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cat3ch1sm · 1 year

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i am single-handedly running the L agenda (jkjk)

with that being said lemme scoot in here and request something that actually came to me in a dream (giving prophecy). this is literally the second time it has happened to me

i just love the idea of the task force continuously embarrassing themselves in front of snarky girlfriend. like these are grown men with many years of investigation under their belt and they get destroyed by someone in their young 20s lyke

that’s how specific the dream was for me. literally no more details 😔

but i trust you bestie.

also so i don’t spam your inbox i am also requesting on the side a lil f*ngering moment if you will. L’s fingers in the manga really speak to me on a personal level 😏

hello, my favorite follower<33 missed u in my inbox. reporting for duty to carry out the L agenda 🫡

for this writing, i pulled that one l, light, and misa date from the anime and put my own spin on it- featuring Y/N as well. i tried my best to directly quote the anime, idk how well i did tho😭 but it’s the same idea, basically. hope you enjoy💚

ೄྀ࿐ fem!reader, nsfw ahead, f!ngering, light and l fight😭ˊˎ-

It was clear that the day was going to be weird when Aizawa, a respectable and work-oriented member of the task force, came into the headquarters with no pants on. Just white boxers decorated with red polka-dots.

Soichiro glanced absently in Aizawa’s direction upon hearing him come in, then did a double take, expression questioning. “Uh… Aizawa… did something happen?”

Matsuda had the same reaction as Soichiro. “Uh- where’d your pants go?”

Pants and belt slung around his arm, Aizawa trudged towards the other two men, looking exasperated. “Stupid security system wouldn’t let me in. In my opinion, Ryuzaki’s gone a little overboard with the security measures.”

“I’m fairly certain we’re past the point of overboard- this is the Kira investigation, after all,” Soichiro pointed out:

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Aizawa admitted, stopping in his tracks to hurriedly put his pants and belt back on before sitting in a chair between the two men. He searched around the room curiously, noticing an absent presence. “Hey- where’d Ryuzaki and everyone else go?”

Matsuda gestured to the screen displayed in front of them. “Oh- Ryuzaki, Misa-Misa, Light, and Y/N are on a date upstairs.”

Aizawa let out a groan. “For God’s sake, Matsuda, will you stop it with this Misa-Misa crap?”

Matsuda offered a sheepish grin. “Ah- yeah, sure.”

“Man… this has got to be the lamest date I’ve ever been on,” Misa groaned beside you, arm propped up on the back of the sofa and her head resting in the palm of her hand.

“Oh, don’t mind us,” L offered, twirling a fork around in his mouth. “Just act like we’re not even here.”

Misa frowned, crossing her arms. “This could have been a cute double date- with me and Light and you and Y/N- even if you guys are super stalker-y. But Light’s sitting over there with L handcuffed to him while I’m stuck over here with Y/N. It’s like this totally fucked-up double date where L is dating Light and I’m with Y/N.” Misa glared at you, and it took everything in you to keep your expression stoic in return. “By the way, I don’t swing that way, so, like, if that’s what you were thinking-“

“Misa, shut up,” you cut her off harshly, gaze as stony as ever. Then you addressed both Misa and Light. “Listen, we get you’re uncomfortable, but you both understand the circumstances we’re in right now,” you told Misa sternly, also sending a look in Light’s direction. “This is only necessary.”

“Yeah, Misa, it’s probably best we not protest it,” Light agreed, gesturing towards you. “Obviously, we both know we aren’t Kira, but given the evidence, it’ll be difficult to change L’s mind about that fact.”

“Ugh, do we have to talk about that boring crap? Light, all we ever do is talk about Kira, Kira, Kira. Why can’t we talk about normal boyfriend and girlfriend stuff?” Misa whined petulantly, and despite the fact that this “date” had just started, you already found yourself wanting to absolutely deck Amane.

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, that’s all there is to talk about,” Light countered, sounding a little agitated. “Neither of us go to school anymore, and I’m very literally handcuffed to L.” He lifted his hand to indicate the chains around his wrist, raising an absent L’s hand in the air as well.

L was obviously thinking about other things, his dark eyes fixated on the slice of cake, adorned with a small red strawberry, sitting on the coffee table. “Are you going to eat that cake, Amane?” L inquired, pointing at the slice with his fork.

Misa glanced at the pastry disdainfully before rolling her eyes to the ceiling again. “No. Cake makes you fat. I’m not gonna eat it.”

“Well, I find that you don’t gain any weight as long as you burn it off with brainpower.”

Misa bristled. “Huh? So now you call me stupid?”

L shrugged and started to reach for the plate, but then a light appeared in Misa’s eyes and she leaned over and snatched the plate last minute. “Hold on. You can have the cake if you-“ Misa glared at you from the corner of her eye- “and Y/N promise to leave me and Light alone.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Even if we did do that, we’d still be watching on surveillance cameras.”

Misa whirled around to face you, cheeks red with fury and pink lips in a pout. “Well- then we’ll turn all the lights off and get under the bed covers! Right, Light?”

Light made a face. “Misa…”

“Infrared cameras exist, you know,” L replied vacantly, still focused on the cake.

Misa recoiled, sticking her tongue out as if she was a toddler. “Ewwww! You pervert! Will you just stop it with your creepy hobby?”

“You can call me whatever you like. Last chance for cake,” L announced, standing up and scooping the plate off of the table. Misa hmphed and turned her nose up.

There was silence for a little while- Misa fuming while L started on his cake, you and Light simply silent. But then Light spoke up, turning to look at L with a confused expression on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Light queried, tone a little bit accusing and making your focus shift to him instantly. “I thought moving here was supposed to help us to catch Kira. But since we’ve been here, you don’t seem all that motivated to me.”

L paused for a moment, swallowing a bite of cake and setting his fork down. “Hm. Not motivated…” He trailed off, in thought, before facing Light and replying, “You’re right- actually, I’m depressed.”

You almost flinched. With your status as L’s partner, you’d obviously noticed the shift in L’s overall mood, and you two had already had a very similar conversation to the one you believed L and Light were about to have. However- you knew for a fact that Light was bound to react a lot worse than you did.

Light, meanwhile, pressed on. “Depressed? What for?”

L dragged the fork along his teeth before glancing up at the ceiling and answering. “Well, he began dubiously, “briefly all this time I thought you were Kira, and my entire case hinged on that fact.” He sighed. “I guess I just can’t get pass the fact that my deduction was wrong. Although having said that, I’m still suspicious of you. That’s why we’re wearing these.” L lifted his arm that was attached to Light’s, making the handcuffs jingle. “And we also know that Kira can control people’s actions. Which means… it’s highly likely that Kira was controlling your actions so that I would suspect you. If I assume both you and Misa were being controlled by him, then everything we’ve observed so far makes a lot more sense to me.”

“So… if what you’re thinking is correct, that means Misa and I were Kira at one point, right?”

L glanced at Light sideways. “Yes. I don’t think we could have been wrong about that. The two of you are Kira.”

Both Light and Misa frowned, Misa pouting in a stubborn expression, but much to your relief, remaining silent.

