulnerability, letting you know that he thinks of himself as less than satisfactory and how he wishes he could do better, only he channels it by pointing out good things about you. If…that makes sense.

- This sounds dire, but he’ll risk his life for the people he completely, without a doubt trusts. He was willing to do so with Chief Yagami, someone he saw as a father figure, and he would certainly be willing to do so with you, someone who he feels he has a deep emotional connection to. Whether you’re in a situation where he would need to or he’s just saying that he would, he means it.

- Matsuda trusts you to not make fun of him when he overshares or talks too much or anything his coworkers brush him off for. He feels that he can talk about things he finds funny and talk about his life without worrying about what you think of him when he does.

Matt

- he would drop everything to help you. Whether that’s dropping his game to help you kill a bug or leaving his duties behind to help you out of a life or death situation. Whichever scenario you happen to find yourself in he’s there no matter what.

- He’ll invite you into his personal life. I know this is kind of a given but Matt had the chance to become the next L. He had the chance to become something “great” and he said “ummm rather not” to it because it wasn’t something he wanted. If he shares this information with you, he trusts you not to leave him for something better when you discover the status he could have had and refused. He trusts you to appreciate him because of him and not the intelligence everyone but him cherishes.

- He leaves you alone around important technology and software he’s hacked. Unfortunately for him, betrayal comes with the business he’s got himself into and, if Matt really trusts you on both a professional and emotional level, he won’t have a problem worrying about whether or not you’ll take advantage of his coffee break to gather information for some other organization or something. He will literally just go “mkay babe I gotta go fuel up on caffeine real quick, you’re good watching the hacked government database right? Cool cya.”

Near

- Near trusts you to take him to public places. Sounds simple, yeah. But Near has never liked crowds, or even just too many strangers in a wide open place. It’s strange to everyone observing how one day he decides he needs a new toy, his old one having broken due to old age, and asks you to take him to the toy store. He’s questioned, people wondering why he wouldn’t rather you just go alone but Near insists. Apparently the toy that broke is special addition and he wants to make sure you get the right one. He stays close to you the whole way, not really saying much, but he’s there and that’s a big step for him.

- He helps you out with puzzles. Basically cheats for you. When he’s eyeing one specific empty slot, coughing lightly to get your attention, just know that he’s not helping you because he thinks you need it. Quite the opposite actually. With anyone else, he believes that they should be able to solve it on their own. He thinks that if they can’t, then that’s their fault. But with you…it’s as if he trusts that you’re intelligent enough without the puzzle being an indicator of that intelligence, so much so that he thinks the puzzle itself is obsolete when it comes to you. He doesn’t need a puzzle to know how smart you are.

- He’ll eat the foods you make him. Near’s picky eater-ness is above that of a child who only eats chicken tenders and pizza. He doesn’t eat that many people’s food because he knows it’s probably not he way he likes it. But with you, he trusts that you respect his eating habits and know him well enough to get it right the first time. Though he does check the food out for a bit, he’ll eat it. Sometimes all of it. Fuckin astonishing to Rester who had attempted many times to heat up microwave dinners for the guy.

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silversatoru · 3 years

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Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺

May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️

burdens pt. 2

a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event

tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death

word count: 3k

“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.

Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.

You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.

He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.

To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.

“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.

You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.

“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.

“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.

“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.

“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”

You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.

Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.

Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.

“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.

The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.

“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”

“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.

You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”

Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”

“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”

“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”

The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.

From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.

The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.

Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.

Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.

You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.

And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.

“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.

His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.

“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.

“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.

“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”

Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.

He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.

“Alright, so when does this thing start?”

after the start of the event

Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.

Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?

Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.

You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.

A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.

“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.

You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.

Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.

He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?

He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.

Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.

It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.

A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.

“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.

Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?

“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.

Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.

“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.

“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.

You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.

“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.

“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.

“Shut up”.

“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.

“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.

The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.

“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.

Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.

Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.

Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.

And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.

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pa-panda-heroes · 3 years

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No one asked but take it hERE YOU GO bc I’m suffering and I just need a 2d baby to help me with my shit spine-

Megumi, Yuuji, and Nobara helping out their s/o with back issues!

Megumi:

He doesn’t know a thing about it and what it’s like, or even heard of your issue. That said, he’s quick to look it up on the internet to figure out exactly what’s goin on, what might help, and what he can help with. Really wants to help if he can’

Need your shit put back into place? Megumi’s your guy! He’ll watch dozens of videos to learn how to do it, and while he may be nervous about cracking your back and shifting things back into place, he’s a natural at it. He’s gentle with you, refraining from manhandling and yanking you around when he doesn’t need to, and he somehow knows exactly how much pressure is needed and where.

Even though he does so well, he’ll always remark a firm “You really should see a professional about it, though.” He’s just pushy like that, even though he’s always happy to help where he can. Megumi just thinks it’s better to have someone trained and licensed to do something like this.

Probably won’t be too thrilled when you ask for a massage for the first time. Again, he’s fine with learning, but he doesn’t feel apt enough and encourages you to have a pro do it. You need to be as stubborn as Nobara to convince him.

Once you do, though, he realizes it’s kinda nice. The two of you can chitchat idly about anything that comes to mind and it’s really peaceful. It’s quiet. Void of the “excitement” that daily life has, be it fighting for your life against curses or trying to keep a tight leash on Yuuji and Nobara. And if you fall asleep? He’ll swoon.

Eventually he’ll pick up on what aggravates your back and what doesn’t, as well as what helps and what doesn’t. Megumi will also quickly notice cues in your body language or demeanor that call for his help, painkillers, or a much-needed break.

If you’ve been out and about all day exorcising curses and the pain gets unbearable, asking him to carry you on his back can yield various results. If the others are around or if you’re in public, he’ll be pretty adamant you take some pain pills and rest for a little while.

It’s not that he sees it as a burden or anything; he likes that you’d ask him. However, the thought of carrying you on his back in front of other people is quite flustering to him, but if you’re actually wounded aside from your usual issue, he’ll follow along with a bit of grumbling. When no one’s around, though, he’ll offer before you can ask.

Yuuji:

You’d think he would be clueless and utterly confused, but nay! Yuuji knows lidocaine patches are a gift to this world, hot pads are a gem, and hot baths are an absolute miracle. Well, they can be. He knows that when it’s especially bad, it’s bad and your best bet is to find the most comfortable resting position as possible and leave it at that.

Sympathetic as hell. Yuuji has seen what back pain can do to someone - he saw that with his own grandfather, even if the old man’s issue was brought on by his age. While he doesn’t experience it himself, Yuuji just knows. He doesn’t know how to pop you back into place, though. The old man was stubborn about letting him do that, so he has no experience.

Great at cracking things back into place once you teach him, even if he can be a bit clumsy actually getting into position to do it. “No, you have to stand so that I’m facing you.” “Oh, so... like this, with my hands this way?” “Yuuji, sweetheart, you can’t pop my hips back into place from my knees-“

He tries so hard to help out. Whether it’s popping up out the blue (and giving you one hell of a fright) with painkillers, keeping a literal stockpile of lidocaine patches in his pockets, or constantly asking if he can “crack” you (much to the bewilderment of everyone else because he gives no context-), Yuuji nearly smothers you.

It’s cute, though, and he’s smothering you for all the right reasons! When you happen to be in the city after a job well-done, he’ll offer to buy you ice cream, “since you worked so hard today and your back is probably killing you.” “Yuuji, are you using my shit back as an excuse to gorge on sweets?!” Yes, yes he absolutely is. And with the massive puppy eyes he gives you, there’s no way you can say no.

Loves loves loves to do the thing where he hugs you from behind, squeezes real tightly, and jerks you up. He’ll say it’s because it seems to help and the relief he sees on your face afterward is wonderful to see, but it’s really because he just likes squeezing you.

Gives you piggyback rides all the time. You can refuse and tell him your back is fine to walk all you want, but it won’t work. He’ll come up with an excuse along the lines of preventing your back from getting bad. You have to somewhat admit he has a point, and he honestly does believe in that. But he’s just happy to carry you.

Horrible masseuse. Dear Fujisan keep this boy the hell away from your muscles. Popping and cracking you entails quick, hard pressure and maneuvers, while massages entail constant pressure over periods of time and slow, graceful movements. Yuuji is neither slow nor graceful. He tries so hard for you, tho

Nobara:

This poor girl has no idea what the hell is going on with you but still somehow does everything right. And she’s totally bewildered when a wild guess in the dark actually works, like.... what?? Are you sure you’re not faking it so she doesn’t feel bad for being clueless?? Y/n?? Hello??

Scared of her own shadow when it comes to helping crack you or put your back into place. Remember Noboara’s little “muri muri muri” dance when she found out Yuuji ate a cursed object? That is exactly what you get when you bring it up to her, because she’s afraid she’ll hurt you.

You will have to show her on her own body what you need before she’ll consider doing it. Or, you can taunt her. That always works! But once she’s got it down, Nobara might even ask you if you can work on her back or refer her to the chiropractor that you go to when you’re able. She’s curious to see how an adjustment could help her even though she doesn’t have any problems.

Pain killers and heating pads galore. She has so much stockpiled in her cabinet, you wonder if she eats pills like candy. In reality, she just likes to be prepared. She keeps plenty of other things of a medical nature, too. “Hey, hey, hey, y/n! Have you tried a back brace? I’ve got this kind, and this kind...”

Actually gets super interested in your condition. Nobara will scour the internet trying to learn everything she can, be it looking at x-ray samples or treatments. She even saw a video detailing the process of drilling screws and metal bars into the spine to treat scoliosis, once. Needless to say, she gets a handle of what your condition is rather effectively.

Unless you’re a fair amount under 160cm/5ft3 in height, you’re probably not getting any piggyback rides from Nobara. You can bet she’ll try, though, especially when the others (or you) tease her about it. She’ll pull it off out of hard spite, just to prove them wrong because she can do anything she puts her mind to and she’s stubborn.

Ask her for a massage. Do it. You will not regret it! Nobara’s lithe fingers are perfect for rolling out any built-up tension. She knows just what kind of pressure, where to put it, and how to move her fingers over your muscles to help reduce pain, tension, and just overall stress.

And she has fun doing it, too! She loves helping you out, and every once in a while when she’s really focused, you can catch her humming to herself with a tiny smile and cheery glint to her eyes. Nobara is surprisingly a quiet masseuse because of her intense focus, so you’ll have to do most of the talking if you feel like it.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro x reader #itadori x reader #kugisaki x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji x reader #nobara x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #kugisaki nobara x reader #disclaimer:this was entirely self-indulgent and definitely led by my own experiences with scoliosis whoops

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helaintoloki · 4 years

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First Date

pairing: Diego Hargreeves x reader

warnings: extreme amount of fluff, nervous Diego, etc.

notes: this piece is for a writing trade I’m doing with @lovcfools !

summary: the story of your first date with Diego

Diego could hardly remember the last time he’d been this nervous let alone the last time he’d been on a real date. He still could hardly believe the fact that you’d actually accepted his offer to go out for a “bite to eat” as he’d put it, yet here he was at your front doorstep with his best shirt on and a decent bouquet of flowers (a first date must have according to Allison).

Diego’s breath catches in his throat the minute you open the door and by god do you look stunning. He gulps nervously and feels his palms begin to perspire, heart beat picking up rapidly when you flash that award winning smile of yours.

“H-Hi,” he greets, cursing himself for the stutter and hoping he’ll be able to keep it at bay throughout the evening.

“Hi Diego,” you grin. Your eyes notice the bouquet of flowers in his hand and twinkle with excitement. “Are those for me?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I uh, I wasn’t sure what kind you liked so I got a little of everything,” he explains with a nervous laugh as he awkwardly thrusts the bouquet upon you.

“That’s so sweet of you,” you compliment, hugging the flowers close to your chest. “I didn’t really peg you as the flowers type of guy, if I’m being honest.”

“I guess I’m full of surprises,” he jokes, his confidence beginning to return to him now that he’s found his rhythm with you. You always have a way of throwing him off, making him slip up, and it’s not on purpose of course. You’re not even aware of the affect you have on him, but Diego always turns to putty whenever you’re around.

Once you’re ready he offers you his arm and walks you to his car, being sure to open and close your door for you as well. He resented his father for many things, but he had to give Reginald credit for the etiquete lessons they’d all had to participate in as kids. He figures he’ll take you a nearby diner; it’s quiet and simple, just the two of you with no distractions, and you can’t go wrong with fries and a burger for dinner. You listen to an old Kiss song on the way, stealing glances from each other and repeatedly getting caught in the process. But it’s fun and every time he shoots a wink at you you giggle, something that’s music to his ears.

