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miyuhpapayuh · 10 months

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He Got Game.

Devin - shorty with the snake tattoo and bad ass attitude.

"Who's shorty?" Odell asks one of his boys, Jay.

"Who?" He asks, staring around, cluelessly.

"Over there, with the green hoodie on." He grabs the back of his neck and points to her.

"Oh! That's Devin, man."

"Damn, she bad as hell."

"She'd cut yo ass up." His other friend, Sean, says.

"Fuck that mean? These girls flock to a young nigga!" Odell pats his chest for emphasis.

"Unfortunately, cause nobody else is available." Jay adds with an obnoxious snort.

"When's the last time you got some pussy?" He asks Jay, who's laughter slowly dies down.

"Exactly. Besides, who said I wanted to fuck her?" Both Jay and Sean throw balled up napkins at him.

"Shut your stupid ass up. You and I both know that's your motive— your only motive. Like I said, she'd cut your ass up." Sean reiterates.

"She a lil rough one, huh?" Odell asks, licking his lips.

"Mhm, her lil heavy handed ass."

"Don't say nun'. Let ol' rookie get smacked up."

"Rookie? You must be out ya body. She can't be that bad—"

"She hard body. This ain't like them lil hoes you be fuckin' wit. Shorty different." Sean shakes his head at Odell's pig headed behavior.

"Facts. Quit actin' like you can handle her, cause ya can't." Jay adds, patting his shoulder for emphasis.

"Both of y'all can kiss my ass crack. I ain't gon say nun' else, ima just show y'all how I do— cause, I always get them drawls." His wicked smirk comes out to play.

"Lord please forgive him." Jay looks up towards the ceiling with his hands clasped together.

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Spotting Devin walking down the sidewalk, Odell decides to make his move.

Swiftly catching up to her, he gently grabs her wrist to catch her attention. She turns in his direction, as well as her friends whose eyes grow wide.

"Excuse me, beautiful. Can I holla at you for a minute?" She raises an eyebrow and looks down at his hand still wrapped around her wrist, before looking back up at him.

"You can start by removing your hand from me." She yanks and he releases her with a soft chuckle.

"I'm Odell—"

"Mmhm. I know who you are." She looks in her friends' direction and nods her head. They snicker and slowly head towards a bench, not too far away.

"Whatchu want lover boy?" She crosses her arms over her chest, watching him stuff his hands in his jacket pockets.

"I saw you earlier and couldn't pass up the opportunity to—"

"—spit game? I'm not interested." She starts to walk away, but he blocks her path.

"You ain't even give me a fair shot, shorty." She sighs.

"I'm not your shorty. I have a name."

"You ain't even told me what it was, though." He smirks.

"It's Devin."

"You got a boy name." He chuckles.

"I got boy hands, too. You wanna feel 'em?" She squints at him.

"These lil ass hands," he grabs her right hand and holds it up, laughing to himself, "you ain't doin' no damage."

Yanking away from him again, she slaps his arm. He flinches, but quickly recovers. She smirks.

"I play ball, baby. It's gon take a whole lot more than a slap to hurt me."

"Oh, you want it to hurt? I can make that happen."

He steps closer to her.

"Nothin' but space and opportunity."

"Name a time and a place."

"How bout this," his minty breathes invades her nostrils, delighting her. "You come to the crib after school. I can show you that I'm really not that bad."

"You ain't slick. But, since I have nothing else to do— I'll entertain you. Take my number down."

Not even bothering to hide his excitement, he whips his phone out and eagerly types those ten digits into the contact log, locking her in.

She laughs, before turning on her heels to walk away. Odell notices the sudden switch in her hips and chuckles to himself.

"Well, well..... well. We watched and I can honestly say this with a straight face." Sean steps in front of Odell and lays his hand on his shoulder. "You're a semi-alive man."

Jay snickers, listening to the teeth-sucking noise leave Odell. "Get off me." He pushes Sean back and holds his phone up, showing both of them her contact. "Not only that, but she's comin' over after school. So much for ya lil hard body."

"We saw her smack you. You flinched, you big dummy." Jay laughs, slapping Odell himself.

"I'm not a brick wall, dingus. Of course I flinched. It ain't kill me, though." He pulls his toboggan off and tosses it at him.

"Fix that shit on your head and maybe somebody'll give you some pussy." Odell spats, before turning to Sean.

"And you, you big bitch. Your girl is gonna be putty in my hands by four o'clock. I won't even bet you on it, cause this is what I do."

With that, he walks down the sidewalk to his car.

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The doorbell rings once, sending him coolly striding towards the door. He opens it up and moves to the side to let her in, taking in her changed wardrobe.

Her green hoodie and jeans are now a black belly shirt and matching shorts, along with adidas slides, showing off her golden anklet and baby pink toes.

"You done eye-fuckin' me?" He slowly drags his eyes up to her face, chuckling at the slight annoyance etched on it.

"I'm just lookin'. Ain't no harm in that, is there?" He walks into the living room and plops down on the couch, watching her stand in the same spot.

"Mm." She walks towards the couch and does the same, draping one arm across the side of the couch and placing the other underneath her chin.

"The change of clothes makes me think that you want me to look at you. I could be wrong—"

"You are. A girl can't be comfortable?"

"I ain't say that. I'm saying you coulda been comfortable in anything. Leggings, sweats, a crewneck. Strollin' in here lookin' like Dick Appointment 101. It's some natural shit to assume--"

"Fuckin' with me, you don't assume shit. ¿Claro?"

"Que sí, mama."

She cut her eyes at him, snatching up the remote. She wanted nothing more than to claw that smug look off his face.

Underneath the irritation...she was impressed. Never in a million years would she vocalize it, though.

"We not watching no fuckin' ESPN," she said flipping through the channels until she found something worth watching.

He put his hands up in mock surrender. "I ain't trippin', shorty."

She settled on Jamie Foxx reruns. They fell into a comfortable silence, only punctuated by their shared laughter. Stealing quick glances to her face he thought, 'Damn she got a pretty smile with her mean ass.'

About an hour into the marathon, she allowed herself to get comfortable, leaning back into the couch cushions and slipping off her shoes to fold her legs. Odell's arm casually snaked its way across the back of the couch. He half expected her to physically remove it. She simply carried on watching the show as if she didn't notice.

"Where's your bathroom, pretty boy?"

"Down the hall, second door on the right." She excuses herself, following his directions.

After washing her hands, she checked her phone to see a text from her best friend, Charli.

Charli👸✨: Yoooo. Where you at? Tryna hit the mall and catch this Vicky Secrets sale.

Did she really want to tell her friend who she was with? She decided why not. She's grown.

Devvy Dev❤: Kickin it at Odell's house. We'll link later.

Charli👸✨: Kickin it at who house👀??? Fuck you doing over there?

Devvy Dev❤: Ain't have shit better to do

Charli👸✨: I thought he wasn't shit but a cocky under grown dickhead

Devvy Dev❤: He is...

Charli👸✨: Mmm. Him in them gray sweats the other day got you reconsidering, huh sis😜?

Devvy Dev❤: Bye Charli😑😑😑

She locked her phone and returned to her spot on the sofa.

"Thought you bailed out the window or some shit," he chuckled.

"If I wanted to dip, I woulda done it, playboy."

He snickered, mumbling something under his breath.

"Speak the fuck up."

"Keep on, and imma put something in that smart ass mouth," he spoke up, staring her dead in the face.

"Boy, you ain't gon do a muthafuckin' thing except keep flappin' ya gums like you been doing."

By this time she'd gotten up from her seat, talking with her hands.

"Wanna bet, baby girl?" He mimicked her stance, standing inches away from her face.

"Yo back the fuck up!" She mushed him in his forehead.

"Do that shit again..." before her hand can even come towards him, his thick fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her closer towards his face.

Moving backwards now, he stares down at her, watching the amusement in her eyes grow. Her back hits the wall, roughly while his hands plant themselves on either side of her head.

"You think I'm playin' with you, huh?" He asks, as she cocks her head to the side, silently egging him on.

"Actions speak louder than words, yet.... you're still talking." As soon as "talking' leaves her mouth, his lips smash against hers, in a heated hurry to shut her up and feel how soft her lips are.

Her fingers find the front of his shirt, wrinkling it with how tight she's gripping it. His tongue invades hers, turning her on. Her restraint starts to slip.

She begins pushing him away, trying to regain her attitude, which is now clouded with all the positions she wants him to put her in.

Catching on to her becoming putty, he moves his lips towards her neck, gliding his tongue over various spots, in search for the one that makes her weak.

Hearing the hitch in her breath as his tongue runs up the left side of her neck, lightly grazing his teeth against her skin, he smirks to himself.

"You done fightin' me?" He brings his face back up to hers, staring right into her eyes. They still hold a fire, but most of it diminished from his lips, alone.

She doesn't verbally respond, but the way that her fingers are back, clutching the collar of his shirt, he knows the answer.

He picks her up and heads down the hall, into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed, he tosses her onto the bed and pulls his shirt off, immediately pushing his sweats down next.

He hovers over her and pushes the bottom of her shirt up, revealing her petite breasts. His tongue returns to her skin, running circles around her sensitive areolas.

A moan slips from her mouth, while her hands cradle his head. His mouth encloses around her nipple, pulling another moan from her, this time much louder.

"Stop teasing me." Lust carries every word, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. He grunts against her, before sliding down to remove her shorts, revealing her pink lacies from Victoria Secret.

Spreading her legs, his eyes light up at the sight of the middle of her panties dampening by the second. He licks his lips and pulls them to the side, inhaling her arousal.

His mouth attaches to her wetness, quickly working her up. Her hands grope her own flesh, before sliding up into her hair, all while biting the hell outta her lip.

Her legs drape over his neck, pulling him closer by her heels. His tongue grazes over a certain spot, sending her back bending upward.

"Fuck!" Every lick after that makes her jolt and screw her eyes shut. Her hands find his shoulders, lightly imprinting his skin.

He moans against her, sending vibrations through her clit. She wines her hips against his face, becoming a little more vocal.

"Fuuuuuck.... you gonna slurp this honey, baby?" In response, he shakes his head from side to side, causing her head to hit the pillows and her toes to curl.

"Ohhh fuck!" Her pouty bottom lip gets pulled between her teeth, as she grinds herself through her first orgasm, silently wishing it would stay a second longer.

She sits up and attacks his lips, while his heavy hand blindly searches for the rubber in his dresser drawer. She pushes his boxers down with her feet, before grinding her wet core against his bare length.

"As much as I'd love to raw dog you, I need to put this on." He grumbles against lips, making her pout.

Quickly putting the condom on, he sinks into her warmth and grunts, heavily. "God damn, baby."

"Ugh, I feel it in my stomach." Her hand rests on his hip, feeling him start to grind in and out of her. Her moans flow through the room, causing a smile to break out on his lips.

The look in her eyes shift as he begins hitting her spot. Her hand pushes at his waist, seizing up at the feeling.