L continued his monologue, although you could tell he was talking more to himself than to Light at this point. “If what I was thinking was correct, when your confinement began you were Kira. I don’t believe it’s coincidence that as soon as you were imprisoned, all the killings stopped. Until then, everything pointed to you being Kira. But after two weeks… criminals actually began dying again. Based on that evidence, I can only conclude that Kira’s power passes between people.”

Light’s expression softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting idea. But if it’s true,” he noted with a frown, “it’ll be nearly impossible for us to catch Kira.”

L nodded as well, staring straight ahead. “Yes. That’s why I’m overwhelmed. Even if we catch someone under his control, they are likely to lose their powers and any memory of their crimes. So in the end, pursuing them becomes futile.”

Light was quiet for a little bit. “But… at this point we have no way of knowing if that’s the case,” he offered halfheartedly. “So cheer up, would you?”

L? Cheer up? You almost couldn’t stifle your laugh.

L seemed surprised by this for a second, but shook his head slowly. “Cheer up? No. I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s probably better if I just stop trying so hard. By chasing Kira so desperately, we’re just putting our lives at risk for nothing.” Again, he twirled the fork around in his mouth, gaze directed at his feet. “Yes…it’s just a waste of time.”

There was more silence- but this time, you felt how tense it was rather than thoughtful, and you suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Then, Light: “Ryuzaki…”

“Hm?”

Your head snapped towards Light a split second too late. The next thing you heard was the sound of Light’s fist meeting L’s face- hard, and suddenly the two of them were flying- L backward and Light forward, unwillingly pulled along by the handcuffs that joined the two. Ryuzaki knocked into the table just before hitting the ground, and it flipped over, sending L’s unfinished slice of cake to the floor.

You and Misa both got to your feet abruptly, and you could hear Misa’s whimpers of disgust as she accidentally stepped in the smushed cake. Misa, however, was far from your concerns. “What the hell?” you demanded, eyes furiously darting from L on the ground to Light, bent over and breathing hard. “Light, what do you think you’re doing?!”

Light whirled around to face you. “What? You can’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing!” Then he turned back to glare daggers at L, whose eyes were wide with surprise and his hand cradling his cheek where Light had punched him. “That’s enough! You don’t feel like doing anything just because your genius deduction was wrong and I’m not Kira?!”

L stared up at Light, the look in his eyes unreadable. “Hm… perhaps I phrased that the wrong way. I meant that it would be pointless for us to make a move, so why even bother…”

Your face twisted with annoyance. Good grief. Couldn’t L see he was just adding fuel to the fire? Half the time you didn’t know if he was genuinely unaware of his actions or just doing it on purpose.

“Man, I didn’t think this date could possibly get any worse…” Misa whined from behind you, now wearing one sock because of the cakey mess on the other one.

“Misa, be quiet, for Christ’s sake,” you snapped, and Misa recoiled before eventually shutting up, plopping herself down on the couch and putting on a petulant pout. “You two- stop being ridiculous and get off the floor. Can’t you see this isn’t helping anything?”

L peered at you from behind Light’s angry form. “You know, Y/N is really right…”

“Don’t change the subject,” Light snapped. “If we don’t chase Kira, he’ll never be caught. Is that what you want? If you’re just gonna give up, then why did you involve all those innocent people? More importantly, what was the point of putting Misa and me behind bars?”

L mulled over this for a moment. “I understand. But still, whatever the reason…”

You knew exactly what was coming next when L slowly climbed off the ground, a dark twinkle in his eye. And he struck Light back, fist buried in his eye and eliciting a pained grunt from the student.

“An eye for an eye, my friend.”

Again, the two men flew- but now it was Light’s turn to fly backward and L forward, the handcuffs holding fast. They both hit the floor with a massive thud, and you knew without a doubt that the task force downstairs could hear you all now.

Why aren’t those idiots doing anything?

Misa let out another dismayed cry, and you finally decided you had to intervene. Before either one of them could land another blow, you got in between the two, preventing them from reaching each other.

“Are you both insane?” you snarled, giving both of them equally vaporizing glares. “What the hell are you fighting like some schoolyard children for? Can’t you see how idiotic the both of you look? Blindly swinging instead of effectively talking about this?”

The pair paused, seemingly taking your words into account, but stares still fixed intently on each other, and you knew they both were aching to swing again.

Finally, L spoke up, but it was directed at Light. “It’s not my deduction that was wrong,” he panted, eyes burning into Light’s. “The fact is, I can say that Light Yagami is Kira and Misa Amane is the second Kira. But it won’t be enough to solve the case. And that’s why I’m a little depressed. Is that so unreasonable?”

Light wasted no time retorting, “Yes. Yes, it is. Besides, you said it yourself. It is as if you won’t be satisfied unless I am Kira.”

L considered this, briefly averting his gaze from him. “Hmm…I won’t be satisfied unless you’re Kira.” Another lapse into silence. “Well… there may be some truth to that. In fact, now that you mention it… you’re right.” Now L’s stare were more piercing than ever. “I think I wanted you to be Kira.”

Before you could even blink, Light’s fist had slammed into L’s eye, but the detective seemed unfazed this time.

“As I said before, an eye for an eye,” he rasped. “I’m a lot stronger than I look, you know.” And he raised his fist to return the blow.

But now you’d had enough of watching these two grown men brawling like middle school kids. They’d ignored your previous words and warnings, but they would soon learn that that was a mistake.

So, as the two went flying into the wall yet again, you darted in between them at a speed you didn’t realize you were capable of, took hold of the handcuff chain, and just when Light moved to hit L again, you yanked as hard as you could on the cold metal chain. The combined force of your hand and the growing strain on the chain from Light and L jerking it around made it snap right in two, sending the detective and scholar positively soaring in opposite directions. Misa let out a shriek and rushed to Light’s side as he slammed into the floor with a very painful-sounding thump, but you didn’t move to help L when he barreled into the wall for what had to be the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

When the chaos finally settled, both men were still on the ground, wincing from their collective injuries and struggling to get up. One of the legs on the table that Light had rammed into was actually beginning to splinter, and the cake L had dropped earlier had made a big mess on the carpet what with Misa stepping on it and trailing it across the carpet. The wall L was flopped over against had a gaping hole where L’s head had hit, the cracks spreading from behind L’s hair like some twisted spider. And finally, there was you, standing exactly where you’d been standing with the severed chain dangling from your closed hand, staring at the metal like you yourself couldn’t believe what had just happened.

It was totally silent for at least five minutes straight. Nobody moved, taking in all that had just occurred and the damage in the room. But the awestruck silence was disrupted when the phone, which had slid off of the table near the spot where L was sprawled out now, rang.

At first, nobody moved to answer it. But when it kept ringing, L at last picked it up, holding it between his index finger and thumb like always.

“Hello?”

The voice from the phone was unclear from where you were, but you could tell it was Matsuda.

“Ryuzaki, I’ve got great news!” he chirped, his overly enthusiastic voice making you cringe slightly. “Misa-misa’s number one in “Eighteen" magazine’s reader popularity poll!”

Matsuda was usually too invested in totally useless things at totally inappropriate times, but this time you could see right through him. He’d heard the chaos going on upstairs and had wanted to try and de-escalate the situation, so here he was with this stupid stuff.