Much like Griddy’s the diner is warm and inviting but pretty empty during the night, but neither of you seem to mind as you sit down and look through your menus. He expects you to order a salad (because that’s what most girls eat on date’s, right) and is pleasantly surprised when you instead order a cheeseburger with extra bacon and cheese fries, which you offer to share with him, of course.

“So what do you do for work?” You ponder curiously while playing with the paper wrapping of your straw.

“Oh, you know,” he shrugs offhandedly, “odd jobs around the city. You?”

“Kindergarten teacher,” you reply with a smile. “I’ve been teaching for five years now.”

“So you must be good with kids then?”

“I think you have to be if you want to be a teacher. Others may not share my sentiment but I want the kids to have a place to feel safe, even if it’s just for a few hours a day. Who knows what they have to deal with outside of school?”

Diego smile faintly at that, his mind wandering as he fiddles with his butter knife. Your kind hearted tenderness reminds him a lot of his mother, and he wishes he could have met you sooner. Your presence definitely would have helped during his childhood years. He wonders what your reaction would be if you actually knew what he did during his “odd jobs,” if you actually knew who he was, what he could do, and what he’d done. A nice little school teacher on the arm of a vigilante was a funny picture in his head, and he could already hear his siblings giving him shit for his choice in women. But you were different than what he was used to, a good different, sweet and normal and sane. It was a change but a good one, and he really hoped this whole thing could work out.

Despite how full you both are from gorging on dinner food, you decide to split a bowl of ice cream. Diego lets you pick the flavor, and though he isn’t particularly fond of your choice he says nothing as you smile and talk about your upcoming trip to visit some family. He pays the bill despite how much you protest but agrees to let you be the one to leave a tip, and though you’re reluctant it’s starting to get late so you have no choice but to start heading back home. He takes the longer route this time so you can have more time together, and you’re delighted when he uses his free hand to hold your own as he drives.

Diego makes you feel safe in a way no one else ever has. He’s warm, he’s strong, he’s very handsome, and despite only having been on one real date with him you know that he’d do anything to protect you. Perhaps it’s too soon to tell, but you feel like you could fall in love with him if you wanted to, and you do.

“Do you go on dates often?” You ask, and though you try to remain neutral your obvious prying tone has Diego quietly chuckling in the driver’s seat.

“Nah. I usually don’t even get this far in.”

“So what was different about tonight?”

“I really like you,” he replies earnestly, and you’re grateful for the fact that his eyes are on the road and not casted upon your blushing cheeks.

When you return home he opens your door for you once again and walks you all the way up to the front steps until you’re face to face, waiting with baited breath to see who will make the next move first.

“So...”

“I had a nice time tonight,” you smile gently.

“Does that mean I can take you out again sometime?” Diego asks with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.

“I think it would be wrong not,” you reply with a cheeky grin. “Will you call me when you get home so I know you got there safely?”

“I will.”

“Okay. Goodnight Diego.”

“Goodnight y/n.”

Neither of you turns to leave, instead choosing to linger there on your front doorstep. Your eyes dart from his intense gaze down to his lips, and a small breath escapes you as his warm hand comes to gently cup the back of your neck. He’s pulling you in closer, guiding you to meet him halfway until your mouths are meshing together in a sweet kiss. He isn’t abrasive or rough, but his lips do glide across your own skillfully and his tongue darts out for a mere moment to lick at your bottom lip. It’s sweet and it’s romantic and it has you wanting more the minute he pulls away. He smiles at you then, thumb rubbing carefully along your warm skin, and he leans in to give you one more firm kiss.

“I’ll call you,” he promises again.

“You better,” you murmur with a small smile.

Diego slips away from you to get back into his car and already you find yourself missing the warmth and comfort his presence brings you. He gives you a wave as he slips into the front seat and doesn’t drive off until he sees that you’ve made it inside alright and are tucked in safe for the night.

With the windows down and the radio playing some old song he doesn’t remember the name of, Diego realizes he’s found himself in quite the predicament. His head needs to be focused on his work, he can’t afford any distractions, but there seems to be one tiny problem: he’s falling in love with you.

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego x reader #diego imagine #the umbrella academy #tua #tua x reader

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sunriserose1023 · 3 years

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Another Try [6]

SUMMARY: He was supposed to return the Infinity Stones. He used them instead. WORD COUNT: 3282 PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Female Reader WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES: Language, canon divergent, timeline delineation, explicit sexual content, canon-typical situations/injuries, more warnings will be added/removed as the series progresses

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“You’re sure you haven’t noticed anything different?”

You sighed, flicking your eyes up to Wanda, who kept her mouth shut, a small smile playing at her lips as she worked on your hair. Natasha tapped her foot against yours and you looked to her.

“No.” “Liar.” “Why ask if you’re not going to believe me?”

Natasha sighed, shaking her head.

“It’s just … he’s not acting right.”

Wanda didn’t say anything, but you saw her eyebrows furrow. Natasha continued, unfolding herself from the chair across from yours and standing up.

“He’s not one for PDA. Ever. But he can’t keep his hands off you.” “Thanks, buddy. Making my ego swell over here.”

Wanda smiled at that, keeping quiet as she continued her work. Natasha shook her head.

“You know what I mean. He hasn’t been himself since we got back from that mission he sat out. The one where he wanted to see if we could do it without him.”

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

You started to shake your head, going still when Wanda muttered under her breath. You watched her hands as she fixed your hair, smiling when a pin rose off the counter, hanging in the air beside her until she was ready for it. Natasha cleared her throat and you rolled your eyes as you looked to her. You blew out a breath when you saw the expectant look on her face.

“Nat, it’s his business. Not mine.” “You’re getting ready for a date with him. A date with Captain America. He doesn’t date. But now he’s going to date you?” “Are you jealous? Because that tone and the words you keep using make me think you’re a little jealous.”

Wanda’s hands went still, darkly lined eyes straying from your hair to see Natasha standing still, eyes wide. Your eyes slowly blinked, moving to meet hers. Nat blinked, shaking her head.

“I’m not jealous.” “You sure?” “Why would I be jealous? I have Clint. I love Clint. I don’t want Steve.” “So why do you have such a problem with him wanting me?”

Natasha shook her head.

“That’s not what I have a problem with. My problem is him acting completely out of character.” “It’s not completely out of character. He’s always looked at Y/N.” “Looking is a lot different than touching, milaya.”

Wanda smiled, going back to your hair. You met Wanda’s eyes in the mirror.

“What does milaya mean?” “Sweet.”

You looked back to Natasha when she answered your question. Natasha sighed, sitting at your feet.

“I’m not trying to come across as a jealous bitch or someone disbelieving that anyone would find you desirable. You’re beautiful and kind and you deserve the best.” “Then trust me when I tell you it’s him.”

You reached a hand out and Natasha took it. You smiled at her.

“He’s okay. We’ve talked and I just don’t feel comfortable telling you his business. He’ll talk to you if he needs you.”

Natasha held your gaze, then slowly nodded.

“You’ve talked to him?” “You think you’re the only one who thought the kiss was out of nowhere?”

Wanda’s hands gave your scalp a gentle scratch. You gave a quiet sigh and she picked up a can of hairspray.

“No more talking. Close mouths.”

You and Natasha did, and you closed your eyes as Wanda sprayed your hair.

“There. Hair is done.”

You blinked your eyes open to see your hair twisted in braids and pinned up. It looked good, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Wanda. This is perfect.” “I thought it would work. Nat, you want makeup?”

Natasha nodded, the room falling silent as she dabbed and rubbed the makeup onto your face. When she was done, she and Wanda helped you into the dress the three of you had picked out and they’d guaranteed would knock Steve for a loop, and they ran down to gather the crowd.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands down the front of the pale pink dress, letting out a shaky breath.

Why were you nervous? It’s just Steve. Just dinner with Steve. Maybe seeing a lot more of Steve by the end of the night.

Although you didn’t want to seem like a slut, sleeping with him on the first date.

You blew out a breath, walking to your dresser and putting your hands on top of it, shaking and then hanging your head.

“Stop it. Don’t overthink this. It’s Steve.”

Steve, the one you’d always thought was so handsome, your favorite Avenger. Steve, the friend who watched horror movies with you and laughed when you got scared, but still let you bury your face in his shoulder to hide from the onscreen monsters. Steve, the one who gorges himself on rocky road ice cream when you go for the pint of cookie dough, then offers you that same shoulder to rest against when you’ve both got tummy aches from too much ice cream.

Steve, the one who kissed you like you’d never been kissed before, the one in whose arms you felt safer than you ever had, the man you never wanted to walk away from.

You glanced over your shoulder when you heard your phone vibrate and you walked to the nightstand to pick it up. A smile came over your face when you saw the message from Steve.

Ready?

One word. How can one simple word make your entire body feel like floating? You rolled your eyes at yourself, shaking your head, typing a message back to him.

Yep. Want me to meet you downstairs?

Your breath hitched in your throat while you watched the three little bubbles dance at the bottom of the screen before his text appeared.

Sure. I’m there now, and we’ve got an audience.

You smiled, shaking your head.

I figured as much. Be right down.

You blew out a breath, picking up the clutch Natasha had given you for the night. You unsnapped it and glanced inside, shaking your head at the slim knife tucked into the side pocket, alongside two of her Widow’s Bites. You muttered a thanks to her under your breath as you slid your phone inside, closing it and exhaling as you crossed in front of the mirror again. You stared at yourself, running a nail under your bottom lip, the lip kit Wanda insisted on actually looking damn good on you. You spritzed perfume on your wrists and the modest cleavage you were showing, setting your shoulders.

You got to the door before you realized you hadn’t put your shoes on yet.

You groaned, rushing to your closet and pulling out the wedges, sitting on the bed to buckle them around your ankles. You stood up and smoothed your hands down your dress, grabbing the clutch and making your way down the stairs.

The low hum of noise that seemed to always be present in the compound was comforting to you, and you shook your head, a smile coming to your face and cheeks heating as catcalls and whistles broke out. Sam was clapping while Bucky used two of his metal fingers to give a shrill whistle. Clint kept yelling obscene things that made you laugh, with Natasha right beside him, laughing and whispering things that made him turn red. Wanda and Pietro were near the back of the room, smiles on both their faces.

You felt the breath catch in your throat when you turned your attention to the bottom of the stairs, to Steve’s eyes locked on you, pure hunger in his gaze. He shook his head, holding out a hand for you, and once you’d put your hand in his, you felt a peace wash over you. He leaned down, whispering in your ear.

“You look stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.”

You looked up at him, giving him a soft smile as he tucked your hand through his arm. Tony stood in front of the two of you and you rolled your eyes at the way his chest was puffed out.

“Bring her home at a decent hour.” “Oh, for the love of God.”

You reached out and shoved Tony’s shoulder, rolling your eyes.��

“You’re not my dad. Don’t even start that shit. We are adults and we will be home when we’re good and ready.”

Steve’s eyebrows raised and he couldn’t stop the smile from coming to his lips. You shook your head as the crowd laughed, giving his arm a squeeze and he nodded to everyone as the two of you began walking out of the compound.

“So you and Buck are pretty close.”

You turned your head, studying Steve’s profile as he drove the truck. A smile came to your lips and you gave a soft laugh, causing him to take his eyes off the road and look at you.

“You’ve been sitting on that awhile, huh?”

Steve’s cheeks went red as he looked back to the road and you laughed again, reaching over and patting his knee.

“You don’t have anything to be jealous about, Steve. Bucky and I are just friends.” “I’m not jealous.”

You laughed, and he shook his head. You turned to straighten your skirt, a smile on your face.

“You are jealous, and it’s cute. But I promise, you have nothing to worry about. Bucky isn’t the least bit interested in me.” “Well, who is he interested in?”

You looked up through the windshield, then over to him.

“You can’t tell?”

Steve sighed.

“I’m terrible at romantic shit.” “No kidding.”

He quickly looked at you and you laughed. He furrowed his brows as he looked back to the road and you bit your bottom lip, a smile staying on your face.

“You do realize Riley was more than just Sam’s Army buddy, right?”

Steve looked to you as he came to a stop at a red light. You raised your eyebrows expectantly, realizing the exact second it clicked for Steve.

“Seriously?!”

You laughed, holding a hand to your chest. Steve just stared at you until a car behind you honked and you both noticed the green light. He pulled forward, eyes wide, shaking his head.

“Seriously?”

You nodded, glancing out the window.

“Bucky and Sam dance around it, but sooner or later, one of them’s going to give in.” “How can you be so sure?” “Well, you did.”

A soft smile came to Steve’s lips, but he kept looking out the windshield. He reached over and held out his hand, and you slipped your hand in his, smiling yourself when he laced his fingers through yours. You laid your other hand on top of his, patting gently.