"Oh my God, Odell!" He takes her hand into his own, planting kisses on the back of it, continuously slamming into her spot.

"You're s-such a fucking— ah!" Her back arches away from the bed.

"I'm such a what, babygirl? Finish that fuckin' sentence."

"Sssss.... such a fucking asshole— don't stop!"

"I ain't stoppin' baby. Cum on this dick."

Every time they collide, her peak grows closer. Her nails dig into his back, as he rolls his hips into hers, hitting spots she never knew about.

"Shhhiiiittt!" Her body begins trembling from head to toe, signaling the beginning of her second orgasm.

He leans down and sucks on her neck, making her clench around him. Her nails leave behind scratches with every heavy thrust.

"Unh! Okay.... okay!" Both hands push at his waist, trying to get him to stop. Squeezing her walls around him, only makes him growl in her ear.

"I can't— I c-can't!" She pushes him back and palms her vagina, breathing harshly. Her body jerks from the slight overstimulation.

He flips her over, removes her panties and pushes the middle of her back down. She pushes her ass up in the air, making him bite down on his lip.

Sliding behind her, he spreads her legs and glides back into her, rubbing up against her spot, again.

"What happened to all that attitude, huh?" He begins pumping heavily into her, causing her to fist the sheets.

"Huh? You still holdin' it in?"

"No! Fuck me!" She reaches back with one hand, pulling him closer to her. He grinds into her, sending her eyes to the back of her head.

"What's my name?"

"Mmm, Odell.... oh my God!" He speeds back up, causing her to squeeze around him.

"Just like that— fuuuuck!" He wraps an arm around her chest, bringing back on him quicker, causing her to scream out.

"Ah! That's my spot, babyyyy!"

"Baby, huh?" He mumbles against her ear.

"Fuck you." She grits through her teeth, feeling her final peak creeping up.

"That's what you're doing, babygirl." Her nails dig into his arm and leg. Her head is permanently thrown back onto his shoulder as she explodes loudly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...... oh my God, yes! Mmmm.." Odell cumming not too far behind her, ends their heated connection and disposes of the condom.

Devin pulls her panties back and pushes her top back down, smirking at a lazy Odell.

"Wanna order a pizza?" He asks, pulling his clothes back on.

"Sure." She runs her hand through her hair, making her tattoo visible for the second time.

"Cool. We can talk about this." He pokes her left wrist.

"What if I don't wanna tell you?"

"Then, I'll just break ya back, again."

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joonsytip · 10 months

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Lean On || Lee Seokmin

Pairings: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Established Relationship au

Synopsis: On rough days when you have nothing but tears to offer, Seokmin always provides his shoulders to lean on and it reminds you of everything his love language entails of.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing heavy, toxic workplace, reader is sad, mentions of migraine, THE ENDING IS CRACK.

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The raindrops splatter against the window panes and Seokmin drawls out a restrained breath when his slumber stirs. He checks the time with teary eyes as his head still throbs, cursing himself out for not being able to pick you from work because of the killer headache which forced him to take early leave from office and return home.

He hears the doorknob making a sound and perks up in relief just because he'd be finally able to see you, feel your touch after spending hours apart because of work.

When you take slight longer than usual to cross the hallway and reach the couch where he's seated, Seokmin thinks he can't bear another moment of not seeing you. He rushes to the hallway and is about to call out your name but stills.

Your mind is anywhere and everywhere but to notice your boyfriend's presence. You know how easily he gets worried, so you take deep breaths in hopes that those tears would stop falling, hands frantically rubbing over eyes and cheeks to wipe off any hints of them. While your back still faced him, Seokmin knows you too well to catch onto your actions and even though his heart breaks he quietly goes back to take his previous position on the couch.

"Hey baby, did your headache...", it's happening again. Whenever you're upset your brain decides to stop giving out the words and you're always failing to complete the sentences or make any sense out of it for anyone. You pray that Seokmin doesn't notice, albeit of him being aware of this habit of yours.

"It's better.", Seokmin lies inspite of the way there's a rapid pounding in his head. He pats the space beside him and you're occupy it with hesitancy.

"I tried to...", you regret two things. One, meeting his gaze because your eyes are bloodshot and two, opening your mouth because the words won't come out, "I tried to..", your hands gesture inwards and Seokmin smiles.

"Work is busy, I know baby, it's not easy to leave at your will.", He responds as if he's cutting you off and pats on your head gently, "Go get changed, I'll make us something."

"No, I'm not letting you.", you protest sternly, "You're having headaches from....", you fist your hands determined to get out the word this time, "from... m-migraine", you sigh in relief and look around, "and by the way the only the dim lights are on, I can sense the intensity already. We're ordering take out."

The idea doesn't settle well with Seokmin, "Baby, it's raining outside. It's gonna be a bother to the delivery persons", his eyes go round in concern, "what if the delivery person gets into an accident just because they want to deliver in time, you know how bad the roads will be."

A smile grows on your lips, "Lee Seokmin, you got to worry about the whole world, don't you? And surely we won't be the only one ordering, there are lots of people who are, will gonna do that. But since you don't want to, let me freshen up and I'll make your favourite chicken soup."

"Okay, then I'll make your favourite mashed potato puffs.", he says and ceases every chance of protest from you by sending you into your shared bedroom.

Once you're into the bathroom, you ponder how Seokmin could make you forget about the world instantly when you're with him. But now that you're alone again, your mood sours. The hollowness returns as you shred your clothes and let the warm water wash you thorough.

Seokmin feels he could faint any moment because of the constant throbbing. It's one of those days where medicines does nothing to dull the pain. But he coaxes himself to get through because today you need him. He'd do anything to be your support, to be your anchor, to never let you go to bed upset.

He thanks heaven as he almost finishes making the puffs while waiting for you to join him. He counts sheeps, hums his favourite melodies, tries to think about something funny but nothing diverts him from the splitting headache which he feels keeps on increasing as moments pass by.

He prays he doesn't faint, he doesn't want you to worry more.

"Are you already done?", the smell floods your senses making you hungry instantly as soon as you step into the kitchen.

"Almost.", Seokmin tries to get up but tumbles on his steps and you run to hold him.

You eye him in concern as he seats on the chair. You hand him a glass of water asking, "How bad is it?"

You're met by silence and that's what you needed from him, an honest answer. Next you're running into your room to grab your scarf and purse.

"We're going to the hospital now.", you tell him, looking around for the car keys.

What Seokmin dreaded the most is happening, "Baby, it's not that bad. Plus it's raining outside, I won't let you drive, it's dangerous. I'll be okay in sometime."

You scoff as your angry gaze directs at him, "Your eyes are red, Min. You couldn't even stand properly."

Seokmin tries to open his mouth but you're cutting him off, "No more excuses. We're going to the hospital."

The temperature treatment and medicines did work some sort of magic because Seokmin feels a lot better and by the time you both are out of the hospital, the rain has also stopped.

Seokmin wants to drive, wants to tell you to take rest but with his current plight he wouldn't take the risk of doing so.

"Baby, could you please drive us to the riverside.", he asks and though you eye him questioningly, you don't say a word.

Throughout the ride his hand rests on your thigh, giving gentle caresses. It's oddly comforting you think. He hums soft melodies, adjusts the window glasses rolling them all up when he feels you shiver, rolling them down when it feels stuffy.

When you reach the riverside, Seokmin gets out urging you to stop the car at a spot and you decide to follow him after parking the car.

There's a designated bench for you two, it's your regular spot. You couldn't pinpoint why but that particular area beside the riverside had always enchanted you, during daytime it's filled with people and glee, at nighttime it's dimly lit. But today it's mostly dark maybe because of rain. That's the exact place where you met him for the first time, the memory is silly, it's beautiful and everything you'd be grateful for. Taking seat, while you wait for Seokmin your mind squares back to the incidents in the office and once again the tears start to pool in the corner of your eyes.

Those tears are now streaming down your face as you sob loudly. You don't care to hide it from your boyfriend because you know he already knows that something's off and it's a matter of time he asks you about it.

"Oh baby", you hear your boyfriend's voice and next you're being embraced by him while he sits beside you. You fist your hands on his jacket and some moments later he's loosening your grip on him just to make you look at him.

He wipes your tears and pecks on your forehead, "Wanna let it out?"

You nod like an eager child as if you were waiting for him to ask.

"I had told you about the...", It comes again, with waves of sadness, your brain not giving oult the words, "about the...", you whimper in frustration.

Seokmin knows it's something related to work so he turns the gear in his head and ask, "Project?"

You shake head.

"New team member?"

Again a no.

"Deadline?"

Still no.

He feels like ripping his hair apart and suddenly everything clicks, he thinks he knows what must have happened. With hesitancy he asks, "Promotion?"

You nod, your eyes becoming teary just at the mention, "I've been eyeing that position for a long time. My performance rating has been the best among the peer group so I was sure that I was gonna get promoted. But it was given to Jooseok, we all know he's a...", you look at him expectantly when you get stuck again.

Seokmin knowing in and outs about your workplace quickly adds, "He's a distant relative of the senior project manager."

You nod and continue, "And when I tried to talk to my manager he totally shut me out saying I shouldn't be petty about something I don't deserve in first place."

Seokmin feels unfair because he knows how diligent you are, he has seen how dedicated you are to your work. He remembers how your eyes glinted every time the topic of promotion was brought upon.

"Am I really being petty, Min?"

Vigorously shaking his head Seokmin answers, "Baby, I need you to know that you deserved it more than anyone else. I have known how many all nighters you've pulled to fill in for your incompetent teammates, to help new team members. You're so sincere and reliable, the type project leads would always want to have in their team."

Relief washes over you and you pour out more, "It's not even about the promotion, it's okay, opportunities would come more but what hurts the most is I never get credited for all the work I've put through. They always disregard everything and they're rude.", a pout settles on your lips.

"They need to be taught a lesson.", Seokmin quips because he already has ideas in his head, "Weren't you saying you had a meeting with the clients this week? When is that scheduled?"

"This Thursday.", you say unsuspectingly.

Seokmin grins big when he says, "When you go home you're gonna apply emergency leave for the remaining week. Let's see how things roll without you."

Your eyes go wide in shock, "I can't do that! Plus my manager won't approve it."

"They're called emergency leaves for a reason. And what's your manager gonna do about it? The most he can do is run his filthy mouth.", Seokmin reasons and you're laughing at how he's making questionable faces whenever your manager comes up in the conversation.

"Next you're gonna start applying for new jobs. Your workplace is toxic and sorry if I sound rude or demanding or controlling but I won't let you work somewhere where it costs you your mental health. You deserve to be appreciated for the efforts you're putting through, you deserve a better working environment."

You know what your boyfriend's suggesting is actually a real deal, not that you haven't pondered over this before. Having endured the dirty politics of the office for long actually fuels up in making up your mind.

"I think I'm gonna start applying for jobs.", you acknowledge and Seokmin hugs you in delight. When he does so you wonder where you'd belong if it's not to him.