To yourself, you muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

L blinked at you and then blinked at the phone. “Ah. I see.”

“And get this- she’s gonna get a lead role in Nishinaka’s next movie!”

Light’s head popped over the toppled table, face bruised. “What was that?”

L promptly dropped the phone to the ground . “Matsuda’s acting stupid again.”

Light chuckled dryly. “Well… that is his specialty.”

Yet another moment of silence. Then, a tiny voice from the phone L hadn’t hung up properly: “I can hear you, you know.”

It had been several hours since the earlier incident, everyone from the task force having gone home and Misa sleeping in her hotel room. You and L were the only ones still awake, perched beside each other on the desk in front of the monitors; the normally bustling center of operations was now quiet and dark. Since you’d broken the handcuffs earlier and L had yet to replace them, you got to be alone with him for the first time in a while.

“You know,” L spoke up, breaking the calm silence, “I wasn’t expecting you to jump into me and Light’s brawl like that earlier.”

You gave L a look. “How could I not? You were both embarrassing yourselves. That was completely senseless behavior. I wasn’t expecting you to indulge Light’s impulsivity.”

L cocked his head at you a little questioningly. “You sound pretty ticked off.”

You blinked, realizing that he was right, and let out a long exhale. When you spoke again, your tone was softer, but your words were still harsh. “Being around Misa all day irritates me, anyway. You both acting like idiots didn’t really help my mood. And now we’ve got a busted-up hotel room with a hole in the wall and the broken table.”

L considered this, then nodded slowly. “Yes. That hurt, by the way.”

You let out a wry chuckle. “I bet.”

Neither of you spoke again for a little while- but you still felt L place his hand on your thigh.

“What are you doing?”

L’s eyes lifted to meet yours. “I figured you’d want to unwind a little. Is that alright?”

You paused for a moment. “Yes,” you replied airily, squirming just a little bit with your legs swinging from the table.

Nodding to himself, L moved his hand up your thigh, opting not to indulge in foreplay and teasing. Brazenly, he flipped up the lacy hem of the slip you’d put on to go to bed, and you felt a shiver go down your spine when his hand made direct contact with your skin. Carefully, he reached for your panties and tugged them out of his way before dipping two slender fingers in your rapidly dampening entrance, making your back arch slightly.

You bit your lower lip to stifle any sounds lest you two alert Watari, making the only audible noise in the room the wet sounds of L gently moving his fingers back and forth, slightly curled and brushing against your sweet spot. Despite your efforts to silence yourself, as he slowly picked up the pace and you neared your climax, a few breathy moans escaped your lips anyway, and you could feel the familiar heat building in your lower body and spreading across your face.

You allowed yourself a broken gasp when you came, a small amount of thin, sticky liquid flooding from your dripping hole and coating L’s fingers. His fingers slowed inside you, helping you make the most of your orgasm, and when you’d finally come down from your high he gingerly withdrew his fingers and watched the wetness pool beneath your slip and dampen your underwear. Then he promptly popped his index and middle fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and licking your taste from his skin.

After a minute or two L turned to look at you again. “Well, you look like you feel better.”

You instinctively dropped your eyes, uselessly fighting the color spreading across your cheeks. “I guess I do…”

L’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, his expression betraying nothing. “No matter how many times we do this, you’re always so flustered after you finish…”

You groaned and dropped your face into your hands, and L laughed.

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pedropascal-y · 1 year

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Look Away From Me - Joel Miller x Reader

joel miller x f!reader

MDNI, 18+, ageless/empty/under 18 blogs will be blocked.

word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Domestic abuse, mentions of domestic abuse, cussing, violence (typical TLOU stuff), age gap (26 to Joel's 56), ‘cheating’, please lmk if I missed any.

While there is no smut in the first couple of chapters, there will be eventually, and thus the 18+ requirement

Summary: In Jackson, WY, you are one of the teachers in the community. You are quite young which means Ellie takes a liking to you and she’s not the only one.

a/n: please share your thoughts! I’m not new to fanfiction writing but it HAS been a while. I am a massive Joel Miller girl. I will try my hardest to avoid ‘y/n’ but it may happen occasionally. You do have a nickname, Sunny, that your father gave you before he passed.

(i made the mdni & arrows picture, credit me if u use it.)

Index:

Chapter 1 - Fruits of Labor - 04/13/2023

Chapter 2 - X - Coming Soon

Wyoming summers are unbearably hot, at least this one was. I pulled my desk drawer open and set my planner and journal inside. He would never let me have something private, so I kept my journal locked in my work desk. “I haven’t patrolled something in a while and Jackson is so large,” Ellie said, drawing on a piece of loose paper. The other students have grouped off to chat while they finish up their assignments for the day.

“You’ve got this, Ellie, you’re stronger than the majority of the kids here.” I smiled at her, watching her try to hide her blush. Ellie preferred to sit next to my desk and talk to me, rather than the other kids. She was more grown than the others which broke my heart. At fourteen, she lived through more than some of the adults in the community. Besides, unspoken social rules went out the window the moment the world ended. Being friends with a fourteen-year-old was the least problematic thing I could do. Dina placed her paper on my desk and smiled at Ellie.

“Are you coming to the summer party this week, Sunny?” Dina asked me and looked back at her friends.

“When have I ever missed it, Dina?” I smiled at her, grabbing the paper from the corner of my desk and sliding it into the basket, “Ellie, you and Joel should come! The community hasn’t seen much of you two.”

She dropped her pencil and brushed her loose hair from her face. “I’ll see if I can get the old man to get out of the house.” Ellie grabbed my calendar and looked for the party. Since I’ve no clue what day it is exactly or what month for that matter, I’ve made a calendar specifically used for keeping track of schooling for the kids. The community picked up on using it because their kids spread it around.

The classroom fell silent as I stood from my chair and dismissed them for the day. I tightened the braid in my hair and grabbed my apron from the shelf beside me. The sun was shining brightly, the heat was radiating and everyone was wearing as few clothes as possible. The farm was a decent walk from the building they designated as my schoolhouse. I wasn’t one to complain, I loved being in nature. Whenever people were needed for runs, I volunteered to go. There was nothing like a Wyoming forest, the scenery of the hills and mountains was breathtaking, even the thirtieth time around.

“Hey there, Sunny,” Judith waved to me before bending back down to tend the carrots. I waved back quickly before pulling my apron on. My dress was a pale yellow with small daisies on it. I wasn’t worried about dirt getting on it but if I could minimize the amount of dirt, I was going to. Ellie made eye contact with me as I picked up the small basket for weeds I pulled. She waved and continued walking with Hayden, the teenager who was also assigned to patrol duty. He was interested in her and it was obvious to everyone who ever looked their way. Ellie? Ellie is a, and I am quoting her here, “hardcore lesbian.” I kneeled down in the dirt and started tugging away the weeds around the strawberry bushes. I sank my hands under the freshly turned dirt and took a deep breath. The sun shone on my face and warmed me both inside and out. Ellie stood at the gate of the patch and watched me. “Sunny?” She called out.

“Yes?” I answered.

“Why haven’t you gone home yet?”