“I’m glad you finally gave in, Steve.”

His smile grew, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he looked over to you.

“So am I, sweetheart.”

You laughed as the water rushed over your toes, feeling yourself sink deeper into the wet sand. You glanced over your shoulder to see Steve standing back, just watching you, with the sweetest smile on his face. He held your shoes in his hand, the wedges dangling from his fingertips. You reached out a hand and he smiled, walking towards you.

“Is it cold?” “No, it feels good. Come see.”

He raised one eyebrow, the smile still on his lips.

“Giving me orders?” “Merely a suggestion, Cap.”

He shook his head, dropping your shoes to the sand, removing his own shoes and socks, rolling his pants up to his knees and nodding as he muttered to himself.

“Now there’s a good look for a date.”

You giggled, reaching out for him again. He took your hand in his own, lacing your fingers together, smiling when the water rushed over his feet. He closed his eyes, memories of the smell of the salty air, the sounds of the Cyclone, the taste of a hot dog suddenly washing over him. He could hear Bucky with a lisp until his adult teeth grew in, the sound of his mother calling his name, the way she promised he could have some saltwater taffy if he’d just take a break before he had another asthma attack.

“Hey, big guy. Hey. Come back to me.”

Steve blinked his eyes open, looking down to see your face with a gentle smile.

“Where’d you go?”

Steve smiled, his bittersweet.

“Right here, eighty years ago.”

You stared at him as he looked out over the ocean.

“Ma used to bring me to Coney Island in the summers when she wasn’t working. We’d eat hot dogs and she’d bribe me with candy to try and get me to rest so my asthma wouldn’t act up. And then Bucky and I used to sneak out here when we were bad little kids, spending the money our parents gave us for train rides on hot dogs and crap.”

Steve shook his head, the ache in his heart subsiding some when you stepped closer to him, resting your head against his chest. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around you, feeling your body tremble.

“You cold?” “No. I’m just fine.”

Steve rested his head atop yours, smiling as he spoke softly.

“Will you do something for me?”

You didn’t answer, only nodded your head. Steve moved his hands to cup your face, lowering his head and pressing his lips to yours. You gave a soft sigh, moving your hands to his hips and kissing him back, going up on your toes, giggling softly when you sank deeper into the sand. Steve pulled back and smiled at you, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

You stared at his face, how handsome he was, still not understanding how you were on a freakin’ date with him right now. Steve took your hand, looking back out over the ocean once more, stepping behind you and holding you close as the two of you watched the sun begin to set.

“Steve?” “Just … be here with me.”

You nodded, turning your head to put your nose in his neck, breathing in deeply before resting your forehead against his jaw, watching the sky warm with the colors of a stunning sunset.

You stared out the window of the restaurant on the beach, arms crossed and resting on the table. Steve was throwing away the trash from your meal, and you smiled as you thought back to him saying it was practically a sin to come to Coney Island and not eat a hot dog at Nathan’s. Which was delicious, by the way.

He walked back to your table, making you laugh when he bypassed the other side of the booth, sitting beside you instead. He smiled and stretched an arm over the back of the seat, and you turned, resting back against him as you continued staring out the window. The arm he had across the back of the seat curled around you, and you raised your hand to entwine your fingers with his.

The two of you moved like you knew each other, like this was your one hundred and first date instead of the very first. You were comfortable with him, somehow bypassing the awkward “getting to know you” stage of a relationship. You moved to rest your head against his shoulder and he smiled.

“Ready to go?” “I guess.”

You could hear the smile as Steve pitched his voice lower.

“We don’t have to. We’ve got no plans for the next couple of days. We could just drive and get them to pick us up in a jet whenever they need us.”

You laughed to yourself, closing your eyes.

“I, uh … I don’t know how to say this.” “Say what, baby?”

You opened your eyes, giving a sharp, quiet exhale. He’d only done it a few times, let the “baby” or “sweetheart” slip from his lips, but every time, you felt a thrill go through you. You took in a breath and squeezed his hand.

“I don’t want to seem … I just … I mean, I know we ...”

You blew out a breath.

“Never mind.” “No, hey. You don’t have to feel ashamed or embarrassed. Not with me. It’s me. Just talk to me.”

You slowly nodded, turning your head to look back out the window, catching a glimpse of yours and Steve’s entwined hands out of the corner of your eye. You stared at his hand for a moment, then spoke softly.

“What if I don’t want you to take me home?” “Where do you want me to take you?”

You swallowed, keeping that same low tone.

“To a hotel. Maybe somewhere in Brooklyn. Somewhere no one knows us or even notices us and somewhere our friends won’t interrupt us.”

Steve’s hand tightened around yours, but you let go of him, turning to face him. He met your eyes, leaning closer, his shoulder bumping yours.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, swallowing again.

“I just don’t want to seem too forward, and I don’t want you to think I’m a slut or something. It just … this doesn’t feel new.” “What doesn’t?” “Me and you.”

You stared into his blue eyes and shook your head, a smile coming to your lips.

“You make me feel safe. I’m comfortable with you, but it’s not like it’s old and boring. This doesn’t feel like a first date.”

Steve nodded.

“I know what you mean.” “Do you?”

Steve smiled, lifting a hand to cradle your cheek. You closed your eyes as he leaned in, lips finding yours, coaxing them into a delicate dance. You kept your eyes closed as he pulled back, fingertips grazing over your cheek.

“It seems like we’ve been together forever. It is comfortable, but by no means boring.”

You opened your eyes to find him smiling down at you. He shook his head, pitching his voice lower.

“I don’t think you’re a slut. I’ve seen you with guys before. You don’t just jump into bed with them. Whether we go to a hotel or we go back to the compound, I’m still going to respect you in the morning.”

He somehow managed to swallow down the word he really wanted to say. That he’d still love you tomorrow.

You slid just a bit closer to him, your nose nearly brushing his as you spoke.

“Do you want to get a hotel room in Brooklyn?”

He gave a quiet laugh, purposefully brushing his nose against yours.

“You don’t know how bad I want that.” “And you won’t think less of me if we bang on the first date?”

Steve threw his head back and laughed, grinning when he caught sight of your face.

“There’s no one on this planet I think more of.” “Promise?” “I swear.”

You nodded, moving a hand to his thigh, feeling the muscle bunch under your hand. He moved a hand to cover yours and you nodded, lacing your fingers with his.

Steve leaned forward and kissed you, and you felt your cheeks warm as the kid behind the counter, the one Steve had been bantering with since the minute you’d walked in, called out to you.

“Get a room!”

Your cheeks flushed as Steve pulled away from you to glare at the kid, who laughed and gave you a thumb’s up. Steve turned back to you, giving a nod.

“Let’s.”

Steve slid out of the booth, keeping hold of your hand. You gave a quiet laugh to yourself, letting the sound go unashamedly as you tried to keep up with him. The two of you ran out the door and down the sidewalk, Steve frantically waving a hand for a taxi, you doing your best not to double over with laughter.

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years

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hi! I was wondering if I could get a match up for the owl house and attack on titan.... 👀

I go by she/they pronouns and I'm a panromantic asexual; I am an introvert (INTP 5w4) and I often come off as emotionless/detached at first glance, but I'm not like that AT ALL (this morning I literally cried because my hamster was eating a sunflower seed in the cutest way possible omg-)...but yeah, I guess I can be cold with people at times...and also very stubborn and sarcastic...maybe even a bit rude...I just have a sweet spot for cute animals lol; but yeah, I don't open up easily...it takes me a while, but when I do I become the biggest goofball that ever existed :D

I am extremely curious and discover new interests almost every day (I get bored pretty easily, so I need to constantly find something new lol); being a professional procrastinator is my full time job, especially if I have to do something I'm not really passionate about :')

oh and I love reading: I read literally everything as long as it catches my interest and allows me to learn something new; I also love playing with videogames and drawing/writing, often while listening to some music (mostly classical music or pop/rock, but I can enjoy pretty much anything)

in the future I'd love to become a storyboard artist or at least work in the animation field as a writer

I also have an unhealthy obsession with ice cream, tea and coffee (which is probably why I can't sleep at night...but they're just too good lol)

I don't really know what I look for in a partner...for sure, they must have a good sense of humour and like memes (I myself am a living meme at this point lol)...I think I'd probably just like someone who can respect my boundaries (I often need some alone time lol) and I have to know I can count on them and, even if one day the relationship ends, I'd like for us to still remain friends, support each other and have fun together

tysm if you'll accept the request! have a good day/night <3

Match Up | TOH & AOT (8|2)

thank you for participating!

note : anon i know this has taken a while but i ask that you please tell your hamster that they are precious and deserve all the sunflower seeds.

also, this specific document has been giving me a lot of hassle so if the first two lines are repeats just know that i tried to fix it and couldn’t.

i match you with connie springer and luz noceda.

Connie Springer; AOT

connie will almost view your introverted nature and cold facade as a challenge, taking it upon himself to befriend you no matter what. he’ll sit with you, joke with you and generally try to keep you laughing and smiling whenever he can (he’s a jokester at heart) - but he knows when to stop as he can recognise when you need alone time without you even needing to tell him, even going to far as to tell others to leave you be when you need it.

your relationship is built on friendship and humour, meaning that you’re best friends before you’re lovers and, thus, even if you break up he wouldn’t be so quick to abandon you. he’s the type of boyfriend that you can rely on and someone that will support you without question or hesitation; friends have each other’s backs but lovers even more so.

other notes:

is the type of partner to indulge in your unhealthy habits with you - especially when they involve food. he will sit with you and gorge on ice cream, coffee and tea until the early hours of the morning (much to the chagrin of his superiors)

also a procrastinator but will go out of his way to help you indulge in your newest interests, even if they change daily or even more often - will even research them with you so long as you return the favour when it comes to his passions

adores your curiosity and love of cute things as you act as an almost foil for him; you both love adorable creatures but he doesn’t have that same drive for discovery, so you give him the motivation to research his circumstances and odd topics

doesn’t read that much (will ask you about the most recent books you’ve read, however), but he will absolutely play video games with you - especially fighting based games (shocker!)

will constantly ask to read what you’ve written - heck, it’s the only thing he will willingly read because of how passionate he is for and about you, unless you express discomfort about it (and it’s the same case with your drawings)

also very goofy, will dance with you to any music you put on and will absolutely sing his heart out if he recognises it - though he certainly isn’t the best singer

usually calls you your name, “babe”, or “sweetheart”

Luz Noceda; TOH

luz herself can be a very goofy and energetic person; an extrovert with a habit of adopting the introverts in her life and helping them open up with her relentless friendliness and sense of humour. no matter how cold you are to her, she’ll still declare you a member of her friend group and make it her mission to have you open up to her whilst being consistently mindful of your boundaries.

she’ll do her part to win you over with late nights in, bringing junk food (namely ice cream) and dancing poorly to whatever music manages to come on the radio. by the end of the night you’ll be laughing so hard your stomach hurts and you really will need some coffee to function the next day. and for her own part, even if you two broke up you’d remain close friends simply because she cares too deeply to lose you completely (and, of course, you two were friends beforehand).

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will offer to proofread your writing or just offer random ideas during brainstorming sessions - some silly and some genuine depending on the mood - and she’d join you when you draw, creating and sharing her own pieces

will give you space when you ask, only sending a few texts to make sure you’re okay before leaving you to your own devices

also a master procrastinator that can relate to your inability to work on things you aren’t passionate about - though her own interests remain mostly consistent (not that she won’t spend hours with you gushing about your latest interest, she just doesn’t completely relate to them is all)

always has your back and is willing to take the fall for you to protect you/your reputation in social settings like in hexside

loves loves loves cute things and will sit in front of you as you both squee over whatever adorable picture/video you have pulled up on your phone - not an ounce of judgement there

will read azura with you and will swap books with you if something catches her eye - expect to get a rundown on azura lore if you accept her offer, however

very curious herself so will indulge you in your interests and will help you research things if you do the same for her

will call you her “awesome partner”, “mi amore” or just your name

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #the owl house #toh #match ups #aot connie #connie springer #toh luz #luz noceda #sleepingdeath

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sterekchub · 4 years

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Written for "get-beached" Weight Gain Summer Challenge Week 4: Sundae Special ~1500 words Prompts: Broken AC, Ice Cream Vendor, Snack Shack Part 1: Might not be finished....

Peter’s Place hadn’t been in his top ten places to work after college, but with Peter being in the hospital indefinitely, that left Laura, Cora, and Derek to run what was left of their family business. The property was a hodge-podge of mini-golf, arcade, bumper boats, go-carts, and the bane of Derek’s existence, a Snack Shack. He and his sisters had split up the day to day tasks: Laura was handing the finances, Cora trained the staff and walked around as an intimidating manager, and Derek was charged with repairs and maintenance.