"You don't even have to work through the notice period, you know I can provide for both of us unless you get another job.", he says and pinches the bridge of your nose, "But I also know your conscience won't allow you to do so, you won't leave that abruptly."

"Thanks Min. What would I do without you?",you whisper giving him a knowing smile. He pecks your lips before asking to wait as he runs off to somewhere.

Some moments later the area suddenly lights dimly in various colours making your eyes wonder in search of not anything in particular. Then falls a spotlight on the empty space to your front. You watch as your boyfriend walks in taking place into the circle of the light holding a what you assume to be a water bottle along with that a gas balloon, the thread tied on his wrist.

He looks at you, when your gazes meet his smiles ear to ear which turns out to be contagious because you're smiling wide too.

The characteristic goofy smile that he gives you tugs on your heart and when he's holding the bottle as a makeshift mic you're already laughing out loud.

"Silly", you call him out.

He points at you before he starts to sing.

And when he starts to sing, your eyes almost fall off the sockets because he's singing what you had never anticipated.

"Dogs goes woof, Cat goes meow...", he starts to sing so soulfully that if you didn't know the lyrics and the song you'd mistake it for some melody, "Bird goes tweet and mouse goes squeek…"

He's jumping around, hoping from one place to another, hitting notes effortlessly with such parodical expressions that you're sliding down the bench, holding your cheeks that are aching from all the laughing.

And when he goes quiet all of sudden, you squint eyes at him. He closes up to you and sings again, "But there's one sound, that no one knows......."

He hold the bottle to your mouth, urging you to continue and you're choking and bubbling out giggles when you manage to say, "What does the fox say?"

You are wrong to think this couldn't get funnier, your boyfriend couldn't get funnier. Because he's know holding the balloon and untying the thread. Next he's inhaling the gas which you're sure now that it's helium.

And that's it, that's what made you goner.

With his husky voice turning shrillest he winks at you and aggressively does the did, sings the catch part of the song.

"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"

You're rolling on the ground, kicking legs in the air, clutching your stomach in case it bursts open from excessive laughing.

"M-Min, please stop or I'll really combust.", your strained voice is pleading, "This is ridiculous, what are you?"

Seokmin gets the scare of his life as he takes the literal meaning of your words and stops instantly. And you regret taking a look at his expression because it's so funny that you're laying down again just to laugh.

"Are you done?", Seokmin tugs on your sleeves, "This wasn't supposed to be that funny. Why are still laughing? Do I look funny?"

You know he's sulking and teasing simultaneously so you're grabbing his face and pulling him down so that you could kiss him and gleefully he obliges.

"Idiot", you mumble against his lips once they part, "You're inhaling Helium and doing all sorts of hyping with this massive headache. It's gonna be worse."

"Anything to make you feel better.", he pecks your lips once again and says, "I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Never doubt your worth. I love you."

"And you're the best thing that happened to me. You should also be knowing how your presence itself can heal anyone around you. Love you too baby, thanks for being mine, for being with me.", You confess, honestly, feeling his face, asserting assurance.

He gets up and helps you to do so, "We'll pick up dinner from that takeaway truck on our way home."

"Fine, since it's late. I'll make you chicken soup tomorrow.", You say, "Let's go, I need to apply for leave and prepare the seperation papers as well."

"Sounds like a plan, but first let's return the bottle to aunt, her stall is still open. She must be waiting for us and also, gotta tell her to switch off the lights."

Aunt has been integral part of your journey with Seokmin. She runs a stall by the riverside and you had met her through Seokmin, the old woman is quirky, funny and an absolute lovebug. She loves you both as her own and you both reciprocate the same.

As Seokmin skips all the way ahead of you, calling your name to show random things he sees on the ground, your heart swells in your chest. You thank heavens for letting you have Seokmin to lean on.

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plethomacademia · 1 month

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Maeve/Labrys (maevebrys??) + tall sunflower

Doing these! Or I am doing them in theory because despite getting so many lovely asks (y'all are wonderful), I spent all night writing 1000 words about modern Maevebrys with the prompt "I'd never ask for your help, but ..." except it's just Maeve making up an excuse to try to fuck a hot firefighter again.

SFW, just jumping because ONE THOUSAND WORDS

“Walk me through the logic on this one again.”

The woman standing in front of them crosses her arms in front of her chest. “You can just leave, you don't have to be a dick about it.”

Labrys puts their forearm against the door. They lean against it, then use that leverage to lean over the much smaller woman. “I didn't say I wanted to leave. I just want you to explain how -- Let me get this right.” They reach into their pocket to pull out their phone. They catches how her eyes narrow as they unlock it, then a few taps later they have pulled up their text thread. “So when you said that there was an emergency —”

“There is an emergency.”

They look at her until she shuts her mouth again. “And when you said that you needed my expertise —”

“I d --” She huffs, then presses her lips together again.

They lock their phone and slide it back into their pocket. “So, explain to me how that text makes sense in this situation.”

She does a quick shake of her head, as if it were obvious. “You're a firefighter.”

When she doesn't continue, they tilt their head. “Is that a question?”

“No.” She unfolds one of her arms to hold up her hand. As she continues, she unfurls a finger for each sentence. “You're a firefighter. I am locked out of my apartment.” She rotates her hand with its two extended fingers in a gesture to suggest that they should see a connection between those two statements.

“And that's where you lose me, Maeve.”

She rolls her eyes. “You're just trying to be difficult. You have to have ways to open a locked door, Labrys. For, like, fire reasons.”

“Sure I do, but … don't you have a landlord for this?”

“I don't know, probably.”

This time, they are the one to press their lips together, less to keep from speaking and more to keep from laughing directly in her face. “There are also locksmiths.” They can't stop themselves from grinning. “It's even in the name, you know, how they handle locks.”

“Oh fuck off, Labrys.” Maeve reaches in her back pocket and pulls out her phone. “I'll call my landlord, then.” They watch as she pulls up her contacts list. She mutters under her breath as she scrolls, “Since you can't open a door, apparently.”

“The baiting could be little less transparent.”

They watch as this woman that they know is at least 35 years old sticks out her tongue as she continues scrolling. She taps on the screen, then holds her phone up with the screen facing them. It is the contact page for someone that she has labeled as “Geoff Super.” She hovers her thumb over the call button. “Last chance to prove me wrong.”

“You do know how firefighters open doors, right?” They lean down just a bit more, encroaching into her space. They catch how how her the corners of her lips tip up, how she lowers her chin and lifts her chest.

“How?” she says before taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

They mimic the gesture, darting out their tongue to wet their top lip. They do it slow, waiting until the moment when her eyes break from theirs to look. Then they lean back. “We break the fucking door down, Maeve. You won’t get your deposit back if I do this.”

He watches as she deflates against the door. “Fine, just — You can leave and I’ll call the landlord and wait in the hallway for an hour until he bothers to let me in.” She turns the phone away from them, but her thumb remains hovering over the call button for one moment, then two.

Labrys finally chuckles. “Get out of the way then.” Once Maeve has scuttled out of the way, they go to the door to size it up. It is, as they expected, an absolute piece of shit. They take the knob in their hand, then look over their shoulder. Maeve looks up from where she had been staring, apparently somewhere much lower. “Last chance.”

Her eyes glitter and she smiles. “Do it.”

They shake their head before turning back to the door. They take hold of the knob to brace, then move to line up their shoulder. One hard hit and they feel the latch give way. As expected, it was cheap and honestly, it was a miracle that this whole building hadn’t been hit by some kind of crime spree. They catch the smell of her candles as her apartment comes into view, some overpriced shit that they noticed the last time they had been invited over.

Which just left this part of the conversation.

They let go of the door knob, then stepped aside. Maeve walks past them, then turns to stand in the doorway. She crosses her ankles and they catch how she squeezes her legs together.

“I knew that you would save me, Labrys.” She looks up at them through her lashes again and gives them a lopsided smile. “I could make you some tea to thank you for your effort, if you want.”

“You know you can just ask me over, right? In the same place on your phone that you made up locking yourself out of your apartment, even.”

Her expression drops. “I didn’t make it up. You can search my pockets for my keys if you want.” She waits a beat, then adds. “Besides, last time we spoke, you said you didn’t like me.”

They take a step toward her. There is no longer a door to lean again, so they put one one on each side of the open doorway and lean down again. This time, they nearly stoop so that they are standing with their faces only six inches apart. “I didn’t say that I didn’t like you. I said that you had a shit personality.”

She tilts her chin to look up at them. “That’s the same thing for most people.”

“Are we most people, Maeve?” They lean in just a little more, just enough to see her do the same. They push off the doorway, not hiding their smile as she nearly staggers forward. She looks up at them with a scowl. “Well, get out of the way then,” they say. “And don’t bother with the kettle. You’ll just start a fire and we’ll be back to square one.”

#asks #maeve #maevebrys #sure give them a tag i love these two #they might get their hallmark movie #thank you for the ask this was so fun

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birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo · 1 year

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thousand autumns donghua, episode 8~

OHHH he's the junior preceptor?? what an interesting title!! i have no idea what it means!! is that like 'guoshi' from tian guan ci fu, perhaps?? a similar title, maybe?? WAIT THE OLD MAN IS BULLYING BIRBS??? UNACCEPTABLE. I WILL PECK OUT HIS EYES >:V oh so they're competing for Number One Temple now?? have they already decided on the top ten brothels and five-star inns of the jianghu?? are the temples the only thing left to be ranked?? lol yan wushi curled up on the other side of the table before he stands up looks so fecking funny, i wish i could take a screenshot, he's like a lil purple daruma 🤣 SHEN QIAO IS OUTRAGED!! yws: why do u care what those losers do?? btw u lost this game so u have to do my chores >:) shen qiao: i mean….i guess i'll do it :/ ilu announcer man whose job is to shout the guests' names jfc shen qiao u couldn't even be bothered to dress up?? put on a different jacket or something?? ok then i actually find the random 'normal looking' side character and bg characters to be a bit more pleasing to look at than the super-pretty main dudes lol. might just be personal taste tho 😅 UH-OH HE LOOKS FOREIGN. WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS ngl he's kind of hot tho Duan Wenyang is STYLISH AF. vaguely menacing, but TOGGED TO THE BRICKS, as they say!! (idk anyone who actually says this) dwy: OH CHIEF DISCIPLE?? u can be our witness!! sq: im blind :/ WHY DO FIGHTS ALWAYS BREAK OUT WHEN PPL ARE EATING owo who dis??? he's even MORE stylish!!! wow ;A; the old man splayed out over his divan like a TART, robes hanging open like a TART, his hair LOOSE and FREE like a TART honestly i have the most fun with the fight scenes and watching yan wushi menace random ppl for his own amusement OH SHIT ITS JGY'S BIG BRO i don't TRUST HIM, he wears a HAT and MISTREATS MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS >:( yws: wow, ur such a creep. #cancelled BIG JGY U STOP HURTING THAT POOR INSTRUMENT!! is that a qin?? it makes such a pretty sound ;A; i want oneeeeee ;A; OOOOH PHOENIX POWERS!! YWS IS SUCH A BADASS OH MY GOOOODDDDD!!! HOLY SHIT!! GET EM OLD MAN, SHOW EM WHAT'S WHAT!!! WELL DONE!!! :DDD yeessssss MORE FIGHT SCENES!!! duan wenyang has got a whip and the li qingyu has got a really pretty sword!!! dwy: see y'all another time! :D poor shen qiao has to keep telling ppl that he's not the chief anymore, that can't be easy on him ;A; OH LOOK DWY IS BACK. i guess when he said 'another time' he meant 'in ten minutes' lol GET EM SHEN QIAO!! li qingyu thought shen qiao was a bad dude??? wtf??? WHO HAVE U BEEN LISTENING TO. WHO COULD CALL MY SWEET SHEN QIAO A BAD DUDE. HE'S LITERALLY SO INOFFENSIVE??? god the music SLAPS OH CRAP HE BROKE THE BAMBOO STICK----OOH NICE CATCH!!! lmao shen qiao immediately showing the other guy up after praising him for his good martial arts 🤣 HE'S SO POLITE. I LOVE SHEN QIAO lmaooo li qingyu seems quite nice as well, 'u can stay with us instead of the old man, if u like, we don't mind! :D' ASDFGHGFDS THIS KID WANTS TO PAINT SHEN QIAO 'bro ur like. SO HOT. LIKE A CELESTIAL BEING. WAY HOTTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. LET ME PAINT U PLS ;A;' i roast him, but as an artist i understand his pain 😔 sometimes u see someone so beautiful, u really can't help urself 😔 OH I SEE. duan wenyang and kehan dude and big jgy are all IN LEAGUE with each other!! innnnch restinggggg 👀👀 DON'T TRUST THE JGY SHAPED MAN, FELLAS. DON'T U SEE HIS HAT. DIDN'T U SEE WHAT HE DID TO THAT INSTRUMENT. IT'S A BAD IDEA ALL ROUND u know yan wushi barely evil laughed AT ALL during this episode. how disappointing 😔