“I like being in nature and they don’t care that I help them out.” I shrugged, gently pouring some water onto the leaves of the strawberry bush. Ellie waved Hayden off and opened the gate. She knelt down beside me and pulled a strawberry from the bush. “At least help me pull weeds if you’re going to steal produce, Ells.” I laughed and nudged her. She laughed and tugged on a small weed near the bush she stole from.

Ellie and I stood up from the ground and high-fived each other for our work. “Ellie?” Someone called out for her. We turned around and I locked eyes with Joel.

“Hey, old man!” She yelled to him. Ellie watched as Joel locked eyes with me, “This is Sunny, my teacher and part-time gardener.”

“Sunny isn’t actually my name, my dad gave me that nickname.” I smiled and brushed the dirt from my apron and dress.

“It’s a good nickname,” Joel said, his eyes still locked on me.

“Ew, stop staring, Joel!” Ellie exclaimed and left the gated farm patch.

“I wasn’t staring, let’s go get dinner.” He groaned and waved goodbye.

They continued to bicker with one another as they walked toward the canteen. Judith had left the farm not too long ago leaving me alone to put the supplies away. I tuck the emptied basket into the shelf I retrieved it from and pull my apron off. The walk to my house was quiet, the majority of the population was headed to the canteen or eating in their own homes.

“Ace?” I called out as I opened the door. Snickersnee rubbed his face on my leg, meowing softly as I shut the door. “Is your daddy not home yet?” I asked my cat. He chirped at me in response. I pressed a soft kiss to Snickersnee’s head. He was probably still working. The house was quiet and still, not even Snic made a sound. It felt uncomfortable to have a quiet home, as a child before the outbreak my house was never quiet. It was always filled with life and music. My dad made sure of it.

I climbed the stairs and flicked the bathroom light on. I had some dirt smeared onto my face and my hair was half in a braid and the other half a mess. My face was red and sweaty from working so hard. I pulled the towel off the wall and put some of it in cold water. My dress was clean for the most part which was a win on my part. I wiped my face down and relished in the cool fabric cleansing my face. Snickersnee was sat on top of the toilet seat, quietly watching me. I tossed the towel into the hamper and let my hair out. My brush ran through my hair smoothly until I reached the ends of it. Snic hopped onto the counter and rubbed against me. He pressed his forehead to mine and began purring. I pulled my hair into a half-up half-down hairstyle and left for the canteen.

“Sunny! Come sit with us!” Ellie yelled to me as I entered the building. I nodded and headed to the food line. Today’s menu was chicken parmesan, we had more than enough chickens to spare. I piled my plate on and grabbed water before making my way to the table Ellie and Joel were seated at. “Your hair looks good,” Ellie said as I sat down across from her. Joel was on my left, quietly finishing his dinner. “Joel,” She nudged him, and he grunted, “Tell her she looks pretty.”

He looked at me for the first time since I entered the building and I smiled at him. Joel took a moment and nodded, “Pretty.” Ellie rolled her eyes and mouthed an apology. It made me laugh. Although they weren’t blood-related, those two were family. Father and daughter without a single doubt in my mind. The canteen was loud and busy, a signal that today was a good day of work for everyone. Tommy and Maria loved when the canteen was full and lively. It reminded them of all the work that goes into the place. Maria and Tommy walked in with their daughter, Zarah. An infant, she was born two weeks ago and they were on top of the world. The older women surrounded them immediately, desperate to hold the baby. It made me smile, and the community was so willing to help new parents. Bittersweet is how I would describe it. I always wanted children but not with my husband. I don’t want to bring children into our relationship. Ace has been pushing the narrative that he and I have been trying for a baby but we use every precaution possible and we haven't had sex in the past 4 weeks. For that, I am thankful if not concerned. Why would my husband not want to have sex with me? I guess the only time he wants his hands on me is when he’s beating me.

“Alright, well, I’m all done,” I cleared my throat and looked at Ellie, “Wanna help me do dishes for the kitchen crew?”

“Hell yeah.” She exclaimed. I wouldn’t have expected her to be excited about cleaning dishes but she and I were close and loved spending time together. I took Joel’s empty plate from him and placed a hand on his shoulder before heading to the kitchen.

“Joel,” Ellie nudged me, “Tell her she’s pretty.”

I rolled my eyes before looking up at Sunny. Her hair was nicer than when she was knees in the dirt and she was freshened up. Clean. She was gorgeous. I cleared my throat and muttered, “Pretty.” Such a weak word to describe how she looked. Ellie knew it and mouthed an apology she thought I didn’t see. I kept shoveling my food into my mouth. My back had been killing me all day and I was starving. Tommy made me miss breakfast today because he needed a crew to help lug the bodies of raiders to the river's edge.

“Alright, well, I’m all done. Wanna help me do the dishes for the kitchen crew?” She asked Ellie. Ellie agreed quickly and snatched her plate up. Sunny grabbed my plate, placed a hand on my shoulder, and tapped before heading to the sink to wash dishes. Tommy sat down in Sunny’s seat with Zarah. Maria was grabbing herself some food. “She’s married, Joel.” He spoke first, wiggling his finger for Zarah. He had named her after Sarah, he had brought the idea to me a day or two before Maria gave birth. Ellie helped me come to agree with it, my niece is beautiful, with the deepest brown eyes and chubbiest cheeks.

“Who?”

“Sunny.”

“Ah.”

“I see the way you look at her.”

“Got no clue what you’re talking about, Tom.”

“Oh fuck off. You’re my brother.”

“Watch your language.”

“She’s not even a month old. I can say what I want.”

My eyes drifted toward Ellie and her doing dishes. Sunny reached for an extra sponge from the shelf and her dress lifted up. Purple. Her upper thigh had a purple bruise on it and rage bubbled. Tommy was too distracted trying to get Zarah to laugh to notice my fist turning white. The idea of someone laying hands on a woman enraged me already but one as kind and beautiful as her? I wanted nothing more than to murder that son of a bitch she called her husband. “Who’s her husband?” I asked, trying my hardest to restrain the anger in my voice.

“Ace Hutchinson,” Tommy said.

“The doctor?” I asked him, looking away from Ellie and her.

“Yeah, so stay away from her.”

“I wasn’t the one who invited her to sit with me, that was Ellie.”

“Ok, whatever you say.”

I watched as Tommy went and sat at the table with his wife, leaving me alone. Ellie splashed Sunny and laughed loudly. It was nice seeing Ellie enjoy herself and break out of her shell. I was glad someone got to see what I get to see every day of my life.

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Family Pranks || Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom holland x youtuber!reader

Summary: (Request) You and Tom decide to prank his and your family and friends acting like he’s an ‘abusive’ boyfriend to get their reactions. You record it for your youtube video getting the best reactions ever.

A/N: Sorry If this triggers anyone, just know it’s all a joke and I know Tom is not abusive it’s just them filming a prank. Abuse shouldn’t be taken as a joke but I do see some people do this as a prank on youtube. Just know if this does happen to you physically or mentally, I’m here for you and there’s other people out there too. There are lots of people you can contact for help and please try get the help you need! love you all stay safe xx

“Hey guys, It’s y/n and i’m here with…” You say towards the camera looking to your right where your boyfriend, Tom is sitting.