The job suited him well. He could avoid customers and most of the staff while he busied himself repainting the go-cart track or repairing the vintage arcade games Peter had so carefully collected. His one mistake had been not getting out of the way fast enough when a young man had tripped and fallen over his toolbox. Derek instinctively had braced himself, breaking the young man’s fall, and found himself momentarily stunned by the whiskey color eyes and mole freckled face. The moment was broken by one of the man’s flailing arms hitting Derek squarely in the nose.

“Dude, I’m so sorry! I was here for an interview? With Cora Hale? I couldn’t find the office or anything and thought I would ask.”

“Interview?” Derek asked dumbly, feeling his nose to ensure it wasn’t bleeding or broken.

“For the Snack Shack attendant? Man, I really hope I’m hired. When did you start working here? Good job? Is the pay okay? My internship ended and I have to find someway to pay for textbooks next semester.”

“Are you a freshman?”

“What? No! Going to be a senior this fall, double major in criminal justice and history.”

Now that the pain in his nose had subsided and Derek was standing upright, he could see this guy had the look of a college kid. Young, bright eyes and the unmistakable look of someone who had packed on at least the freshmen fifteen. Probably closer to accomplishing an early senior fifty the way his shirt stretched across his rounded chest and soft paunch rested over his waistband.

“You’re hired.”

“I – I appreciate that but you can’t just hire people.”

“I run the place. Derek Hale. Cora is my sister.”

The man stared at him in shock for a second before enthusiastically shaking his hand. “Stiles Stilinski.”

Derek offered to lead him to the office. He was never going to hear the end of it from Cora.

******

“Derek, we have another complaint.”

“Not again,” he groaned. “Cora is just making things up.”

“Don’t care. You hired him – he’s your problem.”

Derek took the complaint form from Laura and stomped out of the room. Stiles – whose real name on his new hire paperwork was unreadable, making the silly nickname his official nametag, had to be doing this on purpose. He had only been their employee for a month and already had more work-orders and mishaps and complaints filed against him than of any other employees. But, as she and Laura kept constantly pointing out, Derek had hired him.

And the complaints Cora had filed were clearly a poor attempt to set them up.

The first complaint – suggestion – were Stiles’ attempts to optimize the little snack hut. It was a small building with a few glass windows to order from. There was a cash register and stool in front, with a soft-serve ice cream machine, a cooler for drinks and some novelty ice creams. It was centrally located on the property, which gave Stiles a fairly open view to see Derek walking around doing regular maintenance. Stiles always had a cheerful wave and a cold water for Derek when he stopped by, increasingly more often, to chat.

It was during one of these times he saw Stiles struggling to push the entire register to the opposite side.

“What are you doing?”

“Optimizing! If you move the register to the shorter side, and stick the cooler behind it at more of an angle, you would have room to put in a soda machine and a hot dog machine.”

“We don’t have either of those.”

“I put in a complaint,” Stiles shrugged. “I figure in about two months you’d break even on the machine and be profitable by September.”

Derek was taken aback that Stiles cared about the business enough to worry about their profits. “That’s not what those forms are for.”

“I’ve had mothers demanding sodas that I don’t have. That’s employee harassment and definitely a complaint.”

“Not a valid complaint.”

“Fine. I’ll keep being yelled at then, happy?”

“No,” Derek said grudgingly. “I think it would be a good idea to have more options. But next time check with me before you try to move the heavy machines.”

Stiles pulled up the stool and sat down. “Move away then, Big Guy. I’ll admire the view.”

If Derek bent over and stuck his ass out a little more than he usually would have done moving equipment, no one would know. Once everything was arranged to Stiles’ liking, Derek was using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. It had cleared up a surprising amount of room in the small building for room. It has also placed the soft serve machine within arm’s distance of the register.

“Sure you aren’t doing this so the ice cream is closer to you?”

“It’s for efficiency,” Stiles argued. “You try to keep up with dozens of grubby little hands demanding soft-serve.”

“You have ice cream on your shirt.”

“Free-ice cream comes with the job! I’d be stupid to turn that down.”

Derek bit his tongue. Cora and Laura had no idea he had told Stiles that as part of their “benefit package” he was welcome to help himself to food while he worked. It really was no big deal, each cone only cost them a quarter at most. Which was good, because Stiles easily cost them a few dollars each day. Every time Derek passed the Snack Shack, Stiles was eating.

Which was undoubtedly what led to the second complaint.

***

“Can you please give your boyfriend a bigger uniform?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Please, I see you two flirting all day, it’s disgusting.”

“We’re just talking.”

“Well next time you talk to him, mention he should wear a bigger uniform.”

“What’s wrong with the one he’s wearing?”

“Derek, I know you’re hopeless infatuated with him, but how have you not noticed he has a split seam down the side of his pants and his shirt is clearly a size too small. Unless –” Derek could feel himself turning red as Cora smirked, “ – oh my god you’re into that. Is that why you installed the soda machine? And the popcorn and hot dogs?”

Derek could only splutter in response as Cora laughed. Accepting defeat, he grabbed the uniform off the desk and spent his short walk to the Snack Shack wondering how to politely tell Stiles he was too fat for his clothes.

Luckily, Stiles seemed already aware of the problem.

“Are those for me?”

“I- yeah. Cora thought – ”

“Dude, thanks! I didn’t want to admit I was getting too fat for this one.” Stiles smiled widely at him, proudly resting a hand on his doughy belly. The movement made his shirt rise up a few inches over his protruding love handles. His shirt was stretched so tightly the outline of his bellybutton was visible. It seemed too much to attribute to only some weight gain, Derek bet that, given it was almost noon, Stiles was already well-stuffed. Derek had become pretty familiar with Stiles’ eating habits. As soon as he clocked in, Stiles somehow stomached a morning root beer float and hot dog or two. After that, he never saw Stiles without an ice cream in his hand, unless he was serving a customer. When Derek stopped to join Stiles on his lunch break, despite his offers that Stiles could bring his own lunch and keep in the staff fridge, he seemed content to gorge himself on more hot dogs.

“I’ve gained at least fifteen pounds since I started working here.”

“It looks good on you.”

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and-justice-for-zoisite · 4 years

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~Ocean Eyes~ (Benny Weir x Reader) Part 4

Series Masterlist // Official Masterlist

Summary: So lover boy Benny stays over at your house for the night. It might’ve seemed harmless and platonic at the time, but when the two of you wake up together on your sofa, it’s a wHoLe other heccing story.

Warnings: None

“Here we are, Benny. This is the place,”

Benny looked around the house he had just entered, namely, your house, in awe. “Woah. You’ve got a nice place (Y/n).” He complimented, yourself smiling a little as you set the house keys down and took your shoes off. “Yeah, thanks. My parents had quite a bit of money before they died, and converting demon euros into human currency turned into more money than I knew what to do with.” “Like...how much?” You looked at him for a moment, pondering what you’d say to him before your lips parted. “If I tell you, will you promise not to like...I don’t know, tell other people that I own this certain amount of cash?” You asked, the boy smiling goofily as he crossed his heart with the tip of his index finger. “Cross my heart, hope to die. I won’t tell anyone.” Sighing softly, you smiled a little before intertwining your own hands in front of you. “....Just over three billion.” He’s goofy smile dropped in pure shock. “Are you serious??” He asked, yourself flinching a little at his volume. “Y-yeah. It’s the reason I haven’t got a job, I figured I wouldn’t need one, and it’d make it easier for me to stay on the down-low with the whole hiding from witches situation. It’s also the reason I’ve been able to travel a lot.” You sighed as you turned to adjust some of the books which sat in a white bookshelf beside you against the wall, the boy simply taking a minute to process what you had just told him. “How did you get it converted? Like, I’m pretty sure that anyone who transferred it between currencies, magic or no, would’ve certainly said something.” Benny asked. “The people at home converted it for me before they all went into hiding, they knew why I needed it, they did it no questions asked,” You explained sadly, Benny looking down in slight guilt because of the unfortunate situation you had been put into. You too felt guilty because of the mood you had left in the air. So, to make up for it, you gave a playful smile and a suggestion. “Hey, how about we cook up some extra buttery popcorn and I show you the Dark Crystal?” Almost instantly did the boy look up and gain a goofy smile once more, nodding as the two of you headed into your kitchen to begin preparations.

Once you had all the snacks you required, the two of you sat down on your cozy sofa with a giant fluffy blanket and your greasy and buttery popcorn. Since it was pretty cold, you lent Benny one of your way oversized hoodies while you wore one yourself, snuggling in and waiting for the movie to begin.

As the movie did play, you and Benny gorged yourselves on popcorn while you watched the fantasy film in complete concentration, being sure to pay close attention to all the little details. You could tell for sure that Benny was enjoying it, the way he watched it as intently as he did with the Star wars film you had just seen made your heart flutter, finally someone enjoyed the same genre as you!

What you hadn’t noticed however, was the way you and Benny had gradually began to move closer and closer, neither of you being able to comprehend it even when you had your head resting right against his chest. The sensation however made the two of you more and more sleepy, until the end credits of the film began rolling and the two of you passed out against each other.

Benny was the first to allow his eyes to flutter open, a little confused when he didn’t see the regular scenery of his own bedroom but coming to the realization that he was in your lounge room when he saw you sleeping against himself. He was about to come to a content state, but then he had to do a double take.

An adorable girl with fluffy (h/l) (h/c) hair had her face pressed against his chest, in a way that caused the chub on her cheek to move to one side. It was you of course, you were the girl that Benny had subconsciously called cute in his mind. Red flushed his cheeks as he simply stared down at you, not knowing what he was supposed to do with you. He was scared to wake you up, but he also remembered that the two of you had school in an hour or so.

Before he could even think of a way to wake you, you shuffled against him and leaned away slightly. The boy felt his heart leap, startled as he watched you stretch and yawn. As you rubbed your eyes, they slowly opened and you became more aware of everything. That was when you realized what was going on, and immediately blushed as you leaned back as far as it was polite, the two of you making an extremely awkward eye contact for a few moments.

When you had enough of feeling super embarrassed, you cleared your throat and gave a friendly demeanor and smile.

“U-uh...Good morning Benny.” You said softly. “Good morning...Uh, how did you sleep?” He asked politely, yourself processing the question before giggling softly at your own answer which was still in your head. “Well uh, that’s a bit of an interesting uh, what you call it...concept.” You started, the boy tilting his head slightly as he waited for you to continue, “See, demons of any kind don’t technically sleep, we uh...we go into this state of self reincarnation that pretty much means our entire immortality. Like humans, no ‘sleep’ and we’ll die.” Benny took a moment to process your explanation, nodding slightly as a small smile formed on his lips. “That’s...that’s actually really cool. Is it like how we sleep, like the experience?” He asked, yourself giggling as you shrugged. “Well I mean, I wouldn’t exactly know, since I’m not a human. But it certainly is a strange feeling that you never really quite become accustomed to ever. It’s like...” You began, Benny clearly becoming intrigued as he watched you intently, “...an out of body experience, but it’s out of the body that’s in your body. It’s a very difficult thing to explain, I understand if you don’t get it.” “No, I think I do. It’s like, the you inside your soul is travelling whatever else there is in you, as in spirit. Right?” He asked, yourself slowly nodding as he almost perfectly described what sleep was like for you. “Yeah...yeah, that’s pretty much a perfect description of my sleep.” You said excitedly, the boy smiling more as he looked down a little. “Well, I’ll tell you this much, human sleep isn’t that, it’s either all black nothingness or a dream. But I have experienced something like that numerous times before, like in states of sleep paralysis.” “Wow, sleep paralysis?” You asked, the boy nodding as you continued, “Demons don’t get sleep paralysis, but I’ve watched many documentaries and true cases of it, I take it it’s quite terrifying.” “Majority of my experiences are, it’s usually the scenario of a show person. But not my inner outer body experiences, those...they, ‘magically’ help me find what the cause for any of my mental issues are, and the next day I’m practically a new person.” He explained, yourself smiling as you looked down slightly. “The human body certainly is an interesting formation of atoms with many secrets, I’ll tell you that much.” The two of you shared a comfortable silence, before the both of you realized something once more. You had school that day. However, Benny was the first to put it into words. “Well, that was a great random morning conversation. But we better get ready for school.” He suggested, yourself silently agreeing with him as the two of you got up and did whatever your morning ritual of getting ready for school was.In the very moment you got up, you honestly thought it was amazing how quickly the awkward situation was defused, it was as if nothing had happened in the first place. You’d only known this boy for two days and you were already connecting with him through a conversation about inner outer body experiences. And from that moment, you knew that you wanted to keep him close, regardless of whether he was, by blood, your species’ sworn enemy.