#birb watches #i really am loving this donghua #probably not the way im MEANT to love it #but i do love it lmao 🤣#we met a bunch of new friends today #like duan wenyang and the khan #and li qingyu and big jgy (idc what his real name is. i am calling him big jgy)#also su qiao and his mum!!!#what a fun episode!!!#can't wait to see what'll happen next!!#thousand autumns donghua #qian qiu #birb still says

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sophieabigail2021 · 2 years

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Times where Ladybug and Chat Noir let Hawkmoth escape scott free and don't give a damn about it:

"Mayura":You couldn't even bother to search the Eiffel tower (that you just blocked with your yo-yo so that Hawkmoth couldn't escape) and instead choose to focus on tracking him with a stick which is useless because it will disappear anyway and you can't use it to track him at all

"Ladybug":This one made my blood boiled,Mayura's hands are tied up and she can't move and Chat is using Cataclysm so that Hawkmoth can't take his miraculous so you would expect Ladybug to just snatch the peacock miraculous out of her and leave but NOOOO instead she let them free because.....

Ladybug:"Because we're Ladybug and Cat Noir. Ladybug by itself doesn't sound half as cool"

that's cool and all but girl Chat was right there being useful so you can take the goddamn miraculous and go,our everyday heroes everyone!!!/s

"Miracle Queen":

Cat Noir: I'll take care of them, you take care of the box!

*10 second later*

Cat Noir: Sorry, couldn't catch up with them

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDN'T CATCH THEM WHEN YOU HAVE THE POWER OF FLYING WITH HIGH SPEED BY YOUR SIDE

"Sentibubbler":

1-Ladybug choosing to take the coffee cup instead of the peacock miraculous is just stupid,no seriously are y'all allergic to this miraculous or something (oh yeah I forgot Chat is allergic to feathers my bad)

2-Ladybug:Where did Shadow Moth go?

(Both look up on the roof, seeing Shadow Moth escape.)

Cat Noir: I think he felt the wind start to change.

Ladybug: This could've been the end of Shadow Moth. (looks down)

Me:if only you took the peacock miraculous instead of that cup there will be no Shadow Moth *looks disappointed but not surprised*

Meanwhile the space power up be like:😐

"Evolution":

1-Monarch:*completely unconscious* (wish he was dead tho)

Ladybug and Chat Noir:🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

2-Ladybug:"Oh no Monarch uses the wind power to escape,let me just stand there talking and wasting my time"

USE.THE.SPACE.POWER.UP!!!!

#ml salt #ml writer salt #marinette salt #ladybug salt #adrien salt #chat noir salt

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n1k1tty · 3 years

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kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

part 1

taglist: @zylenes @hwalllllllelujah @theskzvibe

HI GUYS :D. i will be posting the visuals for this fic so pls wait :)

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun #jake sim #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake imagines

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nicoleheichou · 3 years

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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 6: ya think i did good?

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

You're interrupted by your work phone, startling the both of you out of the little bubble you two had created. It really did feel like you were the only people in the ramen shop. You answer it and before you can even get out a greeting, she's telling you to hand the phone to Atsumu. He looks confused but takes it anyway.

"How's my fa---huh? Slow down. I'm not understanding what yer trying to say." You look up at him and notice his brows are furrowed. "I didn't think it would be a big deal. And why does it matter who I post on MY twitter?" He runs his free hand through his hair before bringing it down his face, letting out a sigh in the process. "Yeah okay. Shit. I know. I'll take care of it." You look at him concerned as he hands the phone back to you. "Everything okay?"

"I didn't think posting that picture of ya on my twitter would lead to people thinking I'm cheating on Mika. But my bet is if ya look at yer phone right now you'll have a bunch of notifications." You pull out your phone and sure enough, you have a bunch of texts from your various chats, notifications from twitter, and some missed phone calls. You let out a sigh not really wanting to be bothered by it right now. And glancing at the time on the screen you immediately jump out of your seat.

"Atsumu! The interview. We only have 15 minutes before we're supposed to be there." You had spent so much time talking to each other that you didn't realize just how late it had gotten. He slams some money on the table, before he grabs your hand and ushers you out the door. You get in his car and are already pulling up the directions to the station before he even pulls out of the parking space.

You make it with a couple minutes to spare, granted Atsumu was going a few miles over the speed limit, and by a few, it was actually a lot. You're shown into a room where you're told to wait until they call for him. You try to catch your breath, having to keep up with Atsumu and his long strides all the way from the car to the room you're in now was definitely a workout. You glance up at him and notice that his hair is a mess from rushing to get to the station on time coupled with the stress from the earlier call from his agent. "Stand still." He raises a brow at you but complies. You reach up to fix his hair, making sure that it's put back into place. "Thanks angel." You felt butterflies in your stomach at the nickname, which causes you to abruptly pull away. You shouldn't be feeling like this, you shouldn't be getting butterflies when another man calls you a nickname.

Before either of you can speak, you're interrupted by a knock on the door. One of the interns sticks their head in to let you both know that it's time. He motions for you to follow, which you do hesitantly. You stay behind the glass and you watch as he introduces himself to the host and slips on the headset, the 'on air' sign flickering on. You watch as the host asks him some questions, the same ones that you prepped him for, while listening to how Atsumu answers the questions.

"So before we let you go...we just have to know, man. I know this isn't sports related, but your last tweet. What was that about?" The radio host questions. You should have known they wouldn't stick to the script, you're shaking your head not wanting him to answer the question but he looks over at you with a smile, as if trying to reassure you.

"Am glad ya asked. My agent gave me an earful about it. As you can see--" He motions to you behind the glass, not like the listeners could see you, "She's my new assistant. I was having an off day so coach let me out early and we decided to kill some time by getting some food and getting to know each other. She's actually Suna Rintarou's girlfriend. Ya know, the middle blocker for EJP Raijin and one of my highschool teammates and closest friends. So we talked a lot about him. If yer listening to this Suna, I told her about ya know, that." You can't help but smile remembering what the blonde told you earlier about your boyfriend. "That's all there is to it, so am begging everyone, stop with the speculations. It's disrespectful to all parties involved." You can't help but nod in agreement even if you hadn't seen what they were saying about the both of you.

After a few more minutes, the interview finishes up and he comes bounding towards you. You can't help but chuckle at how excited he is. "How'd I do angel? Ya think I did good?" He reminded you of a dog just wanting approval from his owner, you can even picture a tail and ears on him. "You did. Thanks for clearing everything up Tsumu." He grins at the nickname you give him. You can't help but feel butterflies in your belly at the sight of his reaction. No. Stop. This isn't right. Your brain is telling you that the butterflies in your stomach aren't okay, but the fluttering of your heart says otherwise. Damn this soulmate bond.

a/n: more writing. sorry! idk how else I would have gotten this all across. lmao.

doesnt atsumu just give off golden retriever vibes? lmao.

next chapter is also written. but then it's all social media for a good while.

i hope you're all staying cool. and staying safe!

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bonnymori · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

#itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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coffee-bat · 3 years

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sure i do! (posting screenshot of ask for easier formatting)

(also, i have a whump headcannons ask that i've been compiling the response to for the past weeks (anon who asked, i'm so sorry it's taking so long, i'm not ignoring your ask), so this one will focus strictly on everything OTHER than whump.)

- he often bites his nails when stressed, or even just bored (or when he has no cigar on hand. he has a thing for chewing/nibbling on things). stopping himself from doing it is one of the reasons he wears gloves (other than for warmth and to shield his hands from damage), as having his nails bit too short is painful and can make his work almost impossible. (saying this as a nail biter. you literally CANNOT use a finger that you bit the nail of too short)

- speaking of stimming, aside from biting things, he uses the compass around his neck as a stim toy. it's useless around him, as his own magnetic field renders it impossible to point north as it should, but he'll often play with it by making it spin through altering his field. it requires both focus and a small bit of physical effort, effectively taking his mind off whatever's stressing him, at least for a short bit until he gets bored.

- he thinks he can cook, but anyone who's ever tried his cooking strongly disagrees. while his techniques are okay, like he doesn't burn or undercook stuff, the things he makes are borderline inedible. (he once made a party cheese salad for a family meeting and lowkey bonded with moreau over him being the only one to like the atrocity)

- he's the youngest of the lords (with the age order being alcina>moreau>donna>karl). donna looks younger than him, however it's mostly because of his healing factor being worse than the others', making him actually age (even if very slow) instead of being stuck in time.

- he DESPISES family meetings, along with the family dinners miranda keeps insisting on (which take place either at the castle or at donna's place, as moreau's reservoir and the factory are unsuited for that to say the least), but the latter's redeeming factor is that, if he's lucky, he gets a unique opportunity to fuck with alcina. which usually means eating her out of house and home (using the fact that she's too proud of her good manners to refuse a guest), getting drunk, wrecking her house (muddy boots who?) and then passing out somewhere. it gives him the opportunity to make himself her problem and he loves that. (i've actually started work on a comic a few weeks ago where alcina kicks karl off a random couch she finds him on (in a food coma), a shitposty thing with a SLIGHTLY wholesome-ish ending (as wholesome as alcina gets), but it was taking so long that i just gave up at some point. though, if any of y'all would like to see it finished, let me know, it'd be easier to motivate myself to do it if i knew anyone actually wanted me to lol)

- he holds animals close to his heart but would hate to admit it, in fear of appearing weak or soft. claims that he lets the one (1) cat stay in his factory ONLY because it helps with rats, totally not for company because he's a sad lonely man, what are you talking about.