“Tom, the best boyfriend ever” He smiles giving a small wave.

“Today we will be pranking our friends and family pretending we are in an argument where Tom will ‘hit’ me-“ You do air quotes in the air for ‘hit’ as he won’t actually hit you.

“I’m not actually going to hit her guys, I would never lay a hand on this pretty girl” Tom says, placing his hand on your thigh.

“This is only for entertainment purposes only, I promise you all Tom is an amazing boyfriend and he’s not abusive. It’s just a prank” You smile placing your hand on top of his.

“Yep, I mean who would want to hurt this cute face” Tom teases pinching your cheeks making you blush.

“Tommy! Anyways let’s get started, first we will prank Toms brother Harry, Sam and Paddy. We’re gonna have lots of cameras in the room so you can see.” You say before pausing the camera to go hide it in the room without the boys noticing.

This is what you do, youtube is your career. You’ve been a youtuber ever since you was seventeen and it’s going very well. Your actually a social influencer but recently you’ve been loving doing pranks on people, and your fans are enjoying it.

You finally set the camera up, Tom making sure the others were turned on. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, apologising for anything he may say. Tom was always like this, cute and caring. Even though he knew it would be a prank he felt bad.

“3,2,1….Tom! I told you he’s your best friend” You whisper yell to start the argument off the boys being in the other room. You both being in Toms old bedroom in his parents house.

“Y/n You was like fucking all over him!”

“I just gave him a hug like you do to Zendaya and all your other girls that are friends!”

“Are you fucking stupid?!” He raised his voice with a smile trying to let all his laughter out now.

“Stupid?! How am I stupid, your the one acting like a dick!” You hug him quick giving him a nod to carry on.

“I’m not being a dick if your the one who is most likely cheating on me and fucking my best friend!” He yelled, both of you hearing whispers, most likely the boys listening outside the door.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT! Tom I love you and you know that” You scoff still acting.

“Just admit it you most likely go around sleeping with other guys” Tom said louder.

“ALL I DID IS FUCKING HUG HIM TO SAY HI, IM NOT GONNA BE RUDE AND NOT SAY HELLO TO HIM” You scream letting tears poor with a smile to let him know your acting for the prank.

“DON’T YOU DARE SHOUT AT ME!” He said, him knowing how to act greatly.

“Your the one fucking shouting at me! Just fuck off Tom” You say.

“What did you just say!” Tom spoke with a harsh voice, whispering saying ‘i’m gonna do it’ as in he’s gonna ‘hit’ you.

“FUCK OF-Ahhh. TOM!” You scream in pain as Tom slap his hands together to make a sort of hitting noise. That’s when the door flung open, you holding your face that you purposely put makeup on to make it look red like he had slapped you.

You hold your face crying acting afraid of Tom as his brothers came charging in, seeing Tom towering over you and you holding your cheek, sobbing.

“What the fuck man!” Harry shouted shoving Tom away from you, Sam and Paddy going to see if your okay.

“HARRY STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS!” Tom barked at his brother.

“Did you just fucking hit her!” Sam saw your now red face as you hid in Paddy’s shoulder. He walked up to Tom pining him against the wall.

“Y/n did he hurt you?” Paddy asked as you nod crying more.

“What the fuck Tom! You need to calm THE FUCK DOWN NOW!” Sam shouted pushing Tom more into the wall.

“Are you crazy! Snap out of it Tom! You just fucking hit her, your girlfriend. That’s fucking y/n right there and you slapped her!” Harry was pissed just as much as the others.

“And? You know what she did, she’s a fucking slut! I’ll fucking hit her again if I wanted to” Tom growled acting as if he was gonna pounce at you again.

“You ain’t gonna touch her ever again, Thomas. You know not to hit women, especially y/n. How the fuck could you!” Paddy held you closer as you cried trying to watch the boys hold Tom, trying not to laugh.

“I can’t believe you, Paddy take y/n out. I’m so sorry y/n, Tom clearly has lost his mind. I promise he won’t hurt you again.” Sam walked over to you as Harry held Tom back. He pulled you in for a big hug.

That’s when Tom moved out of Harry’s grip running over to you. You saw this realising he wanted to tell them. “TOM!” Harry yelled as he pushed Sam on to the bed grabbing you.

“Want me to hit you again?” Tom said but this time with a smile paddy and the others giving a confused expression.

“Yes” You fall into laughter, hugging your boyfriend as he kissed your head.

“What?” Sam said.

“It was a prank, come on you really think I would hurt her” Tom asked his silly brothers, they all scoff.

“Fuck you both” Paddy said walking out the room, annoyed.

“You idiots, you had me scared” Harry punched Toms arm. “Still If you ever hurt her, i’ll kill you” Harry said walking out the room.

“Sorry Sam” You hug him as he was mad at you both for making him believe his brother had hit you. “I’m gonna get you back” He groaned, you and Tom both laughing.

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Next was your mum and your brother. Tom and you arrived at your old childhood home, not doing the prank straight away to make it not seem bait. You waited a few hours before arguing to bring back their attention, which worked.

“Ahhh!” You scream out in ‘pain’ as Tom ‘hits’ you in the face. You had filmed this in the living room, whilst your brother and your mum was just in the kitchen.

“Did you just hit my daughter?!” Your mum came into the room looking at her crying daughter, pointing a finger in his face. To say Tom was scared was an understatement. Your mum looked scary.

“Yes I did she fucking deserved i-“ Before he could finish your mum had slapped him hard in the face, taking you both by surprise.

“Huh?! Do you like it! You think it’s okay to hit my baby? Tom I thought fucking better than you to hurt her” Your mum screamed as Tom held his now red cheek, you were about to say it was a prank until another angry voice came into the room.

“You fucking bastard!” Your brother, Charlie, went to hit Tom, pushing him onto the sofa.

“Hey! Hey! Stop. Charlie it’s a prank! Get off him, it’s a joke” You panicked as your brother looked down to your boyfriend who had a feared expression and then to you who was now laughing.

“fucking hell! You dickheads” He pushes Tom hard into the sofa.

“It was a joke, you really didn’t hit her?” Your mums expression changed into a softer one.

“No I didn’t hit her, I would never ever lay a hand on your daughter.” Tom said standing up to give your mum a hug which she returned back, holding Toms face in her hands. “I’m so sorry for slapping you” she apologised.

“Wow mum, powerful slap. Your cheek is all red” You giggle hugging them both as you look at Toms face. “I never wanted to do this prank it was all her idea” Tom said making your mother glare at you.

“We only have one prank left to do!” You say excited.

“Wait what?!”

“Your friends silly” you say.

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“Let me see your phone” Tom said quietly as your legs laid on his lap. His best friends Harrison and Tuwaine were sitting not to far from you both as you started the small little argument.

“Why? Im literally on it” You smile.

“let me see it, your all smily someone is clearly messaging you” He snapped a little making the boys both turn there heads to you both, leaving it for now.

“No one is messaging me Tommy, I’m just going through instagram see” You flash your phone to him, taking it back quickly. “No, Tom you clearly don’t trust me if you want to go through my phone” You say taking your legs off him acting mad.

“Y/n just show him” Harrison said thinking you were both messing about.