“Where the hell have you two been?” At hearing a familiar voice behind you in the crowded halls of White-Chapel High, you and Benny turned to see Sarah and Ethan, the two seemingly confused. Sarah was the one who asked. “Oh, that’s right...I forgot to call you...” Benny said, slightly guilty remembering that he and you pretty much ditched the others for ice cream and a movie. After the small guilt trip, you and Benny looked at each other before he confidently looked back up toward Ethan and Sarah. “Well. Let’s just say everything was sorted, (Y/n) knows that we know, and she’s cool with it. We all know she’s not evil or isn’t planning anything with evil intent, so everything’s all great and dandy.” Benny explained, Ethan and Sarah looking between each other for a moment before they returned their attention to the two of you. “And why did sorting it out take the remainder of the night?” Sarah asked. “Well making her see into her own mind brought up bad memories, so we went out for ice cream until like 10. Then we went to her place and watched a movie. It’d be pretty rude of me not to do that for her, especially with the situation she’s in.” Benny explained like it was nothing, but it was certainly something to Ethan and Sarah since they both smirked. “So you took her on a date?” Ethan asked, the two of you instantly blushing madly. “W-what? No! Of course not! I-I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t...but I’ve known the girl for two days now, c’mon guys!” Benny tried to defend himself confidently, but ended up rambling on slightly. “Right, right...who’s hoodie is that?” Sarah asked, the boy’s face becoming more and more red as he tried to think of a cover story. He forgot to give you your hoodie back...but he really didn’t want to! It was so big and cozy, and somehow mentally comforting. “Uh-Um I um...It’s-It’s not (Y/n)’s! I’ll tell you that much!” He said almost too confidently, yourself sighing as you covered your face in embarrassment. Sarah and Ethan looked at each other, chuckling quietly before they returned their attention to the two of you once again. “Cute. But all embarrassment aside, we gotta get to class, the bell’s gonna ring any second now.” Sarah said. “Hey, we’re all in the same biology class first up, right?” Benny said, almost completely disregarding the conversation beforehand. Everyone nodded, and he smiled brightly. “Let’s get a move on and get our sorry asses to class.” Benny said sarcastically happy, wrapping an arm around both you and Ethan and pushing the two of you ahead with himself while Sarah rolled her eyes and followed you guys.

Just as you were all about to get to class, a certain flamboyant blonde slid in front of the group, his attention all on you as he excitedly looked you up and down. “Where have you been babe? We were supposed to have dinner together last night but you disappeared.” Rory asked, giving you the sad puppy dog eyes. You blushed at the way he talked to you, he was certainly a charmer when it came to flustering you. “I-I’m sorry Rory, me and Benny went out for ice cream and I guess we lost track of time.” You explained, the blonde’s charming demeanor dropping as he looked between you and Benny before his eyes landed on Benny, and irritated look in Rory’s eyes. “Hey buddy, you trying to stop me from making a move on my girl?” He asked aggressively, Benny laughing sarcastically before he too became serious. “Please, (Y/n) has class and most likely standards. If she was anyone’s girl she wouldn’t be yours.” He stated. “Oh yeah? You wanna bet?” Rory challenged, getting close to Benny in an attempt at intimidating him, even though Benny was quite a bit taller. “Yeah, I do actually.” Benny replied viciously. Rory immediately turned to you and took your hand, immediately getting to the point with the situation. “(Y/n), my beautiful fallen angel...would you like to accompany yours truly to a movie this Friday?” You mentally cringed at his terminology, since you were literally the opposite of what he called you. However, you still found it really sweet that he was trying to prove his worth by asking you out, so you smiled as you nodded. “I’d love to Rory.” You said in your usual soft and sweet voice. All three of the other’s had their jaws completely dropped. They didn’t believe your response for even a second, no one would go out with Rory! “What??” They all asked in sync. “You heard her losers! I got me a date with the cutest girl in school!” Rory cheered excitedly as he jumped around, beginning to run off. “I’ll pick you up Friday (Y/n)!!” He shouted back, eventually disappearing into the still crowded halls of the school. Once he did, everyone turned to look at you, absolutely bewildered at your decision. “Why did you say that??” Sarah asked, more than shocked. “What?” You asked, clueless as to why they were acting like they were. “Say that you’d go out with him??” Ethan finished. “I don’t see what the issue is, I was only being polite.” “Come on (Y/n), you could be going out with Ethan and you’d be doing better.” Benny said, Ethan looking back at him offended. “Hey!” He bit, Sarah sighing as she shook her head. “Look, we can worry about this later. But for now, we’re going to be late. C’mon.” She said, everyone sighing loudly as you all walked off to Biology, in a quite tense and awkward silence.

The current setting is of two certain geeks playing video games. Namely, Ethan and Benny sitting in Ethan’s room while they played mario cart, as per usual. They had just finished a round too, but just as they were about to begin again, a thought came to Ethan’s mind and he just had to know something, something that he was pretty sure Benny knew.

“So Benny, what’s going on with you and (Y/n)?” He asked, the taller brunette looking at him as he ate a few potato chips. “What do you mean?” Benny replied with a question, some small chip crumbs tumbling out of his mouth as he did. “I mean like, you got really defensive today when it came to her.” Ethan said, Benny giving him a confused look. “How so?” He asked, picking up a can of soda and opening it. “Well, it wasn’t huge, it was actually really subtle. When Rory got all up in your face about taking (Y/n) out to get ice cream, you weren’t submissive about that stuff like you always are, you were actually kind of aggressive.” Ethan explained. Benny took a gulp of his soda before he responded, “In what way?” “If she was anyone’s girl she wouldn’t be yours. Not only is the statement having a go at Rory but also your tone of voice when you said it. Even though he’s annoying, Rory is still our friend, and in a sense you did discourage him and throw him under the bus.” In a small fit of whatever his emotion was in that moment, Benny turned to Ethan and gave him an irritated look. “Look, it’s only natural that I wanna protect a girl from Rory. And either way, (Y/n) isn’t just a girl, she’s special, in more ways than the fact she’s a pure blood demon. You know how I stayed at her’s and we watched a movie?” Benny asked, Ethan nodding before the boy continued, “Well, we woke up in a bit of an awkward situation, we were...a little too close to each other on the sofa.” Just as Ethan was about to intervene, Benny cut him off again, “but not even a minute later did we spark up a random conversation about sleep, and we really connected on an intense level through it. She just...she deserves someone way better than him!” Ethan took a moment to process what his best friend had just told him. When he said connection, that could’ve meant anything. But Ethan was sure he knew where this was going to end up. “Who do you think she belongs with Benny?” Ethan asked softly, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Everything was quiet for a while, Benny looking down as he processed the question that had been asked. He wasn’t even sure himself, or maybe he was but just didn’t want to admit anything that seemed dumb and crazy. Maybe he’d be sure one day, but for now, he didn’t want to have to worry himself about this whole situation.

Picking up his controller once more, Benny started a new level on Mariocart before smiling slightly.

“C’mon dude, let’s just play some video games.”

You laid in your room with your back against the fabric of your comfy mattress, many diverse thoughts rushing through your mind as your widened ocean eyes stared straight at your ceiling. You had to take the time to process your day, it was a necessity for your self reincarnation to function correctly. Well, that’s what you believed anyways.

First of all, you had awoken against the oddly warm chest of Benny Weir. It had begun awkward, your face all red and your mouth only managing stammers. But then you had the conversation about inner outer body experiences with him and it just...gave you a really strong connection with him.

Second of all, you and Benny had been embarrassed by Sarah and Ethan when they asked about your ‘date’. You didn’t know why your face got all red like that, or even his for that matter, but it certainly was a strange feeling, not bad, but strange. That was when you remembered that you hadn’t gotten your hoodie off of Benny yet, but you didn’t think you’d push it as an issue since he seemed to have taken a liking to it.

Third and Final of all, Rory had asked you on a date. You had to admit, he was a bit lively and flamboyant for your taste, but he certainly was a huge sweetheart. You found it quite rude when everyone thought that it was ridiculous you had agreed to go out with him, but you were glad he was in high spirit about it.

All in all, your day was eventful. But the person who had reoccurred in it was Benny. That was strange to you, he had reoccurred in it the past day as well. For some reason though, it made you smile to think about the geeky boy and the special memories you had already made with him. So, without a word, you entered your state of reincarnation, Benny on your mind and a smile upon your lips.

“Good morning (Y/n).” You spun around to see a group of familiar faces, standing all together in the, as usual, crowded halls of White-Chapel high. Benny was the one who had greeted you, Ethan beside him with a welcoming smile, Rory beside Ethan, Sarah at her locker and Erica beside Sarah. You liked the smile that seeing them brought to you, it was something that seemed too foreign to be natural. However, you still took it as you approached the group, happy as ever to see them. “Good morning Benny, good morning all. It’s nice to see you all.” You responded politely, Ethan chuckling softly at your greeting. “Man, and to think you wouldn’t even look us in the eye three days ago (Y/n), you’re certainly lively today.” Ethan pointed out, yourself blushing a little as you looked down and smiled wider. “Well, you can thank this group for that. I never really had friends before now, and as cheesy I’m making this all sound, I’m really thankful for you guys.” You said, everyone smiling sweetly at your statement as Sarah shut her locker and wrapped and arm around your shoulder. “When you’re with us, I doubt you’ll get any trouble from those horrible jocks. Like they say, there’s safety in numbers.” She said as the group began walking together, Benny to the other side of you. “Thanks Sarah, that means a lot to me.” You said softly, the girl smiling at you before she took her arm back. “I’m always here for you (Y/n). But for now, I’ve got English. I’ll see you later.” Sarah said before she and Erica disappeared in the many different crowds that were present in the halls. Rory had eventually separated from you guys and you, Ethan and Benny had started a conversation about who was more superior out of the Hulk and Thor.

“Yeah right, imagine wanting to be some big dumb green guy with anger issues-” Just as you were about to finished your sentence, you had just brushed shoulders with someone. But it was far from an experience you could just brush off, no. You felt a feeling of dread go throughout your entire body, so intense that your knees went weak and you instantly fell to the ground. Benny and Ethan instantly became worried and dropped beside you, confused but moreover concerned. While Ethan placed a hand on your back, Benny immediately took your hand. Your small hand instinctively clutched around Benny’s bigger one as you looked up to see who you had brushed shoulders with. “(Y/n), are you okay? What happened?” Benny asked, frazzled with the sudden situation. You ignored the question for the moment so you could answer your own. But the moment you made eye contact with the person, an even worse pain that went straight through your chest, one that caused you to gasp and cry out in pain as your breathing and vision became uneven. All of the horrid memories rushed back in an instant and you felt yourself slowly becoming overwhelmed by it just from the feelings you got. “(Y/n), come on, talk to me, what’s wrong?” Benny asked, even more worried when you didn’t respond. Using your free hand, you pointed to the person who now had there back to you and was walking away from you.

“Sh-she’s...she’s a witch...”

A/N: oH mY gOd tHiS tOoK wAy ToO LoNg tOo FiNiSh iM sO sOrRy YaLL. I was busy with school and everything was just really overwhelming. But I’m done with school for the year, and I’ll have heaps of time to work on this story now! Just please hang in there, I know I suck.

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Courting A Salamandrian

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Word Count: 2711

Warning: Some minor language and swearing

Author’s Notes: Just a heads up to avoid any confusion, this chapter is in Raph’s POV. It’s something I wanted to try and might do again in future chapters. Another thing I have to mention is that I really struggled with this chapter mainly because I added so much and it wasn’t fitting in and making me happy. So I decided to save some things for a later chapter! Now I’m happy with the final product! Hope you enjoy! :3

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Chapter 2: Lost In His Thoughts

My eyes widened and my heart began to beat fast, “W-what?” I quickly sat up, gently removing Mona from my arms.

“Are you and I married?” she said, repeating the question as she sat up.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just asked her, “Why do you ask that?”

“You said that a marriage on your planet is a relationship that has trust, care, and respect for one another. We have that in our romance. You also said that when two people truly love each other, they are married. And I love you dearly, Raphael, and you love me. You even said I was your mate, your ‘perfect mate’ to be exact, so we must be married. Aren't we?” She gives me a cute little smile, making my face heat up.

“I love you too, Mona,” I said still shaking from the question, “but um..” I scratch the back of my head, unsure of what to say, “Mona, you and I are...” I looked at Mona, seeing a mix of joy a curiosity in her eyes. Will my answer upset her? I don't want to do that, but I don’t want to lie to her. I take a deep breath and I said, “No... we’re not married.”

Mona tilts her head in confusion, “We’re not?”

“Yeah...we’re not…”

“Oh.. I see...” Mona’s look of confusion turned to a slight look of disappointment and uncertainty.