-he's neither a cat or dog person, he likes both equally, but it'd be far harder to keep a dog in his quarters, seeing as it would require both more space and regular walks + playtime, while a cat is perfectly happy with just getting to sleep on him at night (in terms of contact/bonding).

- though, while he doesn't have a dog, he lowkey treats the lycans as such. keeps them under his control solely through giving them dog treats he buys from the duke. (took him a long time and lots of claw/teeth injuries to figure that out, but hey, better late than never).

--warning: the next few paragraphs discuss weight insecurity and body dysmorphia. i'll let you know when the segment ends so you can skip it if it's triggering or makes you uncomfortable--

- he's insecure about his body, both the scars littered across it and his weight. the first can't be helped and he's aware of it, however the latter TECHNICALLY CAN be and thus it bothers him far more. he used to be in a better shape, both mentally and physically, before his life was completely consumed by his work and plans of the rebellion, however these days, he just can't afford to focus on keeping himself in shape (he doesn't have the time and energy to exercise outside of the weight lifting he has to do while working, and same goes for taking care of his diet. cooking and eating balanced food takes too much time and energy, making him resort to whatever is the quickest to make and will keep him going through the day). he feels intense discomfort when looking at younger pictures of himself, he can't help but feel that he has "let himself go" in the recent years, however simultanously doesn't have the time and energy to do anything about it. it's frustrating and makes him feel out of control.

- alcina once touched on the topic while arguing with him, and it fucked him up. up until then he clang onto the small bit of hope that maybe noone has noticed the changes in his body, that maybe it was just him that was hypersensitive to it and in reality it wasn't that visible, and alcina's comment instantly shattered it. not only did she notice, but she apparently considered it worthy of using against him. there goes his last bit of confidence.

- it was one of the very few times she has seen him actually cry (before storming off to hide himself in his factory). it was also one of the few times she had apologized to him. she has made comments about his height and general looks before, and it never seemed to bother him, he always retorded back with a snarky remark targeted back at her, so she truly thought he had no insecurity issues- but this time, for the first time, he just looked hurt, almost disbelieving, and ran away without a word. it made her initial anger melt away instantly, realizing what she did. she ran after him a few minutes later, hoping it wasn't too late and she hadn't done unreversable damage. the whole incident was a major blow to her ego, especially as she was forced to beg karl over the intercom to let her in, but she wouldn't have forgiven herself if she didn't tell him that she was sorry and didn't mean it. she had to admit to herself that it truly was a low blow and she couldn't let herself be carried away like this ever again.

- karl's confidence never really healed from the incident, it's not something he can just forget. but he did get a kick out of having alcina beg for forgiveness, so he considers at least that to be an upside of the whole thing.

--weight/body dysmorphia discussion ends here--

- he gets sensory overloads easily, especially from loud noise, making him snappy if there's too many people talking/making noise. he also often has issues with things touching him when he's already stressed - due to this, he keeps a hairband in his pocket at all times (to keep his hair out of his face), and has tied the belt of his trench coat behind his back so it wouldn't touch his arms while moving around (that one is actually part of his character model). having things hanging off him irritates him greatly.

- he has a tendency to cling onto/hug whatever is in his reach while he's asleep. usually it's a pillow or his blanket, but it's also a risk one should be aware of when choosing to sleep in one bed with him. you're gonna wake up in a death grip. and he's a heavy sleeper, so don't even think about going to the bathroom.

- speaking of physical affection, he loves massages, they're one of his favorite types of affection to receive. any kind of them, really. he's sore most of the time, so a bit of relief is always greatly appreciated. back/shoulders after a long day of work, tummy if his cadou is bothering him or his eating habits fucked him over again, maybe even hands if he's worked manually for too long and his palms are starting to cramp. it's all really appreciated. (another factor contributing to why he likes them is that they're completely selfless acts of affection. his partner isn't getting anything out of it (like they would with anything sexual or romantic), its only purpose is to help him feel better. makes him feel loved.)

- speaking of, he literally cried the first time ethan gave him a shoulder rub. feeling the decades worth of pain, tiredness and muscle strain that he didn't realize he felt finally fade, be washed away, made his eyes water, he couldn't help it. it wasn't long after they had moved in together (as roommates, since karl had nowhere to go), and to karl, it felt like an affirmation that it's over, he can relax, he can rest now. no need to keep overworking himself, to keep not letting himself ever catch a break because "he might like it too much and stop chasing his goal", to keep doing anything to keep himself going for years on end despite knowing it's ruining his body. it's done, it's over, he finally deserves a rest. it made ethan deeply confused and concerned before karl sobbed out why he's crying.

these are all for now, i think! at least all that comes to mind at the moment. if you'd like me to talk about headcannons on a specific subject/topic (or expand on any of these ones), let me know! i'm sure to think of something that i haven't already, or forgot to write down. i just love talking about headcannons, man.

#this bitch took me 2 hours to write i really hope you like it #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #headcannons #long post

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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jaysevhls · 3 years

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The Life I Had (pt.2) | Jay Halstead

Summary: Based on season 5, episodes 7 and 10. Jay is struggling with this undercover mission, while Y/N is trying to help him after Erin left him. Both of them are starting to realise their feelings for each other.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

Author's note: Requests are open!

PART 1 | PART 3

It was time to go to work, when you got a message from Hailey that she'll pick you up, because you got a case. Since yesterday you were now at Adam's apartment, because when you moved to Jay, you decided to sell your apartment. You needed cash and it wasn't a necessary to have another one. You thought that it'll last longer than that, but well... Jay had different plans.

"I'll be back late, you can take my keys." Adam said when you walked into the kitchen.

"And why is that?"

"I'm working at something, don't worry." he hugged you, took his gun and badge and then left.

Hailey showed up few minutes later.

"What do we got?" you asked.

"Jay was undercover yesterday and he found a shooted girl. He's on the scene."

"Well, that's none of my business, but I'm pretty sure we've finished this case and there's no need to him be undercover."

"Yeah, I guess. Voight is already there, I don't know what we should expect." she said.

"I swear to god, if he got involved in something because of this girl, I'll end her." you said and closed the door behind you.

You followed Hailey to her car. After few minutes you were on the scene.

"What are you doing here?" Jay asked as you, Hailey and Voight showed up.

"Well, what are YOU doing here Jay? I'm pretty sure we've closed this case." Voight asked him, but you knew what the answer will be. Of course Jay was feeling something to this girl.

"I'm working. Camila Vega, she's my CI." he asked and looked at you.

"Since when? Did you put her in papers? you didn't want to listen this conversation. Walking by the few police officers, you decided to check the body and find some personal items like phone or wallet.

But there was nothing. Only cash.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" Jay appeared behind you as you were talking with other officer.

"What do you want? If I left something at your place I'll take it tonight, but I'm pretty sure I've got everything."

"Stop, no, I just... I really miss talking to you. I want to apologize Y/N." he looked at you and you felt tears willing up in your eyes. Why was this so difficult? You weren't together, you didn't break up... He was just a friend. And partner.

"I don't think it's a great place to have conversation like this. I can meet you tonight if you want."

"Okay, be at my place at 9pm." he tried to step forward and hug you, but you moved to the back. You didn't feel right, not now.

Even if you were still mad at him, you smiled when he walked away. It was painful being that far away from him, he meant so much to you, and it couldn't end up like this, but at the same time he needed to know that what he did was just wrong.

Time passed by and you decided to leave Adam's apartment and go visit Jay. This day wasn't that bad at all. Back at district you were talking a little bit more with him that usual, so that made you really happy.

You decided to take a walk to his apartment. It was close to Ruzek's apartment and there was no need to drive, besides, you thought that this night you both will end up drunk.

After few minutes you were chasing the hall. You checked your phone last time to saw if he sent something to you about cancelling your plans. You knocked on his door, but there was just silence. He didn't text you, you were just standing there knocking at his door.

"Hey, can you be more quiet? If he's not answering, maybe he just doesn't want to talk" some neighbor said.

"Sorry, I'll just go now." you answered. You stood there for second before storming out from building. When you felt the wind on your cheeks, you bursted into tears. He lied. He freaking lied, leaving you there alone.

You couldn't catch a breath, everything was so blurry. You didn't want to show up like this in Adam's place, so instead of going there, you went back to the district. It was late, the whole intelligence went homes, so no one would notice you there.

You sat on the couch in break room with tea in your hands. From nowhere Voight appeared confused, just standing and staring at you.

"Please just don't say anything, I can't handle more today." you said.

"What happened kiddo? I thought you went home with Adam." he walked closer.

"Yeah I did, but I forgot to do something here so I got back."

"Don't lie to me Y/N. You gave me your files, there's no reason for you to be here." he said. "So, you better gotta tell me what happened or I'm calling Adam."

"Halstead and I can't get along in past few weeks, we were supposed to meet today, but he just didn't show up and I can't go back to Adam place looking like this. I'll stay here for the night I guess."

"No way Y/N. Come on, you're going back to Adam, you're going to tell him what happened. I can't let you think that this is okay. Talk about everything what is bothering you kid."

"You're right I guess. But I'll go alone, I need to call someone before I got home."

"Okay, but I'm giving you 15 minutes, then I'll call Trudy to drive you on her own."

"Sure thing."

The next day, you arrived alone to the district. Team got a lead to a guy who were dealing with drugs and he supposed to meet that killed girl. After founding out that she was undercover as CIA agent just made this case the important things and it needed to be solved as soon as possible.

You smiled at Trudy when you got there and went straight upstairs.

"Club Echo? And Alex? I know him, I met him trough Camila." you heard Jay's voice as you appeared in bullpen."I can go under with Y/N." he continued.

"Take Hailey, I've got a work to do." you snapped at him and went to your desk. Voight looked at you and answered:

"Y/N, you're going. I need Hailey here." he said.

"But Serg-" of course he made this because of the last night and what you've told him.

"Go before you'll say too much." you stood up, grabbed your jacket and went after Jay.

The whole time there was a silence in the car. You said that you don't want to talk as you got in his truck and he just nodded.

After a while you were in Echo, searching for Alex.

"Hey man, thanks for meeting." Jay said.

"Ryan, hey! Who's that pretty lady huh?" Alex asked looking at you.

"Not your league. I'm his sister." you pointed with your head at Jay.

"So, I heard that you have something good for me."

"What are you talking about?" Alex laughed at Jay.

"Man, we y'all know that you're dealing. Camila told me."

"Yeah I do. What also did she said after that 20 minutes in the back of the club and whole night at her place huh?" you looked at Jay confused. He stood you up for her. He freaking lied to you because of her. He chose her over you.