“Why should I give him my phone?” You ask.

“Just save yourself an argument and let him see if you have nothing to hid” Tuwaine says backing Harrison up.

“Ugh fine, take the fucking phone” You throw your phone to Tom with attitude.

“Don’t start acting like a bitch just because I wanna know if your cheating and being a whore” Tom pretends to scroll through your phone.

“Oii, no Tom you can’t say that” Harrison says pausing the game they were playing.

“What? It’s what she is, no?” Tom laughs.

“You can’t call her a bitch or a whore. That’s not right” Tuwaine says turning to you as a tear fell but you wipe it so he could see.

“Then why is she liking other mens post then” Tom snaps at his friends trying to act mad.

“You like other girls posts, plus that’s my brothers friends post. I’m not gonna, not like it. Give my phone back your being annoying” You try snatch your phone back but he moves it so you can’t get it. “Tom just give it the fuck back-“ You raise your voice snatching your phone back.

“So you are whoring around?”

“Tom!” Harrison and Tuwaine both shout.

“Just shut the fuck up, I love you and only you” You say placing your phone on the side.

“Don’t speak to me like that” He snapped.

“Fuck off Tom- I don’t know why you’ve been like this all day.”

“Like what!”

“Your being a dickhead, just fucking shut u-“ You say as Tom claps his hands together by the side of your face, the two idiots falling for it as they ran to pull Tom away whilst you cry out in pain.

“what the fuck Tom!” Harrison shouts as Tuwaine comforts you by kissing you on the head and rocking you back and forth.

“Your a fucking bitch! I promise that’s not the last one your getting today!” Tom yells trying to pull away from Haz.

“Are you fucking crazy, mate! Did you seriously hit your girl? Do you normally do this! Y/n has this happen before” Harrison asked confused but angry at his best friends actions.

“Y-yeah” You croak out.

“So what I hit her here and there, she fucking deserves it.” Tom growls.

“Get out” Harrison said, making Tom look at him like ‘what’. “GET THE FUCK OUT, THOMAS” He pushes his best friend to the door.

“No” He says.

“Get the fuck out, i don’t wanna do something i’ll regret” Harrison warns him.

“Let me just get my things” Tom barges past Haz harshly, walking over to grab his phone. Making eye contact with you. He couldn’t keep it in anymore as you both blast out in laughter.

“There’s a fucking camera” Tuwaine groans finally finding the cameras in the room around you all. He lets go off you going to sit back down where he was before.

“Fuck you both” Harrison says. “Actually both of you out of my house, out” He says calming down.

“I love you” Tom says. “ I love you too baby” You say back kissing him on the lips.

“Very funny prank” Harrison claps sarcastically.

“We’re getting you back y/l/n and you Holland” Tuwaine promises.

I don’t like this, I need more requests.

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give-seconds · 1 year

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A Husband and His (Ex) Best Friend

Paring: Johnny x female reader, past Jaehyun x reader

Summary: With all the planning for your wedding coming up, everything feels like it is going right. Soon, you and Johnny will be happily married and all that is left to do is to wait. But what happens when Jaehyun shows up out of the blue?

Warnings: mentions of cheating, none others that I can think of but let me know

Word count (part one): a little under 6K

Thanks to @pastelsicheng for reading the first quarter of this a billion years ago. Other than that quarter this is not proofread so let me know about any errors!!

“I like you and all, but I don’t know if I want you that close to me.”

“Where else am I supposed to sit if not next to you?”

“I don’t know. Not my problem.”

“Well, you better get used to me sitting close to you because I plan to stick around for a while.”

Johnny sighs, leaning back against the sofa. “Why do we have to do this again? Why can’t we just let them all fight for their seats?”

You laugh, turning your head dramatically to look at him. “Maybe because we decided this wedding was going to be ‘the fanciest wedding any of those suckers have ever been to.’”

“I don’t know who said that, but you really shouldn’t listen to whatever advice you hear. You can’t live your life so codependent all the time.”

You smack his arm, earning a side glare in response. “Okay, first of all, I’m not the one who bought all those cards and spent a good hour writing everyone’s name in a fancy font. Second, I was quoting you, and you know it. Don’t try and play dumb with me, Suh.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, l/n.”

“Good.” You place your elbow on the table, resting your head on top of your hand as you pick the pen back up. “Now, where do you want Mark to sit?”

“At the kids’ table.”

“You’re useless,” you sigh, dropping your arm and turning your head to smile at him.

“Good thing I’m leaving to go get Yoonoh from the airport.”

“You jerk, you planned this, didn’t you? Because now I’m stuck here, trying to figure out where to put people so a fight doesn’t break out.”

He scoffs, pushing himself up. “Who is going to fight at our wedding?”

“You’re letting Mark bring Donghyuck. Intentional or not, I feel it in my bones that Hyuck will start a fight with someone.”

“Well, you have the bones of a seventy-year-old man, so excuse me for not trusting what your bones say,” he jokes, walking into the kitchen.

You laugh, leaning your head against your hand, staring at the paper with little drawn tables. “At least I’m not a six-foot giant.”

He laughs, opening the front door. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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“Hey, y/n, I’m sorry to do this to you, but I have to drop Yoonoh off at the house and then run over to help Mark with something.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” You set the pen down, putting your phone on speaker so you could stretch back over the couch. “Did you get the guest room set up?”

“Ah, you see, about that...”

“Johnny,” you laugh, bringing your body forward. You can imagine the smile on his face. “You were supposed to do that this morning.”

“And I was, but then I got a bit… distracted.”

“Is ‘distracted’ when you ordered a Dairy Queen cake at nine in the morning to prove to Deven that you could eat half an eight-inch by yourself?”

“Mayhaps.”

You laugh, pushing yourself up. The look on your brother’s face as he watched Johnny eat the last slice of cake that would mark half and stammering about how he didn’t understand how someone so fit could eat that much is something you’ll remember for a long time. “Don’t worry about it. How far out are you?”

“If my calculations are correct, he should be knocking on the door any minute now.”

“You jerk! You couldn’t have given me more of a heads up?”

“Oh, you’re fine. Make him help you. He’s always one to help a damsel in distress.”

You shake your head, walking to the front door to wait for Yoonoh's knock. “Are you trying to send your fiancée into the arms of another man?”

He chuckles, the sound making you smile. Four years of dating, and you still feel a sense of pride when you make him laugh.

“Oh, you know I am. I can finally be free.”

You gasp, and before you can respond, you hear a knock at the door. “Looks like it’s your lucky day. He’s here.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You laugh, softly saying a ‘bye’ before hanging up.

You open the door, a wide smile spread across your face, ready to meet Johnny’s best friend from Korea.

However, when you process the person in front of you, your smile drops.

“Oh, um,” he stammers nervously, blinking at you. He doesn’t say anything more he just looks at you. Breaking eye contact, he says, "I must have the wrong apartment. Do you happen to know where John Suh lives?"

You take a deep breath, opening the door wider to invite him in. “No, this is the right place.”

He doesn’t immediately walk in, again choosing to stare at you.

You sigh, dropping your hand from the door. “Close the door when you come in—I’m going to go make the guest bed.”