“Mona, I love you. I really do,” I said quickly as I sat in front of her, “I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you.”

“Don't care about me?” She laughs “I know you do.” She gently places her soft hand on my cheek. “I already know you love me. I was only curious about the marriage tradition on your planet. That’s all.”

“...Mona Lisa, I’m-”

Mona gently places her finger on my lips, hushing me, “I understand, Raphael.” Mona says as she gets up from the ground. She grabs my hand she lifts me onto my feet. “I apologize for my assumptions.”

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s just...”

Mona lifts my chin up and looks at me with a smile, “I don’t want you to worry about this topic,” She kisses me on the forehead and smiles, but I don't react. I’m still confused about what just happened. How is she so calm?

“I love you, Raphael. We don’t need marriage to prove that, but I wish to ask you this.”

“W-what?”

“What are we?”

“What are we?” I repeated.

“In our relationship? If were not married than what are we?”

“Mona…” Unsure what to say, so without thinking, I quickly answered, “We’re dating. It’s just you and me.”

She was quiet for a moment as she stared at me with her beautiful eyes, but soon she smiles.

“Then, that's perfect for me,” she says softly as she gives me smile, “I should be heading home. It’s far past curfew.” She begins folding the blanket we had while lying on the roof. “I promised the Mutanimals that I would help them with their training tomorrow morning. Would you care to walk me home, my love?”

I noticed that she was offering me her hand, for which I give her credit -- finally learning that on Earth it doesn’t mean you want to challenge someone to a fight. But I don't take it. Mona’s question was all I could think about. She’s right for asking. If we are not married, then what are we? Boyfriend and girlfriend, right? That’s basically what I told her. We’re a couple, we’ve been one for a while now. But not anything more.

“...Raphael?”

I come back to reality, “Oh, ugh, yeah. Sure.” I take her hand and we begin to leave the building’s roof.

Marriage. How have I never thought of marriage until now? I’ve been with Mona for so long, and yet the idea never came to me. I mean, Mikey and Casey have brought it up as a joke once or twice before - but I just always ignored them. How have I never even talked about the future with her? I’ve been so caught up in the moment with her, living in the present. But now, why can’t I stop thinking about our future? Will our relationship stay this way forever? Will anything change? Our lives with each other have been the same and were happy, but now it feels different. Like, something is missing...

“Raphael, are you alright? You’re awfully quiet.”

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized we had already made it to the Mutanimals place, “S-sorry, I was just... thinking.”

“Are you ill?” she says as she gently places the back of her hand on my forehead.

I take her hand and hold it in mine, giving her a smile, “No, I’m not ill. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine. You’re still thinking about what I asked.”

She’s good at that. She knows me well enough to see when I’m not myself. I nodded.

At that moment she grabbed my other hand and held both of them in hers.

“Raphael,” she said in a firm voice, “I don’t want you to worry about anything. I hate to be the reason for your grief. Like you said, ‘We’re already a part of each other's lives’. We don’t need marriage. Our lives are fine the way they are now. I’m already in your life.” Mona again lifts my chin and gently kisses me.

“Goodnight, Raphael,” she whispers in a soft, loving tone.

I smile, “Goodnight, Mona Lisa.”

As I watch Mona enter the abandoned building the Mutanimals call home, she turns to me one more time, giving me a smile and waving goodbye. Once I know she is safely inside, I head home myself.

It was almost 2 o'clock in the morning when I returned home. I know Leo is gonna nag me if he finds out I missed curfew. I entered the lair quietly so as to not wake my brothers.

In the lair, I found my little brother, Mikey, asleep on the couch. As is his custom, he was surrounded by empty pizza boxes, and half eaten slices of pizza were still on the floor. The TV was on. He was probably watching a Krognard the Barbarian marathon, but fell asleep from gorging himself. Typical Mikey. Next to him, also asleep, was Ice Cream Kitty, and my precious Chompy. I smile at them, and grab a blanket for the shivering Mikey. I cover him up, turn off the TV, and begin quietly cleaning up a little of the mess he left behind. I took the pizza boxes and threw the empty ones out. I put the ones that weren’t opened in the fridge, along with putting Ice Cream Kitty back in the freezer so she won't melt.

I gently picked up Chompy, trying not to wake him, and held him in my arms.

“You're getting heavy,” I quietly said to him. He was getting big, almost the size of a full grown dog. Pretty soon, I’m not gonna be able to pick him up any more.

I carry Chompy to my room and close the door behind me. I set him on the foot of my bed where he can rest. As I sit on my bed next to Chompy, I begin to relive what happened between Mona and I that night.

Especially when she said, “I’m already a part of your life, we don’t need marriage.”

I mean she’s right! She IS a part of my life. She’s always been there for me from the moment we met. I remember the moment I realized I had feelings for her. Love hit me hard, literally. That punch strangely awakened my feelings for her and those feelings turned into a crush and that crush lead to me falling in love with her. I don’t even know why a woman like her fell for someone like me, but she did. She called me “noble” and fought by my side so we could get off that ice planet. I earned her trust, and then her affection. She kissed me, God it was amazing! And at that moment I finally understood what my brothers were talking about when they would gush about their crushes. I had finally found someone who I can give my heart to, but then too soon, she had to leave.

Our long distance relationship was like hell - being in constant wonder if I’ll ever see her again, worrying that she’ll find someone else and forget about me, and I’ll forget about her. When Mona and I reunited in Dimension X, I knew our relationship had hope. I then asked her out for the first time, and she said, “Yes”! After that, we found a way to stay in touch by sending each other messages. Even when we had long distances between us, I knew she was out there -- sending me her support and love, no matter what planet we were on. She would message me telling me about her recent battles she had fought in. I would update her on our progress in our mission to stop the Triceratons. And all that while flirting from time to time. I would write her love letters, something I thought I would never do. Everything was great, until he found out about our relationship.

I never thought one of my enemies would use my feelings for someone against me, but Lord Dregg achieved that. When he learned about my relationship with Mona, he blackmailed her to work for him, to lure my brothers and I into a trap, to betray my trust in her. For the first time in my life, I experienced heartbreak. I couldn’t fight. I was broken. I was full of anger and sadness. I was mad at Mona, but also hurt. Even with all my anger and frustration from her betrayal, deep down I still cared for her. I know now that she had her reasons, and I understand why she did it. She had to make a choice, her entire planet full of innocent people or me. I knew she regretted every second of what happened. It hurt her as much as it hurt me. Now, she never wants to talk about it. I can respect that.

At the end of it all, she apologized to me and, like usual, my anger took over and controlled me, not letting me forgive her, leading her to make a big sacrifice. She said she loved me for the first time. I realized something that day. She was the key to my strength. I used to just fight for the fun of it. I finally had a true reason to fight. Her love made me stronger than I ever was before.

I blame myself for what happened to her next. Mona Lisa nearly gave her life to save my brothers and I from Dregg’s planet when we tried to escape. I couldn’t protect her. I remember when I held her in my arms when she was unconscious from being stung by one of Dregg’s monsters. I was so scared that I was gonna lose her and for a moment I thought I did. That whole experience we shared was something we never wanted to repeat.

Again, we dealt with long distances once my brothers and I returned to Earth, but this time, maintaining our relationship was more difficult. I had no way to contact her. We were back to where we started. I hated it. Keeping my pain and feelings to myself, I waited for the day she and I could reunite. I didn’t want to open up about how much I missed her to anyone, except maybe Chompy. I never stopped thinking about her. Any time I saw the stars in the night sky, I thought of her. More girls entered my life, but they were nothing compared to a woman like Mona Lisa. I loved her and I stayed loyal to her, even if a part of me doubted that I’d never see her again. But my hope was strong, and soon she returned. And this time, I didn’t want to let her go.

When we finally reunited again, I remember suggesting to Mona that she stay on Earth with me. The choice was difficult for her, yet she agreed. After that day, our relationship grew. We wanted to be with each other all-of-the-time to make up for those times when we weren’t together. I remember when we finally went on our first earthly date. I took her out on a tour around New York City, showing her the sights, and my favorite places to go. I showed her how things work around my planet. She loved it, saying that she’s never seen or experienced a planet quite like mine. After that, I took her to other places, Murakami’s restaurant, April’s old farm house. She even dragged me into space at one point so she could go visit Sal Commander. There I learned more about her culture, and she even taught me how to speak some Salamandrian. I mean, I’m still not good at it, but it's nice to understand Mona a little bit more when she speaks in her planet’s native language.

She started bonding with my friends and family. Leo, that dork, got her into Spaceheroes, and now they watch it together all the time. Mona has gotten close with the Mighty Mutanimals as well. She, Slash, and Leatherhead all became really good friends and are a very impressive team in combat. She and Rockwell always have these intellectual conversations that I never understand. Then, there’s Mondo Gecko who won't stop flirting with her! I always have to give him a “friendly reminder” that she’s already taken. I’m mostly grateful that Mona gets along great with the other girls. My sister, Karai, really likes and respects Mona as a fighter, and Mona feels the same. Meanwhile, there's April who absolutely loves spending time with Mona. Actually not just that, they’ve bonded so much that they told me that they are best friends. So much so, that April convinced Mona that she and I should go on a double date with April and Donnie!

I can’t believe we’ve done so much. We have done everything together -- from the sparring sessions (with her proving every time why I love her so much when she beats my ass), watching movies together, talking on the phone for hours, going out on patrol to find bad guys to beat or just using that as an excuse to go and make out in private, hehe…

Anyway, I always enjoy her company. When she isn’t around, I think about her beautiful smile and how happy she makes me feel. Her existence in my life gives me the strength to keep on fighting.

“Are we married?”

Her question repeats in my head. Marriage does require trust, care, and respect. She’s right, we do have that. I do love Mona and I know she loves me. I can always see it in her eyes, her beautiful eyes…but this isn’t just about our love for each other. I remember Splinter once told me that his marriage with his wife was not only about their love. It's about being there for the other one - to take care of them. Two lives becoming one. Sharing the same goals and dreams. That's what a husband and wife do for each other.

Am I ready to always be there for Mona? To care for her? To share my life with her?

“I’m already in your life…” I hear her whisper in my mind.

She’s in my life but she’s not a part of my entire life…

It's not enough. I realize that now. I don't just want her in my life, I want her to be my life. I want to be there for her, to care for her, protect her, and share my life with her. I am ready to make that commitment. I’m ready to do all of that for her because I love her!

For the first time in my life I’m finally planning ahead, seeing our future. I know what I want now in our relationship, and it's a change I’m ready to make.

Happy and confident in my decision, I lied down in my bed. With a smile on my face, I peacefully fall asleep.

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matrixaffiliate · 4 years

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Salient

Chapter Update! FFN and AO3

Thanks, everyone, for understanding the late posting. My kid is fine now, and gorging on ice cream on the couch next to me, because I'm that mom.

Assuming no other freak accidents, I'll post again on May 9th.

Chapter 38

They settled into a routine once summer courses started up. Ellie painted and worked to get her artwork into galleries. Al went to class and worked on his coursework. It ended up being a peaceful and content term filled with the newlywed bliss that Al had expected and been teased would be his reality.

But during the break between summer term and Al's final term began Uncle George popped over because he was "in the neighborhood."

Shite.

"It's good to see you, George." Ellie moved a canvas still in it's wrapping off of the sofa.

"Is something wrong with the line?" Al cut right to the point.

George huffed, "You're absolutely ruthless, you know?"

"George, you never come into the Muggle world without a purpose."

"Fine," George moved to sit on the edge of the sofa. "How are things coming on the next iteration of the Potterbox? Do you think it can be finished in time for the Christmas line?"

Al blanched.

"George, Al will let you know when it's ready." Ellie's voice had an edge to it. "Next time, text him and he'll let you know one way or the other."

George shook his head, "I'm no good at the texting. It's easier to just show up and ask in person."

"You could call then," Ellie moved back to the large painting table Al had bought her before they moved all her things in. "I assume you do know how to punch ten digits."

George blinked, and Al finally recovered from the initial anxiety that had seized him.

"It's fine, just, George, I'm not anywhere close to giving you the next iteration of the Potterbox, and I warned you of that last year."

George nodded, "Yes, I know, but I'm getting the preliminary meetings set up for the Christmas line and wanted to know if I needed to include you in it." Then George turned to Ellie. "I wasn't trying to impose on you."

Ellie huffed, "You do realize how much you stress him out with this right?"

"Ellie, love," Al cut in, "I'm alright."

"You went into freeze; you most certainly were not alright."

"I think I'll leave the two of you to sort through this," George stood and pulled Floo powder from his pocket. "I'll wait for you to contact me about the next iteration."

"George, wait," Al grabbed his arm. "I'm working on it, please don't think I'm not."