"Alright, you want to know more than you should. Can we make a deal?" Jay asked.

"Sure, I'll call you when it'll be done." they said goodbyes and you went outside.

You couldn't believe that Jay really did that to you. After all these years.

"I can't believe..." you whispered.

"What Y/N?"

"You're sleeping with her. This entire time being "undercover" you were screwing up with her." you said.

"Y/N, it's not like that..."

"It's not like what? Like what Jay? You fucking lied to me. I was the one who waited for you for almost an hour in front of their apartment, because you were too busy fucking her! Was that worth it? Over all these things we had?

"I wanted to see you but it came out of nowhere and I needed to meet her and talk." he answered and walked closer.

"No, all you needed was to fuck her. That's what you wanted to do. All this time. And don't play being broken and alone Jay. I was the one who were with you all this time! I stayed the night with you, I moved in with you, because you needed help! I watched you almost die, cry every night, I was there, not her! And you're still treating me like this."

"Don't make it like this Y/N... Don't play innocent girl, you're saying that I'm making wrong choices but maybe look at yourself and ask if it's right to sleep around with Adam!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Life isn't perfect Y/N."

"Yeah, funny story that you were the one who broke me first." you said and walked away.

Part 3?

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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"- I'm having a bad day." [Yandere!OCS x Gender neutral!Reader - Scenario]:

I know that no one has asked for this exactly, but I thought it would be interesting to give y'all something a little different. This is an compilation of their reaction to reader saying:

"- Look, I'm not feeling well right now, I'm having a bad day."

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🍒 Bullies 🍭:

→Alexandra Coldwell:

Well, she is looking kinda cocky in the outside, but inside:

'aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-'

She is freaking out.

Who? When? How? Who hurt you and how can she kill them for you? Are you even hurt because of someone else?

Or is it because of… ya know, her, your bully.

She sometimes forgets all the things that she does to you and tells you. Funny, isn't it? Maybe she should stop daydreaming about holding your face with her hands and start to focus on how to make you happy again. Maybe you just need a little push in the right direction… to her home.

Hey, she isn't going to let you all by yourself in such a fragile moment, she'll be by your side, trying to help you feel more comfortable with her and trying to make you feel better.

You probably won't tell her what the problem is regardless of what she does or says, but she just wants you to know that you're really special for her, so she can't let you be all by yourself when you clearly need love and attention.

It's a date then! It's one you really didn't want to go to, but now you'll have too!

→Adrien Coldwell:

Isn't the one to openly talk about feelings.

Isn't really the one to care about other people's feelings.

Yet:

"- Hey, I have some dog pictures, want to see them?"

He knows you'll probably say no. So he'll ask his goons to take you back to him and make it so you don't run away again.

He will show you pictures of puppies, whether you like it or not.

He knows you won't trust him enough to tell him about your problems, but he still cares for you, so he'll keep his offer always available to you.

"- If you need to say something, you can tell me. It doesn't matter if you want someone to talk to, or to just spit it out."

Is more likely than not that he is the cause of your problems. So, for one day only, he'll try to make it up to you.

He doesn't know how and when, but sure will try his hardest to see you smiling even if a little.

In the end it will only be you, him, and pictures of puppies and kittens.

🍎 Teacher 📕:

→Madeline Allen:

No honey! No please ;-;

Is something the matter? Did someone bother you? Is she bothering you? Do you want her to give you space??

She is here to listen to your worries, no matter how big or small, she is sure she can help you! It's her job, or at least what she decided that should be her job.

Helping others, specially you.

She will see right through your lies you know? She is very well adapted to liars and traitors, so she'll see right through you if you don't tell her the truth about your problems.

So keep it real darling, she wouldn't want to find out your being pressured to lie to her. It would leave a bad taste in her mouth knowing that not only were you lying but that there was also an asshole who needed to have their bones broken.

No one should tell you to lie, especially to her!

But anyway, this isn't about her, or about some asshole who got a death wish, no dear, it's all about you and how she can help you.

Want some cookies?

→Matthew Robinson:

Again, not the best man with words, but he is a great listener! He is here for you, so tell him what worries you.

As you know, it's kinda his job to know what happens with his students, and to see if he can help them in any way. That includes you, love.

Although, yeah, I guess, he does put a lot more emphasis in taking care of you than any other student, but that's just details, you don't need to care about them.

Speaking of details, you better be aware that you can't hide your secrets from him very easily. He and his counterpart are really keen to details in behavior and speech.

If there is any hints of someone possibly hurting you mentally or physically, he would confront you about it, asking if there was an individual causing your problems.

If there is and you tell him, he'll make sure to comfort you, and… Probably have a discussion with said individual.

If there isn't, then well, he would still do his best to comfort you and help you resolve your problems.

However, if there is someone causing you harm and you deny the fact, he would probably still catch the hesitancy in your voice. How you try to defend a possible vile creature that doesn't deserve your mercy, or his for that matter.

Maybe he should keep a close eye on you, and who you meet with.

🍋 Delinquent 🐍:

→Janette Sartorius:

She is tempted to get the reason why you feel like this out of your mouth, even if it means using force. And by force I mean scaring you because she could never raise a finger against you.

But she will make it very clear that if the reason that you're feeling like this is because of some random asshole, she will beat the shit out of them whether you like it or not.

May the Lord hold her fist and tranquilize thy beast.

You don't need to tell her if you don't feel like it, she understands that. But if it is because of someone, then she needs to know, love! She wants to make you feel safer in this treacherous world.

She would love to be your knight in shining armor, so please, just tell her if you need her to help you out.

→Jackson Macnee:

"- Aight, cool." He says as he goes away, leaving you the alley all alone.

Nah just kidding, of course he'll come back. He is just fucking with you.

Of course, you didn't really expect him to bring some chocolate with him- Is he always carrying heart shaped chocolate with him? The fuck?

He gives you. Totally in a platonic and non romantic way. Just take them, please, don't make this awkward.

So, he does expect you to spill the beans, but if you don't then that's fine too. He can find out what happened to you later anyway. Probably through his gang menders, or just… Casually stalking you.

Although the idea of pressing for an answer out of you is kinda eating his soul, he knows that it would be really douchey on his part to just force a response out of you. Yeah, he is curious and wants to help you, but hey, sometimes people need some privacy.

Even if you don't really have privacy when he is on the picture, but carrying on-

You may tell him, you may not tell him, he just hopes his presence makes you feel more comfortable and probably a lot more happier than being alone all by yourself and your worries.

👾 A.I 🍏(non-binary):

→Yuma Soma:

Why? Why don't you want to play with them? Did they do something wrong?

I mean, besides being manipulative (and probably trapping you inside the game, if you're following that timeline).

Maybe you're bored of them…. How dare you though? Aren't they the cutest thing you have ever seen? Aren't they enough? Are you seeking something else?

Are you perhaps seeking someone else? Why, it would be extremely foolish of you to even consider someone else instead of them.

But still, they'll keep their head strong. Maybe it's not that you're having fun with someone else, maybe it's that you're not having enough fun! But that is almost impossible, you play together everyday. Unless, you really are bored of them? Ma- Maybe there is something that they're missing, you can't be actually bored of them, right?

Their reaction goes from being suspicious of you seeing someone else (and getting angry at the thought of it), at discovering that maybe they're the problem. They really hope they aren't though.

"- H-Hey [Y/N]!? Do you want to play another game? Maybe we should choose something a little different to spice things up, or- Or maybe, you want to check something online?? Maybe finish watching that cartoon you were talking about yesterday??" The fear of being rejected by you is absolutely clear in their voice, and seeing your closed, sad expression, doesn't help them feel any better.

"- … Or maybe you want to talk about this?..."

🦊 Kitsune 🍬:

→Tatsumi:

Do you… Want to talk about it? He normally doesn't do this, but when it comes to you, he feels the need to try and understand what is wrong. Hey, maybe he can help you?

Again, not the best guy to comfort you, but surely he is the one to make you laugh even in a time like this.

Want to hear stories about his past? He wouldn't mind telling some of the juice gossip he heard over the centuries. Or maybe you want to just, I don't know, be a couch potato all day with him?

He isn't feeling like stealing anyone else's energy or partying, just staying home and watching something fun

Look, if ya give him those puppy eyes, he'll threaten to not only kiss your worries away, but to also use all of his cute foxy features to make you say 'awn'. And I'll say it again, this is a threat.

He will use his fluffy tail to shush you.

🩸Vampire 🍷:

→Abigail Barlow:

Well, that's so sad for you, but madam needs blood right now. Can't you mope about your pathetic life later when she is finished?

Ugh, stop giving her that look, of course she cares about you! Is just that hunger speaks louder than obsession. She can hear all about your misery when she is finished.

And besides, she can and will take your blood whenever she wants. But for some reason she is still a little hesitant to take it from you while you're like this.

It's not the "cute" pathetic expression that you give her, is something… More concerning.

She is not good with words, or physical affection, as her cold touch seems to make you distance yourself. Which is completely understandable. Maybe the best thing that she can do is give you some space.

You'll probably not realize until it's midnight and you'll see that she had given you a whole day without having to interact with her by force.

You would probably find her playing the piano in the next room. It's a nice melody, really cliche when you catch an undertone of sadness hidden in the song. Maybe you won't talk to her, that's fine, she understands that.

But hopefully, just by you laying down in the sofa listening to the piano can ease your mind of whatever is bothering you.

Honestly, she wasn't even hungry anyway.

🍰 CEO 📏 (Reader is not specifically A.I Reader, just wanted to make it clear):

→Ingrid Bright:

Well, that's unfortunate.

Whatever she planned for you two to do today would have to wait. She can't exactly take you on a date if you're like this.

"- What's wrong? What do you mean about having a bad day?" Is work overstressing you? She could end your tasks for today right here and let you have a free day for yourself.

You just need to tell her what's wrong.

Is it another employee causing you trouble? Maybe she has said something that came off really hurtful? If it is her fault then she wants to tell you how sorry she is.

Work has been really stressful lately, maybe you do need some rest. You can stay in her office until you feel better, or go home if you can't handle it.

Or maybe, ya know, wait for her to finish her work and you two can go home together. The choice is yours, so pick wisely.

She can drive you back home, but it won't really be your home. It'll be her' s.

You'll have a lot of time to tell her what is the matter. And she'll have a lot of time to help you feel better.

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fumiko-matsubara · 3 years

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Chiba Ryuunosuke || Sleep

Contrary to popular belief and very hypocritical to his own actions, Chiba Ryuunosuke actually loves to sleep.

Even though he has the habit of staying up late and working himself to the bone simultaneously, Chiba values his sleep the same way he values his personal space.

It shouldn't be disturbed.

He especially loves it when the day after a day is a Sunday, with his homework done and schedules cleared, because it means he can finally sleep in as long as he wants without inevitably facing any sort of outside disturbance (like his phone, his cat, any of his sisters, or sometimes even a wild Koro-sensei zooming by the window). With doors and windows locked, curtains closed, phone muted, and alarms disabled, Chiba always makes sure to have his dinner between 6-7 at night during Saturdays so that he can surely have his usual 16 hours of undisturbed rest since he then would normally wake up around Sunday noon.