Not wanting to be around him anymore you quickly walk to the bathroom. Trying to push him out of your mind, you focus on putting yourself on autopilot as you grab two towels before heading to the guest room. Setting the towels on the bedside table, you grab the sheets from the closet.

“I can do this, y/n. You don’t need to worry about it.”

When did he come in? I didn’t even hear the door.

Keeping your back to him, you continue spreading the sheets over the bed. “You’re my guest, Jaehyun. Of course, I have to do it.”

Jaehyun. You haven’t thought about him in a while, but of course, the universe has other plans than for you to get married easily. Only, instead of a freak accident happening to your wedding cake, it comes in the shape of Jung Jaehyun.

Or Jung Yoonoh.

You hear him roll his suitcase to the far end of the room, dropping his backpack next to it. Without saying anything more, he helps you straighten the sheets.

After what feels like forever making his bed, you heave a sigh of relief.

“I’ll be in my room.” You had planned on adding the comment: “if you need anything, feel free to ask,” but frankly, the offer doesn’t apply to people like him.

Not wanting to hear his response, you turn and quickly walk towards the door, hoping to leave without any more conversation.

“Y/n,” he calls, stopping you before you can leave. “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to leave? I’ll make something up to tell Johnny.”

You sigh, turning around to face him. “Yes, Jaehyun, I want you to leave. But you’re one of his best friends. And I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, but I’m not going to let my feelings toward you ruin his relationship with you.”

You don’t know how well you’ll be able to follow through with that, but you’ll sure as hell try. It isn’t just your wedding, after all; Johnny is allowed to invite anyone he wants.

Even the man who broke your heart.

“Is that all you wanted to say? If so, I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Um yeah, go ahead. Just, I’m sorry to put you in this situation. I am.”

You turn around, nodding your head once before quickly rushing out the door.

Sitting on your bed, you feel your heart pound in your chest. Out of everyone Johnny could have befriended, he just had to go and pick my ex-boyfriend?

Falling back onto your bed, you sigh for what feels like the millionth time in the past twenty minutes.

You spent weeks crying over that man, hoping you’d never have to see him again. The embarrassment and pain of the situation caused you to hate not only him, but also yourself for months. Sure, you’re over him completely. By this time next weekend, you’ll be Mrs. y/n Suh. Nothing else could make you happier, but that didn’t mean seeing him doesn’t hurt; because it does— a lot.

Taking a deep breath, you push yourself up off the bed. Rushing out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror.

I can’t do this. I can’t lie to him. You prop your elbows on the counter, resting your head in your hands. I also can’t go and tell him his best friend is the “goose face of a man” I told him about.

The memory of Johnny calling Jaehyun a goose face after hearing about what he did to you stills the emotions bouncing around your head. It makes everything calmer. Nodding your head once at yourself in the mirror, you push yourself off the counter and go to turn on the water.

Johnny is worth it, you’ve decided; he’s worth the pain.

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When you hear the front door open you feel a pang of fear. You have to look your fiancé in the eyes and pretend his best friend doesn’t make you uncomfortable. What a great way to spend the few days before my wedding.

“Yoonoh, what are you doing?” you hear Johnny ask as you open the bedroom door, quietly walking down the hall to the kitchen.

“Oh,” you hear Jaehyun reply. “I thought I’d make dinner for you guys since you’re letting me stay here. My mom’s famous japchae.”

You stand in the doorway, watching the two talk in front of the stove, backs to you.

Johnny snorts, leaning his elbow on the counter. “Your mom isn’t the best cook, no offense to her, so you definitely pulled that off the Internet. Don’t try me, Jung Yoonoh. And also, doesn’t that sauce have honey in it? Y/n’s allergic to honey.”

Jaehyun flicks his eyes over to you, finally seeing you standing in the doorway. “She saw me taking out all the ingredients and told me about the honey.”

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, looking away from the pair. You don’t know why Jaehyun remembers your allergy, but the reminder that he used to be one of the most important people in your life is unwelcome.

Pushing the unsettling feeling away, you put on a brave smile and walk over to your fiancé. “So, what did Mark want?”

He smiles down at you. “Oh, nothing. The weirdo broke the coffee machine and needed help fixing it before dad found out. I can only imagine the complaints he would make if he received a bill from the hotel about a broken coffee maker.”

You scrunch your nose, ignoring the feeling of Jaehyun’s eyes on you. “He doesn’t even like coffee. How did he break it?”

Johnny shrugs. “It’s Mark, can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jarhyun mumbles, motioning to the stove. “But the noodles are done.”

You look at the noodles, realizing that he needs you to move to get to the sink behind you.

“You know what,” you say, stepping out of the way. “I’m going to go grade some papers. You guys stay here and catch up. Tell me when dinner’s done?”

“Oh, okay, are you sure? He actually lived in Connecticut for a few years. You both could reminisce about the good old days.”

Johnny’s smile is dazzling, and your heart melts at the innocent intention behind his words. He always makes an effort to include you in his conversations, even if it is just little hints like this.

You fight a cringe at the statement as your eyes look over to Jaehyun. You catch his eyes as he sets the pot in the sink, holding a strainer full of hot glass noodles. For a second, you find yourself wanting to scream at him. Yell about how unfair it was for him to leave without saying anything to you after three years of being together, how unfair it was that his then-best-friend had to shyly tell you he had been cheating on you for the past few months with some girl at his work. Mostly, though, you want to yell about how unfair it is for him to put you in this situation. That if he had just been a decent person in the first place, he wouldn’t be making a liar out of you.

Instead, you break your eye contact and smile as un-forcefully as you can. “It may not be a very big state, but it’s still a state, dear. I’m sure Yoonoh and I never went to the same places or anything.”

“I don’t know. I feel like the universe would have a hard time keeping two beautiful people away from each other.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Whatever you say. But really, I do have papers to grade. So I’ll see you both at dinner. Thank you again, Yoonoh.”

“What? Oh, yeah, no problem,” he replies awkwardly. Breaking whatever trance he was in and pouring the noodles into a mixing bowl.

With a final salute to Johnny, you turn and walk back to your bedroom.

Once safely behind closed doors, you shut your eyes and take a deep breath.

This is going to be hard.

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“So, y/n, I assume you’re a teacher?”

“Yeah, I teach fifth grade,” you respond, forcing yourself to briefly smile at him before returning your gaze to the plate below you.

It feels like you are losing by talking to him, especially telling him about something he knew was a dream.

The image of him picking you up after your shift at the daycare on Fridays before taking you to dinner at his house or a restaurant flashes through your mind, and you suppress a bitter chuckle.

“I don’t know how she does it,” Johnny comments, unaware of your inner battle. “I could never be a teacher. I have this vivid memory of my mom telling me to never be a teacher.”

You chuckle, bringing your eyes away from the food to look at him. “Probably because of that one time you yelled at Mark for not knowing the days of the week.”

“For one, I was like eight, and he was five. How was I supposed to know he could mix up the days of the week and not look stupid? Second, you need to stop having those lunches with my mom.” He turns to look at Jaehyun. “She used to have these lunches with my mom without me, and they would talk about me. Can you believe it?”