George smiled at him, "Let me know if you need anything, or if you improve the process for our current iteration. We could get you a greater profit margin if you cut down the cost of production."

"I'll text Ron and set up a time to come in and talk to the two of you." Al let his hand drop from his uncle's arm.

"I look forward to it, Al." George smiled at him before stepping through the grate.

Once the grate had ceased to burn green, Al turned to find Ellie staring him down with her grizzly bear stare.

"Where does he come off?"

Al stared back at her, incredulous. "He's the whole reason you get to paint all day."

Ellie bristled, "No, you are. You could have sold the Potterbox without him."

"Right," Al snorted, "I forgot that I'm going on to get my MBA in both marketing and sales once I've graduated with two bachelor's degrees."

"You're upset," Ellie turned away from him. "When you've calmed down, we can talk about it."

"You're upset too," Al shot back, "so don't throw all of this on me."

"I'm not," Ellie spun back around, "I am upset, at George for showing up and throwing you into an anxiety attack!"

"He didn't throw me into an anxiety attack!"

"Yes, he did!"

"Just because he took me off guard doesn't mean I had an anxiety attack!"

Ellie glared at him. "Fine, deny it."

Al shoved his hand in his hair. "I've got a paper to finish."

Then he stalked into their room and his desk. But he didn't get anything done. Instead, he sat and brewed in his anger. Just because he was easily taken by surprise didn't mean he constantly had anxiety attacks, or that he couldn't handle his own damn uncle on his own. He cringed with embarrassment at how rude Ellie had been to George.

Al grabbed his phone to try and distract himself with something, anything really when it rang in his hand with a number Al didn't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Get your arse down here and meet your niece!" Jamie shouted into the phone and laughed. "We're in room 634, just tell them your name and they'll let you in."

The line went dead.

Well, Al would just have to put his marital problems on hold for a moment and go be an uncle.

The thought of him having marital problems already left him feeling mildly sick.

"El," he stepped out and holstered his wand, "Allie had the baby. Jamie just called and told me to get ourselves down there."

Ellie smiled, "Let's go."

She summoned her sweater to her and then twisted her wand up into her hair. The image made Al's chest hurt. Why did they have to do this now? Why couldn't they have the time to fix things first?

But then they were grabbing Floo powder and flying through the network to St. Mungo's. The elevator ride up to the new sixth-floor maternity ward (Aunt Hermione had made so many changes that Al honestly didn't know how she managed to be at all the family gatherings) was silent and Al felt more awkward and upset than he did before Jamie called with the happy news.

"Oh good!" Al stepped out of the elevator to see Grandma Andromeda. "James was starting to forget who he had and who he hadn't called."

"Are we the last ones to make it?" Ellie asked.

"No, Lily and Lysander haven't made it yet, but Teddy and Victoire and Johnny are in with your parents and the Longbottom's." Andromeda smiled at Al.

They followed her down the corridor and into Room 634.

Even with how upset he still felt, Al had to smile when they walked into a room that only lacked Lily and Lysander. Allie's little sisters were standing next to the bed with Hannah and Neville behind them. Al's parents and the Lupins were opposite them, and Jamie had managed to squeeze in next to Allie and the baby on the bed.

"See, I told you I called Al!" Jamie pointed at them. "I told you!"

Harry chuckled, "No one doubted you, son."

"Want to hold her?" Allie held the baby up toward Ellie.

"Yes!" Ellie rushed over and Al just watched as his wife took this little girl in her arms.

And for a moment, time stood still.

Seeing Ellie beaming down at this tiny little girl, smiling down at her new niece like she was the sun, her wand twisted up in her hair, it left Al mesmerized by the image of it and paralyzed by the feelings it pulled forward.

Lily and Lysander showed up shortly after that, and Ellie relinquished her turn to Lily. But as she returned to Al's side, he knew he needed to work this out with her. He wanted to really enjoy this moment, and he wanted to do it with her.

"Jamie, have you eaten?" Al looked at his brother.

"Eaten?" Jamie blinked at him and Al chuckled.

"I'm going to grab you something, does anyone else want anything?"

Harry reached into his Auror robes and tossed Al a pouch. "Grab drinks and some bakery items for everyone, son."

Al caught the pouch and then turned to Ellie.

"Want to come with me? Help me carry things?" He held out his hand and held his breath.

Ellie nodded and took his hand, "Of course."

He wasn't sure how to start this, and so the silence that had followed them up the elevator followed them down to the fifth floor.

"El," he finally managed to say something as they walked out of the elevator.

"Al," she looked down at her feet.

"I'm sorry for getting so upset. I felt embarrassed and I didn't handle it well."

"I'm sorry for being so protective," Ellie squeezed his hand. "I just hate seeing anyone make you uncomfortable and I felt like George watched you grow up and should know better. I shouldn't have been rude to him over it."

Al pulled her closer and kissed her hairline. "I love you."

"I love you too," Ellie smiled up at him. "And I'll do better to tune down the bear in me."

Al chuckled, "So you agree that it's a bear that you embody when you get upset?"

"Oh yes, Nmi' has told me that my whole life. She always says God pity anyone who goes after my children."

Al laughed out loud. "You looked pretty amazing holding our niece."

"It felt pretty amazing." Ellie leaned into his shoulder.

"Are we alright, then?"

"Yeah, I think so, but I'd like to prolong the make-up just a bit." She looked up at him and winked.

Al chuckled, "You wouldn't be mine if you didn't."

Ellie laughed, "And you wouldn't be mine if I didn't have the assurance you could deliver on that."

Al nearly choked on air right as the witch behind the counter asked what she could get them.

Merlin, she was going to be the death of him!

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icythot-bakuhoe-blog · 5 years

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!! I’d love to hear about them

Aaa alright!! I’ve gotten so many messages asking for this and I’m so happy to hear you’re all interested! This will definitely be a long post, as I’ll without a doubt get carried away. However! Let’s dive in, shall we?

Post will be under the cut~!

A few of my OCs! 💖

These are not all of them, as not only would this post be too long but I have too many, but here are three of them! Perhaps I can make a part two in a bit if you’re all still interested after this one ^ ^

🔥 One I made as of recent is a male named Ryuunosuke Akimoto, a high school drop out whose little sister’s in the hero course. While he may not agree with what hero’s stand for, he supports her whole heartedly. Anyone who dare threaten her safety will perish by his hand.

🔥 He takes on the role of a vigilante (despite disliking the term) and uses rather aggressive tactics in order to get the job done: believing the only way to rid the world of bad is to kill them off, lest people allow the cycle to continue. It’s a very skewed sense of morality, but he follows it with every fiber of his being.

🔥 With a magma quirk, his favorite move is to use the Kiss of Death—especially on attractive criminals—to where he expels vog from his mouth to suffocate them. One could say he’s an indefinite bastard with a facetious attitude and flirty smile, hitting on almost everyone he sees. That paired with the fact he works for his father’s host club, he’s seen as a bit of a Casanova. The name doesn’t bother him whatsoever, and he is indeed shameless. Hell, he’d easily strip naked in front of someone without embarrassment.

🔥 I personally headcanon that he somehow defied the universe and became best friends with Iida Tenya, befriending him through his sister and capturing the tall man with no more but a wink. Often times Iida will fluster at Ryuu’s flirtatious personality, or scold him for performing scandalous acts in public. Does that stop Ryuu, however? Absolutely not. He instead continues out of spite and will always end it in a cheeky smile. While Iida is to an extent impulse control for Ryuu, Ryuu brings Iida out of his shell. They’re the type of friends who no one would imagine it clicking but they do perfectly.

While I do not have anything drawn for him, that may change soon! However, if someone is interested in beating me to the punch, feel free to let me know and I’ll send in a description of his physical appearance! I’d be honored, really. 💖

🍬 Next, my homegirl Dahlia Morgan! A lovely, sweet and spicy gal with a candy quirk that’ll make your teeth rot. She happens to be an exchange student into UA from a prestigious academy back in the States, managing to work her ass off and get a recommendation which landed her in.

🍬 What gave her a bit of a hard time at first was barely knowing any Japanese, her knowledge expanding only as far as the hiragana alphabet and a few base words. While people were patient, her grades suffered and the only way she could make up for it was on the field. She’s one to be underestimated, purposefully coming off as innocent with a harmless quirk to throw off her opponents before giving it her all. Candy cane blades fly and rock candy armor shield her from a brunt of the damage—but even so with extreme force it’ll shatter. Extreme heat will cause it to soften and melt. She’s at a real disadvantage there.

🍬 Outside of combat, she’s one to do no harm but take no shit. People like Bakugou are those she clashes with the most, her fiery temper and sass getting the best of her. She isn’t picky with the people she hangs out with, finding most deserve a chance until proven otherwise. However, Ashido and Momo have become her best gals. She’d die for them, hands down.

🍬 Some headcanons I have for this lovely lady is that she’s a disaster gay—panicking over pretty girls and one to blush hard at their simple touches. Her walls of steel crumble at their smiles and she can’t help but get heart eyes when she hears them laugh. She’s absolutely hopeless to them. Another is that her kisses taste akin of strawberry laffy taffy and she comes with the natural scent of cotton candy. Though she doesn’t stink, whenever she grows sweaty her skin sticks to anything and everything—she’s lost a clump of hair once for touching it during one of these states. While she kept a strong face she was crying on the inside for having to cut it out just to free herself. Never again.

🕷 Another OC I have is named Gossamer Tsubori! The man who is coming after Spider-Man’s title. You see, unlike our widely known web slinger, this man actually has the ability to omit arachnids out of any orifice in his body, including things such as his pores or even open wounds. These little (or big, if he chooses them to be) rascals are his babies, and while he can create what almost seems to be a limitless amount, he keeps his selection precise. Everyone has a name and they’re all loved.

🕷 However, he’s not just one to omit arachnids, but his body has a semi-similar physiology as well. Unable to digest most solid foods, most of his meals are liquefied. Smoothies and proteins shakes are a huge portion, and when he wants to treat himself? He’ll gorge out on some ice cream. Soft foods are a rarity, but are chewed until they can basically dissolve in his mouth. Is he sad he can’t eat things like tempura? Abso-fuckin-lutely. His body tries to make up for it with stellar hearing and agility, but even then, damn does he wanna try other foods.

🕷 Gossamer is one who, despite being an aspiring hero, is not only terrified of the dark, but of other insects. Even other spiders. If they’re not his and he doesn’t know exactly what they’re thinking, he wants no part of it. His own spiders bring him vast comfort, and often protect him in the dark as he sleeps by forming an army around his bed. To them, he’s their papa and they must keep him safe from all dangers. It’s left some of his fellow classmates bitten up as they try to wake him (he over sleeps a lot), but for the most part no one has bothered him. Even during his power naps. Hell, he trusts his spiders more than other students. Unlike some untrustworthy hoes, his spiders won’t snitch.

🕷 Headcanons for this babey is he’s tired 24/7–no matter how much sleep this boy gets he always needs another snooze. Constantly sleeping through alarms and taking naps anywhere and everyone (and on everyone), he’s just a sleepy boy. The dark circles under his eyes confirm it. What he wants most in life is a cuddle buddy who just wants to nap and spoon with him.

Same goes to Gossamer when it comes to drawing! If I get around to it I may post pictures if anyone is interested! That or if someone would like to draw him I’d wholeheartedly welcome it! 💗

This is it for now!! If anyone would like to see a part two or would like me to start writing about them, or share other drawings of them then let me know! I’d love to share them with you all! 💖💕💗

#sprite speaks!#my ocs #these are my precious babs #lemme know if you wanna know more #i have so much to say about them #bnha ocs #my ocs!#mha #boku no hero academia

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ghoulboyboos · 6 years

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Ryan mentioning body/food issues briefly in a video and having an emotional conversation with Shane after

This one was actually tough! Because I do have dysphoria and dysmorphia but I never had food issues myself. I hope I did it justice, nonny!

Yeah, heads up of course for body issues, eating disorders (as in “eating your feelings”) and follow up issues.

“Couldn’tthey just… I don’t know, give them some pudding and tell them toleave?”

Ryanwheezes and half drops on the table.

“Wh-what?”

“Yeah,you know, give them a pudding cup and be like-”

“Th-thanksfor staying here’s some pudding now shove off?”

“Yeah!”

Shaneis smiling brightly and grins over at Ryan who is just shaking hishead.

“Ireally don’t think… How the fuck does your brain work? That’snot how you get people to leave a crime scene after theydecided to have sit-in because nobody tries to solve a murder-I-”

Ryan iswheezing again and Shane is giggling next to him.

“Iwould leave for a pudding cup!” Shane shrugs at the camera.

“WellI wouldn’t.”