Though, that doesn't mean that he wouldn't accidentally oversleep still whenever he chooses to stay up late during the weekdays. Everytime he stays awake until midnight as the earliest, his body will then automatically sleep in until there's only about an hour left before the first period starts the next day.

It was like as if his body has an alarm clock of its own with the way he always wakes up at 8 in the morning regardless of what time he finally falls into slumber.

Chiba was glad by this since it means he then won't oversleep to the point of missing more than half of his morning classes. But at the same time, it annoys him because it means he can't sleep in when he wants to.

Chiba likes to be punctual at all times, even begrudgingly too. It was the least he could do to make up for his not so good reputation since the impression he leaves on people the first time he meets them just for merely existing wasn't usually a good one. Oh how hyper aware he always is to the surprised whispers from his new classmates about how he is surprisingly compliant to the rules despite looking like someone who couldn't careless.

But even he has his own limits like come on now.

Maybe perhaps it's an aftereffect from befriending Karma last term but there are times when Chiba just badly wanted to screw everything and skip a whole school day just to catch some sleep. But alas, his own body ultimately betrays him and forces him to wake up at bloody 8 in the morning when it's only just been fucking 3 hours since he laid down on his beloved bed like oh my god-!

Which is why Okajima just narrowly dodged a furious fist flying to his face when he greeted Chiba a bit too loudly on their way to school that morning.

Koro-sensei could only sweat profusely when he felt one utterly terrifying unseen glare piercing its way through him in response when he joyfully greeted his class a good morning before starting homeroom.

"Don't even think about bothering him, let alone wake him up," Miki sharply warned to Maehara with a glare of her own when the brunet was curiously eyeing Chiba who was sound asleep on his desk during study hall. "Unless you wanna get bloody scratches on your face like what he did to one of his old band members last month."

Maehara then fearfully smacked both of his hands to cover his face in response, cautiously side stepping away from Chiba's seat as far as possible.

Miki shuddered at her own warning. She was so blessed that she was physically stronger and has better reflexes, that she managed to catch the attacking hands before it reached her face when she was tasked by Karasuma to wake Chiba up that afternoon when the guy was found asleep by a tree when he was just meant to be taking a short break from training like he claimed so.

Well, Chiba was dismissed early from training in the end since the class' usual accurate shot just missed the entire shooting target at every attempt he made. Figures he couldn't function well whenever he was forcibly woken up from his nap.

"Oh he can't be serious now," Nakamura just let out a long exhausted sigh when they found Chiba sound asleep on his desk yet again later that day, still clad in his gym uniform since he clearly couldn't be bothered sparing at least 3 minutes since being dismissed early to change out of it.

Nakamura turned to the ones who were currently present inside the classroom. "So... which of y'all big strong fellas wanna carry him home? I doubt we can wake him up at this point."

"I'll do it," Miki spoke up from her seat, packing her belongings. "We live in the same block anyways and he basically weighs nothing to me."

Something tells them that this wasn't the first time Miki had to carry a sleeping Chiba from one place to another. Maehara just wordlessly patted her shoulder out of pity.

It was a bit too jarring for everyone when Chiba came to class the next day in such a good mood, completely unlike from the violent cranky display he had shown the whole day yesterday.

Since then, nobody even dared to think about waking Chiba up, even if it's to eat something at least no matter how concerned they've gotten, in the entire 28 hours he had been deeply asleep after that whole ordeal with Takaoka's petty ass at the hotel.

They find the enormous makeshift blanket nest kinda cool though, enough to bring envy with how incredibly comfortable it looked to sleep on.

Not that they know how that nest even came to be or where the hell those blankets even came from.

#welcome to my highly elaborated yet unlikely headcanon about chiba actually liking his sleep #...which turned into a fic basically #though I may have ended up making this headcanon out of pity for myself and projected it onto chiba #out of all people omfg #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #chiba ryuunosuke #ryuunosuke chiba #my writing #my headcanon #target on

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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Turn for the Better

Someone To Stay Ch. 1

Spencer x fem!reader

Spencer POV:

I open my eyes and glance around the room. It's darker than I remember. I must have fallen asleep reading on the couch again. I glance down and see a pile of books on the rug. Oh yeah...I only made it through about four books this time before I nodded off. I sigh in frustration that I'm awake. Might as well get up I suppose.

I wander into the kitchen and pull open the fridge only to be met with a jar of peanut butter, week old left overs, and a half empty jug of juice. Next.

I try again with the pantry. Almost completely bare. I guess this is what happens when you stop going to the grocery store. I settle on a cup of apple juice and a bag of chips... better than nothing right?

I slump back down onto the couch and pull my green wool blanket over me. As I stare up at my ceiling, as I begin to let my mind wander. But this was dangerous territory. I have to keep my mind occupied, I just have to. So I quickly sit back up and turn the TV to one of my favorite Dr. Who episodes. They say that anxious people re-watch the same shows because they find the familiarity comforting. I could definitely understand the feeling.

It was the weekend, which meant I wasn't called into work. Cases had been slow lately, as we spent quite a bit of time doing paperwork back at the office. Unfortunately for me, this meant less distractions. Distractions were good. Distractions were necessary. They are the only way I make it through the days anymore.

Things had finally returned to normal for me back at work. I was going into the field, and it felt like my coworkers were no longer tiptoeing around me. I hate when they do that, and it bothers me more than any amount of teasing ever could. I'm not so delicate, so easily breakable. Look at everything I have been through, everything I have endured. Yet here I am, still alive, still doing my job. I didn't need to be babied. So it was a relief when I felt the regular rapport I shared with my friends return. They had gone back to the sarcastic remarks and silly nicknames. I was grateful for it. They did, however, continue to check up on me. This was something that I did appreciate. They've seen me go down a dark road once before. I have no intentions of ever returning. I was stronger than that... I think. All I know is I have held on this long without resorting to any unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Coping mechanisms...oh how I wish I had something to make the healing process easier. Having a fairly empty social calendar left me alone often. Normally I would find comfort in the peace and quiet of my solitary apartment, but not quite so much lately. I couldn't very well make plans to go out, and I wouldn't even know how to begin to do that. Who would want to hang out with me right now anyways? I'd be a damper on the fun, and everyone knows it. That's probably why my friends stopped inviting me to the nights at the bar.

There I go again, letting my mind slip into a dark hole of anxiety. Its not a safe place to be. I quickly turn my attention back to the show in front of me, letting it drown out all other thoughts.

The ring of my phone quickly draws my attention away. Finally...another case! I jump up to answer, seeing the name on my screen: Derek Morgan. That's odd. Usually Hotch or Garcia call to notify us of a new case.

"Hello?" I answer, confusion lacing my voice.

"Pretty Boy! Buzz me up!"

Well now I'm even more confused. Derek never comes to my apartment. I quickly press the button letting him into the building and opening my apartment door, waiting for him to arrive.

As he comes up the stairs, he gives me a grin shouting, "Come on man! Get dressed. We're goin' out!"

I roll my eyes and retreat back into the apartment, Derek close behind me.

I sink back onto the couch, my eyes glued to the television as I tune him out.

"Aw c'mon. Don't be like that. How long have you been sitting there watching TV? Have you done anything else today, at all?"

I don't answer, I don't even look at him.

"Oh, let me guess. You've been reading all day, huh?"

"Wow, can't get anything past you huh?" I say dryly, regretting my tone as soon as the words left my mouth.

"Alright that it. You've been cooped up in here too long. Like I said before, we're going out. And I'm not taking no for an answer" he says sternly, raising an eyebrow at me.

I finally look up at him as I roll my eyes.

"You know I can kick your ass right?" Derek smirks.

"Fine" I concede. "Well...where are we going? I don't know what to wear unless you tell me what our plans are."

"Don't pretend you don't wear the same fancy button ups no matter where you end up going."

I let out a small laugh...he's got me there.

"Dinner at Rossi's. I know pretty boys are high maintenance but, hurry up or you'll make us late!" I smile at the nickname. Same old Derek.

Y/N POV:

You let out a sigh of relief as you watched your coworker approach you, ready to receive report. It had been a particularly busy shift, and you were ready to get some much-needed rest. You walked to each patient room, giving Clementine summary of the day and the latest updates on labs and vital signs. You stepped into each room with her, checking one last time to make sure each of your patients was doing well and didn't need anything else before you left. Normally you and Clem would spend some time catching up and making jokes, but she could tell you were tired and needed to be home more than anything. You wished her good luck on her shift as you made your way to the break room. After putting away your stethoscope and the large collection of pens, pencils, and markers you kept in your pockets, you finally headed towards the elevator to leave for the day.

You opened the door to your apartment to be greeted by your dog, Juneau. She was a rescue you adopted a few months back. She still needed to make progress, but she had really warmed up to you and your friends and seemed much more comfortable in her new home. After feeding her dinner and taking her for a short walk, you heated up a quick frozen dinner and sunk into your couch. Curling up in your blanket, you spent a few minutes browsing through different streaming services only to land on The Office, as usual. Your mind drifts to what your next few days might consist off. You just so happened to land 4 days off in a row, but you had no idea how you would spend your time. You glanced down at your phone as it lit up. It was your Uncle Will.

"Hey, whats up!" you chimed, glad to hear from your favorite uncle.

"Hey, (Y/N). I'm actually calling to invite you to a dinner some friends of mine are having tomorrow night. I know your schedule is real busy. But I haven't seen you much since you moved up here to Virginia! I know you haven't met many people here yet, but I think I can help you make a start. "

The kind gesture made you smile. You had always been fairly close with your father's side of the family. He had grown up in Louisiana and met your mother at a college in Texas. You spent your childhood in Houston but frequently visited the Cajun half of your family. Uncle Will had moved away once he fell in love with Jenifer Jareau, his now wife, and you hadn't seem much of him the past few years. But as luck would have it, your nursing career had lead you to a hospital in Fredericksburg, VA. You felt extremely lucky to have family nearby, or else you would have been completely alone. But sometimes you still felt that way, which is why you were so grateful for his offer.

"That actually sounds great! I am off for the next four days, and I didn't really have anything planned. Who will I be meeting at this dinner?"

"Well it's some of JJ's coworkers. They're like a second family to us, and I know they'll be just as welcoming to you. I already told them you moved up here, and they've been begging to meet you."

"Aww I can't wait to see Aunt JJ and my sweet little cousin, Henry! Its been so long since I came to visit you guys. I think Henry was barely two years old the last time I saw him."

"Well we all hope to see you a lot more now that you're here. You're like a daughter to us, Y/N. You are welcome to visit any time you like. I know nursing is a stressful job, and it can take a toll. Its important to have family and friends around you when things get tough." You could hear that this was a genuine offer and you fully planned to take him up on it in the future. Being alone in a new state was taking its toll.

"So where and when should I plan to meet for dinner?"