“Really?!”Shane looks at him in disbelief. “It’s pudding!”

Ryanjust shrugs.“I haven’t had pudding since I was fifteen.”

Shane’sjaw drops and he glances between Ryan and the camera, stunned. Hestares at his co-host and sees the grin slip a little. Shane is aboutto ask when Ryan leans in and mutters quietly:

“I’lltell you later, not now.”

Shaneonly nods and pushes the question down. Ryan gives him a gratefulsmile before he flips the page in his case file and continues to readthe events of the case they are going through.

Shaneexpects Ryan to get back to the issue after the shoot, but he doesn’tso Shane doesn’t pry. The rest of the day is the same and Shane isstarting to worry that he has breached a topic he’s not permittedto. He’s starting to think about a way to apologize to his friendand finds it hard to focus on work for the rest of the day. Ryansaves his ass from falling over himself trying to find a way to hangout with him to maybe apologize – by inviting him over himself.

“Youwanna come hang at my place and watch something and make somepopcorn?”

Shaneswallows. He tries to read Ryan’s face if he is supposed to broachthe subject or not, but Ryan seems relaxed and the question had comeout very by-the-by. So Shane assumes they’ll just drop it andpretend it didn’t happen. He can deal with that.

“Sure.I still haven’t watched season two of One Day at a Time.”

Ryangapes at him.

“Youdo know I consider that a personal attack, Sir.”

Shanelaughs and holds his hands up in defense.

“Okay,okay, I’m sorry. We’ll fix that, then.”

Theygrab some take-out on the way and end up on Ryan’s couch, feetpropped on the table with the Styrofoam containers strewn about themand the popcorn machine chugging away in the distance. The theme inthe credits of episode one is barely over when Ryan suddenly reachesfor the remote and pauses the show.

Shanehas relaxed so far that he doesn’t even think about it much. He’sexpecting Ryan to go and grab the popcorn or maybe use the bathroom.He almost drops his food when Ryan starts to speak.

“WhenI was a kid… I used to get sore throats all the time. Like, reallybad inflammation.”

Heleans back a little as he looks at Shane and starts touching hisneck, pressing his fingertips to the sides.

“Allof this would swell up. It was tonsillitis once or twice and I had mytonsils removed when I was eleven.”

Shaneswallows and puts his food away. He sits up a little and twists, sohe’s half facing Ryan.

Ryanblinks at him and then looks down at the table.

“Youknow how they give you a bunch of ice cream afterwards? Because youreally can’t eat anything. It only got a little better afterwards,ever so often I would get pain and swelling again. I really didn’tlike soup so what I ended up eating was mostly ice cream and pudding.Anything that was kind of liquid. But because I was in pain I alsowanted to eat nothing but sweet stuff, because it made me feelbetter.”

Hisface darkens and Shane shifts in his seat, unsure if he should reachout and touch his shoulder or stay where he is.

“Ryan…”He finally starts. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’twant to.”

“No,no it’s fine.” Ryan sighs. “I just don’t know how to explainit. I kept eating the stuff even when I wasn’t sick because… Idon’t know, it made me feel better about anything I had. It wasunhealthy, I knew that, but I would just gorge myself on freakin’pudding cups like a cartoon character.”

Hehuffs his breath through his nose.

“Itgot so bad that I would buy them in bulk, sometimes the little Asianstyle ones that are more like jello, you know.” He forms a circlewith thumb and forefinger to indicate the little cups.

“Iwould stash them under my bed and keep the trash in an extra bag,because I knew my parents would tell me it’s not good to keepeating it. But eventually, it just became my coping mechanism. When Istruggled in school, when I got in a fight with a friend, when I hadto deal with some shitty racist kid in the basketball court…Whatever it was, shoveling the stuff in my face made me feel better.Or, well, it gave me the illusion I felt better because, of course, Igained weight and I got acne from all the sugar-”

He rubshis soft, brown skin and Shane feels something tug at his heart. Hereally wants to reach out and- He doesn’t even know, he wants tocomfort Ryan but isn’t sure how to, so he stays quiet.

“So Ifelt even worse which meant I ate more.”He sighs.

“Eventuallymy brother caught me. He didn’t tell my parents but he sat me downand told me I was clearly dealing with some shit that needed to beaddressed. And I just… kind of broke down? Everything I had triedto push away and not deal with and bury under the feeling of justeating and not dealing with feelings kind of… broke out. I’m nota quiet crier so, of course, my parents noticed.”

Ryansmiles sadly and Shane feels his eyes moisten as he sees the brokenexpression.

“Ryan-”He starts, but Ryan is already continuing.

“Itgot better after that. Wasn’t easy, of course, but I learned tocope differently. Talk about things that bothered me, got in touchwith… my feelings, I guess. But I kind of shied away from puddingdesserts and that stuff afterwards. Even ice cream is iffysometimes.”

Hemakes a face and looks around.

“Andyou know, I’m still not eating healthy. I’m still shoving way toomuch fast food in my face on Friday evenings and, you know, despiteall the jokes about me running around shirtless too much, I stilldon’t like to look at myself in the mirror on Friday night becauseI look stuffed and weirdly puffy and… gross, I don’t know. Ipicked up regular training and do what I can to keep the skinny fatto a minimum but when I don’t pay attention, I get self consciousand disgusted with myself. And then in a reaction to that, I try tobottle up my feelings which in return gets me to eatmy feelings again and I really try to avoid that.”

Hesmiles a bit.

“Iguess… the show helps in a way. And TestFriends helped. And socialmedia, too. When I keep having a camera on me, I can have an eye onmy body and the fear of ruining it completely kind of keeps me inline.”

Shanewinces. He feels miserable, because he doesn’t know how to help.

“I…Ryan first of all: I’m sorry I brought it up.”

Ryanwaves him off.

“It’sfine, you didn’t know. It didn’t… I don’t know, trigger anybad memories or anything. I just didn’t want to talk about it atwork.”

Shaneshifts in his seat again.

“Iknow. Thank you for telling me, anyway.” He looks at Ryan andsmiles hesitantly. It’s mirrored by Ryan. “I guess, I don’treally know… how to help you with it. But if you ever want to talkabout something, anything that bothers you… I’m here, okay? Youcan tell me anything and I promise I’ll be serious and not make anystupid jokes, okay?”

Ryannods.

“Okay.Thank you.”

“Ofcourse.”

Shaneleans closer and opens his arms hesitantly and he feels a rush ofrelief when Ryan closes the distance and hugs him. Shane rubs Ryan’sback. The position they are in is a little awkward, but he doesn’tcare. He feels still helpless, but a little less terrible thanbefore.

Whenthey part, he catches Ryan rub his eyes for a moment, but he doesn’tmention it.

“Forthe record, I always think you look pretty hot. And I know thatprobably doesn’t help with your own image but… I know many peoplethink that.”

Ryanlaughs and shakes his head.

“Shutup, Shane.”

“No,really! There is a whole … what do they call it… “thirst tag”about you on social media. They call it Berg-arm-ra, because ofthese.”

Hepats Ryan’s bicep and Ryan throws his head back and laughs. Shanegrins, happy that he can atleast do this for Ryan. If all he can do to help is occasionally makehim burst into a full bodied laugh, then that’s what he will do.

It’snot until a couple of months later, when Ryan kisses him for thefirst time in the safety of Shane’s kitchen, that he realizes theyhave a bigger impact on each other than just jokes and movie nights. Andeven though he knows, he can’t fix Ryan’s problems or take theissues off of his back, as much as he wants to, he makes a point of peppering kisses all overthat beautiful face and body whenever he gets the chance to. Ryan might not always think of himself as beautiful or handsome, but Shane promises to remind him whenever Ryan needs him to.

#ask #anonymous #prompts #shyan #skeptic believer #eating disorders cw #Anonymous

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peachymhaechan · 6 years

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Ten as your best friend

Warnings: language

A/N: Just something I thought of while staring at my ceiling at three am :)

okay let’s be real for a sec

ten would be one of the best best-friends in the entire world

yeah he might be sassy and tease the other members for some of the straight bs they say (this is 20gayteen, after all)

BUT he’s also one of the sweetest babies in the whole universe ok

protect him at all costs

ANYWAYS

he’s the type of bff to show up at your house uninvited at 11 at night with a pizza and you guys spend the night gossiping and gorging yourselves

so it’s pretty much the best relationship ever, really

he’d be the best friend you’ve had since childhood

you guys were next door neighbors and Ten being Ten pushed himself into your life

there you were, lil four year old you, chillin’ in your backyard in your lil sandbox just living your best life, when Ten threw a ball over the fence and into your yard

but that wasn’t it

he fucking destroyed your sandcastle,,,, what a little BITCH

automatically you hated the kid

his family had just moved in, so that was the first impression he left on you

oh, boy, was it a good one!

“Hey, that’s my ball!” he called, running around the fence from your front yard and into the back yard around the side of your house

yo wtf you’re not allowed to just come into my yard ?? I don't know you ??

“Who are you?” you asked, trying to be mean bc!! he just fuckin!! destroyed your castle!! not cool!!

“My name is Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, but I go by Ten. I just moved in next door! Can I please have my ball back?”

the boy didn’t seem mean, but his luck made him mean

“no”

“I- but why?”

“Because it destroyed my sand castle.”

“I’ll help you make a new one, I’m sorry uh, what’s your name?”

“..... Y/N.”

and then the boy started getting to work, fixing what he had broken without asking any questions

the whole time he chatted away, talking to himself half the time

thus, a beautiful friendship had been born

in elementary school, you guys were inseparable

in different classes??

not for long

don't worry, ten went home and cried and had his mom call the school and change him into your class

he wasn’t at school for the day??

you went to the nurse and cried until one of your parents picked you up

yes, you were those bitches

in middle school, it was hard as hell to adjust to changing classes

and y’all couldn't get away with complaining to the school about classes

so you guys had to get used to not being around each other 24/7

that being said, any time you guys had free time, you can bet your ass you’d be with each other

oh, didn’t get slammed with homework??

your ass is in ten’s basement, playing video games

oh, not doing anything in class??

ten already has a pass to come to your class

the classes that you DO have together tho

look out world!!

y’all are THE Best Friends of your school

any group projects you have in shared classes??

y’all get together to work on it but dick around until the last minute

somehow still get an A??? hmmmm

p.e. is definitely a class y’all have together

every year in middle school, there would be a big dodgeball tournament in every gym class

every year, the teacher would make sure you and Ten were on opposite teams

not bc he wanted to get you guys to socialize with other people, but bc it was entertaining to watch you guys go against each other

it’d always end with you being the only person on your team and ten being the only one on his team

the entire class would watch and be completely absorbed in your full on fuckin duel

lots of names would be called, lots of exposing would be done

it’d always end with you winning, tho

“I LET YOU WIN!!” yeah right, ten

once high school hit, you both started dating

y’all wouldn’t really know how to act around your dates tho so you guys would have boot camp for dating

ten would show you how to act around guys, tell you what they find attractive, help you text them, etc

tbh ten didn’t need that much help, he’s a natural fuckboy flirt

when you did go on your first date, you can bet your ass that ten was there, lurking in the shadows to make sure everything went well

first breakup?

don’t worry, ten climbed through your window with a bunch of junk food and all the love he could give

one of you got your license?

rip the world, y’all would be out there until curfew just driving in circles bc hey guess what?? you can now!!

late night ice cream runs to your local ice cream shop

late night (if you’re from America or any country with em) Walmart trips to buy random shit you don’t need and to people watch

you practically live at your house, and he practically lives at yours

he is at your place sometimes when your family isn’t

you just walk in and find him chillin on your couch

a normal Tuesday tbh

sometimes you are over at his place when he isn’t home, just hanging out with his family

sleepovers were very common

during the school week, too (gasp!)

your parents knew that if he wasn’t at your house, you’d stay up all night on facetime or skype

so what’s the point in not having sleepovers?

plus, they knew that your relationship was not romantic, so they didn’t really care that much

graduating high school was rough to say the least

you guys had been with each other your whole life?? so graduating was scary

you both had always gone into the unknown hand in hand, but this unknown was one you had to jump into alone

and it fucking terrified the both of you

but hey, you knew that you’d have each other’s backs

and you guys might not be physically next to each other, but you’d always be one text away

it was normal for the other to see things that reminded them of the other

lots of “hey, I saw this flower and it reminded me of the terrible drawing you made in third grade!” texts

lots of “I miss you bitch!” texts

lots of “I love you!” texts

lots of “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore but I’m glad you’re still here for me” texts

because at the end of the day

life might suck ass,

but at least you have Ten by your side

a/n: by the time I upload this, it will be haechan’s birthday! my lil sunshine, happy birthday, bub! ilysm!

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