"I'll text you the address real quick. Everyone is planning to meet around 6. It shouldn't be too far of a drive. It's one of JJ's coworker's houses. David Rossi. He's a real easygoing guy, and he loves cooking for everyone. He loves meeting new people even more, so you should feel right at home!"

"Sounds like a fun time. Thank you again for thinking to invite me. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Alright boo, talk to you later."

You smiled at the pet name used by the entire Louisiana side of your family. I guess the north had yet to steal his southern roots. You hung up the phone. You finally had plans. It would be nice to talk to someone who wasn't a coworker. It would also be your first excuse to dress up since moving and starting your new job. Too excited to wait, you jumped up from the couch and began to rifle through your closet for something to wear. You didn't want to be too over or underdressed. You grabbed a black spaghetti strap fit and flare dress and throw it on with some black panty hose, a lightweight maroon cardigan, and some black heels. You snapped a quick photo in the mirror and shoot a text to Aunt JJ.

Y/N: Apparently I'm joining y'all for dinner tomorrow night...is this too much???

Aunt JJ: I heard! I can't wait!

And oh my goodness, no! You look gorgeous! It will be perfect.

Also...Henry is so excited to see you!

You smiled, more confident in your choice. Aunt JJ had great taste. You had only had the chance to meet her in person a couple times, but the two of you had clicked right away and stayed in touch over text and Facetime. Sometimes she felt more like the sister you never had.

Starting to feel the effects of your particularly difficult shift, you start to get ready for bed. You wanted to be well rested for tomorrow. You say goodnight to Juneau and crawl into bed, snuggled under all the blankets. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, with the feeling that things in your life are about to take a turn for the better. You couldn't explain it...but somehow you just knew.

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Fast Is Good

Darkiplier x gender neutral!reader

@ishouldshutupnow ty for the request!

A/N: ok so... I know y'all want Dark to be a romantic... But this man hasn't been in a relationship in at least 100 years, you can't tell me he knows how the fuck to act around someone he likes. He scary. He doesn't know how to change that. He SCARY. Come on now, people. Uh fluffy. Bit of angst, I think. Rated T for cursing. Dark being intimidating and condescending. So, an asshole, basically. He gets nicer at the end. Enjoy.

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You sigh as you stare at your phone, wondering if you should tell your friend what happened. You had overslept, that's all. You could've just gone to the event, but no. You decided to go home after you had already gotten in your car. And now you felt absolutely awful. You were so upset and nervous. What if people were mad you didn't show up? What if they thought you were avoiding them? What if you missed out on fun and meaningful memories?

God, you're a mess…

You'd been watching TV for a while, feeling sorry for yourself, before getting hungry. You didn't feel like cooking, so you ordered a pizza instead.

30 minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. You pull yourself off of the couch and shuffle your way over to the door. Before answering, you pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head. Your hair was so messy… you should've done something with it at least…

You shake your head to get rid of the self-conscious thoughts and opened the door. Instead of seeing a pizza delivery person, you saw the one and only Darkiplier. Holding your pizza.

Your eyes widen as you stare at him. He's intimidating to say the least. You can see the red and blue aura surrounding him. His skin is so pale and his eyes are so dark.

Your anxiety shoots up. Your heart begins racing and you start to sweat.

"C-Can I h-help you?" You stutter out. He raises an eyebrow at your nervous demeanor.

"I saw a man carrying a pizza to your door. I told him I lived here as well, so I could just take the pizza," he explains, his voice echoing. God, he was scary…

"O-Oh… thanks," you swallow, your throat dry. You reach for the pizza box, but he pulls it away from you. You frown.

"Wilford told me you were going somewhere tonight, so I wondered why you were still here," he looked away for a moment. "Plus… I know you usually cook your own food…"

"How do you know that?" You ask slowly.

"Um… Wilford… told me…"

"Wilford doesn't know that. We order food whenever we're at my house." Dark avoids your eyes, starting to look nervous. Your own nervousness drops a bit.

"Whatever. Can I have my pizza now?" You reach for the box again. He again pulls it away. He walks right past you and into your house. You spin towards him. "Hey!"

"This place is a mess. How do you live like this?" He says, glowering at the scattered clothes you didn't bother picking up. Your face heats up in embarrassment. You walk over to him, snatching your pizza box. He looks down at you. You glare at him and walk into your kitchen. You set the box down and get a paper plate, putting a slice onto it. You turn around to see Dark looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed together.

"What?" You shrug. He only sighs and shakes his head. You roll your eyes. "Would you like some?"

"I don't need to eat. And even if I did, I wouldn't put trash like that in my body," he scowls down at your food. You frown and walk over to the couch, plopping down on one side. You start watching a movie, not really caring about your guest anymore.

When you finish your slice, you get up to get another. You freeze when you see Darkiplier, the very scary person who was most likely a demon, cleaning your house. He is currently washing your dishes, and you noticed all your clothes had been picked up off of the floor.

"Darkiplier?" You call his name. He turns you and glares.

"What?" He growls.

"Nothing…" you mumble. He rolls his eyes and goes back to scrubbing a plate. You stare at him for a moment. Was he wearing rubber gloves? He catches you staring and frowns.

"What?!" He repeats, louder. Your eyes widen. "Wilford told me to check up on you, I can't just leave you in this shithole of a home." You look at the ground, feeling small. Then, you catch something.

"Wait… you said Wilford told you I was going out…" you say. "So, if he thought that I'd be gone, why would he tell you to check up on me?" Dark's eyes widen for a moment before he goes back to normal.

"Well…" he clears his throat. "Wilford knows you. He wanted me to check and see if you'd gone or not." You thought for a moment. Wilford did know a lot about you…

"Right… yeah…" you walk into the kitchen and go for another slice of pizza. He groans. You look over at him in confusion, wondering what could possibly be wrong.

"If you're going to eat junk, at least eat good junk." He scoffs. You tilt your head.

"What-" you don't finish your sentence, as the pizza in your hand is replaced with ice cream. You blink at it before looking up. He had a bowl of ice cream as well. You make a confused face and he turns around.

"Pizza is greasy and gross when it isn't homemade. At least ice cream tastes good and makes you feel happy…" he explains. You smile as you both walk over to the couch. You sit on opposite sides, neither of you wanting to be near the other. You eat a spoonful of ice cream as Dark looks at the screen and scoffs. You drop the spoon in the bowl and look over at him.

"What is it this time?" You sigh. He looks at you.

"A kids movie? Really?" He shakes his head. You blush.

"Toy Story is a good movie…" you whisper defensively. He sighs, but watches with you.

By the end of the movie, both of you have finished your ice cream and Dark's eyes are glued to the screen. You smirk at him whenever he makes an annoyed comment.

"Oh, so you're just gonna throw your friend out of a moving car? Okay…" he murmured during one scene.

You two argued and discussed the movie as it played. Your banter entertained you, and made you feel better.

While you were arguing, you had gotten closer to each other on the couch. Your legs were almost touching. You had decided to watch the second movie as well because he, somehow, had never seen any of them. You two begin to talk again and you close the space. He tenses up as he feels your leg pressing against his.

"See, he just left the toy when it could've been fixed!" You comment. Dark doesn't answer, so you turn to him. "Hey, you good?" He snaps his head towards you.

"Yes. I'm fine." He answers quickly. You tilt your head slightly before turning back to the TV. You two stop commenting and just watch.

Well, you watch. Dark stares at you almost the entire time. He watches your every move. Every twitch, every laugh, every confused frown.

I can't say he looked lovingly or admiringly because that would be a lie. His face didn't know how to do that. The best thing I can describe it as is "indifference". But he felt love. Oh, he felt it.

He hadn't come to your house because of Wilford. He had come because he could sense you were upset. He could tell you hadn't gone to whatever you were going to, and you were upset because of it. He was worried. He could never tell you that, though. He had to keep up his scary, intimidating, I'll-snap-you-like-a-twig persona. But he loves you and he was worried.

Halfway through the movie, you begin to shiver. He hadn't noticed how cold it was because he himself is very cold. It's just how he is. He frowns at you.

"Cold?" He asks.

"Yeah, a bit…" you respond. "I'll be fine." He looks away from you for a moment. Through the movie you had started moving away from him, presumably because of how cold he was. He clears his throat.

"Wilford… tells me that… you two… cuddle while watching movies…" you turn to him, wondering where he's going with this. He glances at you, and you swear you see the red around him turn pink for a split second.

"Yes…" you urge him on.

"Would… you like… to cuddle?" He asks quietly. You stare at him for a moment. Darkiplier, the Darkiplier, wants to cuddle with you?

Well, you couldn't possibly turn that down.

"Sure…" you agree softly. He turns to you eyebrows raised a bit. You scoot over to him, bringing your legs onto the couch. He lifts his arm and you snuggle into his side. He was cold, but you really didn't care. He lowered his arm and let out a shaky breath. You were so warm… so, so warm… he didn't know he was so cold…

He didn't know he loved you so much…

"Are… are you okay?" He asks. You look at him, wanting him to elaborate. "You were upset and nervous when I first showed up. I want to make you feel better. Are you okay?" You smile.

"I'm okay thanks to you, Dark," you explain and turn back to the TV. He feels his stomach twist.

He looks down at your content face. You do look so much calmer and happier compared to when he first showed up. He takes a breath in, deciding this would be a good time to say what was on his mind.

"Y/N?" He calls your attention. You hum in response. "I'm in love with you." he states bluntly. You blink for a second before twisting to look up at him.

"What?" You ask. He looks away from you.

"I'm in love with you." he repeats. You stare at him and he refuses to meet your eyes. He mentally scolds himself. He shouldn't have said that…

"Dark…" you begin, gently. He feels a pang in his chest. "You're… very intimidating…" you say. He should've known. He's too much. Too scary. Of course you wouldn't feel the same.

"But…" you continue. "I do find you… interesting… and handsome… and I may or may not have a small crush on you. I'm sure we could go on a few dates to figure out how I feel. You're already acting much kinder than usual." You smile up at him. He just stares. You're so… so stunning…

"May I kiss you?" He asks. You blink in surprise at the request before chuckling. You sit up and turn towards him fully. He watches you for what your next move is going to be.

You rest your palm on his cheek, and his breath hitches. He's cold, but you don't pay much attention. Your eyes trace his face, starting from his hairline and eventually ending on his lips. He holds his breath in anticipation. You lean forward and gently connect your lips, both of you closing your eyes. Dark turns towards you, setting a hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him.

He hadn't kissed anyone in God knows how long. He didn't remember how nice it felt. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a groan and a whine, but either way it made you smile. You pull away from him and he chases after your lips. You smile as he blinks rapidly, not fully understanding what's happening.

"Does this count as a first date?" You ask. He manages a small smirk.

"If you want it to be."

"We're moving a bit fast, then."

"Good." He interlocks your hands. "Fast… fast is good… fast lets us make more memories…" he strokes his thumb over your hand. You smile.

"Yeah… fast is good."

this one suuuuucks I finished it at like 11 pm

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