Jaehyun chuckles, eyes flicking to you before looking back to his best friend. The news doesn’t surprise him; his mom always loved you.

“Sorry man, sucks to be you.”

“You’re both useless,” he says dejectedly, dramatically stuffing some noodles into his mouth.

You shake your head, smiling at his childish actions.

“Oh hey,” Johnny starts, abandoning the previous topic. “You don’t have work tomorrow, right?”

“Seeing as it’s a weekend, you are correct.”

“Then would you mind taking Yoonoh around tomorrow? I bought tickets for us to go see the Statue of Liberty, but something came up at work.”

Frowning, you ignore the instinct that tells you to immediately disagree. “Are they overworking you? Do you need me to go in there and yell at some people?”

He tilts his head, smiling sweetly. “Not yet, but be ready when I call.”

Crossing your arms, you lean back in your chair, attempting to appear tough. “Don’t worry, babe. I got you.”

He scrunches his face as the word ‘babe’ leaves your mouth, chuckling. You smile at him, relaxing from your tough act to laugh with him.

“Am I missing something?” Jaehyun asks, smiling at Johnny.

“Oh, so for our first date, we went to a winery-“

“It took more than an hour to get there, by the way,” you interject, smiling as the story plays out in your head.

“Yeah, I had prepared different topics we could talk about in case we ran out of things to talk about. But anyway, we went on a winery tour, right? And this one couple-”

He cuts himself off, giggles erupting from the both of you.

He takes a deep breath, trying to suppress his laughter. “And this one couple was, like, fighting? They were walking behind us the entire time and would say stuff like: ‘babe, you don’t understand how hard it’s been cleaning the apartment all by myself’ or ‘babe, you never care about me and what I want to do.’”

“The response to which was: ‘if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have bought you your favorite brand of peanut butter.’”

Johnny’s laugh rings through your ears, and you hear Jaehyun quietly laugh across from you.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot about that,” Johnny wheezes, turning to face Jaehyun. “After that, they were silent for about three minutes before the complaints about something else in their relationship started back up. Anyways, skip to when we’re doing the wine tasting, and it turns out, y/n here doesn’t drink.”

Jaehyun laughs, turning his attention to you. “Really? You went to a winery for your first date?”

You smile, too caught up in the story to realize who you are talking to. “He was so excited! I couldn’t say no.”

“I already bought the tickets, and I knew she was too nice to say no, so it was a full-proof plan for at least one date.”

“Okay, okay, enough of that. Get to the good part,” you say, waving your hand to tell Johnny to continue.

“Oh, right, so they’re handing out the wine, and y/n has to say: ‘oh no, I don’t drink.’ And the guy pouring the wine is confused because, you know, who would come to a winery tour if you don’t drink? Anyway, once he poured my glass and moved on, I’m like: ‘why didn’t you tell me you don’t drink? We didn’t have to come.’ And y/n, being the kind person she is, said it didn’t matter and that it was still a fun time. But of course, me not knowing this fact didn’t go unnoticed by the couple, and the girl turns to the guy and says: ‘Babe, I’m so glad you know me and what I like; I don’t know what I would do without you.’”

A loud laugh escapes your mouth, and you quickly cover your mouth in surprise. “You should’ve seen Johnny’s face. He felt so bad.”

“I thought I blew it with you! Of course, I was sad,” he laughs. “And all you did was laugh in my face.”

“I couldn’t help it!” you exclaim. “There you were, a six-foot man, looking sadly down at his wine because of a comment from the ‘babe couple.’ In my prior year of knowing you, I had never seen that look on your face.”

“But on the bright side, we didn’t have to worry about driving drunk.”

You hadn’t thought about that day or why you both use “babe” jokingly in a while. It had just been a thing you both laugh at with no explanation. It’s nice to relive your first date and the warm feeling you've felt for the man since.

“So, yeah,” you say, turning towards Jaehyun. You try to meet his eyes, but as soon as he meets yours, you find yourself looking anywhere but at him. “That’s why we only jokingly call each other ‘babe.’ It might not be as funny as we make it out to be, one of those you-had-to-be-there-moments.”

Jaehyun shakes his head, a small smile gracing his face. “No, I think it’s sweet. You have an inside joke with a fun story. It was nice to hear.”

You hate the sincerity in his voice, and when you look up, you see what you can only describe as love.

You know it isn’t love for you. Jaehyun has undoubtedly moved on; it’s love for his friend. That’s one thing you always admired about Jaehyun, how much he loves his friends.

You see that same quality in Johnny.

—

“You don’t have to take me,” Jaehyun says as you two walk toward the subway station.

“I told Johnny I would, so I am.”

Jaehyun nods his head, shifting his gaze away from you.

You were mad when Jaehyun left, and, unknown to you, that anger reappeared when you tried to have another relationship. Johnny helped you get over that anger. Now that he’s back, all that anger is coming back, and Johnny can’t help you. With Jaehyun sleeping in the room next to you, you have never felt so uncomfortable in your own home.

You had spent all night thinking about your situation. You love your fiancé—there is no doubt in your mind that he is the man you want to marry. Jaehyun just wasn’t supposed to come back, not when everything was going good.

“Where do I go to buy a ticket?” He asks, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Oh, I’ll swipe my card twice.” At the mention of a card you reach into your bag to grab your wallet.

Jaehyun laughs softly. “I just noticed. You’re carrying a purse now?”

You look down at the small purse hanging over your shoulder. “Yeah, I started doing it after I lost my card at the store. Johnny watched me stress for about ten minutes as I checked his car before the store gave me a call. After which, I made him drive me to the closest department store and bought this.”

He doesn’t respond, watching as you scan your card before moving out of the way for him to walk through first. You quickly scan your card again, immediately putting it back into your wallet as you walk through.

Like your allergy to honey, it bugs you that he remembers your unwillingness towards carrying a purse back in high school. Everyone around you, Jaehyun included, warned you that you would lose something one day. Now that you think of it, it had been one of Jaehyun’s favorite things to tease you about.

“You two make a good couple,” he says quietly, pulling you from your thoughts. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

You scoff at his words, seeing them as nothing but laughable. “Thanks, he’s an honest man.”

---

“We have five minutes before the ferry leaves. Do you want to stay here and look, or should we go wait at the doc?” You ask after having walked around the statue and answering all his questions.

“We can wait at the doc,” he responds, already turning to walk back. “If I’m being honest, I don’t get the excitement of tourist attractions.”

You nod your head in agreement, and as if to prove your point, a man accidentally bumps into you. “I worked here for a year, so the appeal is more than lost on me.”

“You worked here?”

You nod your head, standing on the tips of your toes to see if you can find a clear spot. Once you find one with fewer people, you lead him that way. “As you know, my mom is a German teacher, so I grew up speaking German. I took a job here as a tour guide. I met Johnny here.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, some of his relatives were visiting from Korea before going to his parents in Chicago. So, of course, they came here, and I was leading one of the tours around. But this boy from the Korean tour before me got separated from his parents. I obviously don’t know Korean, and he didn’t know very much English. So in came Johnny, the best translator, and he helped calm the boy down until his family could come back. Then we met again on the island that has the museum. I was sitting on a bench waiting for my group to come back from the self-exploring time or whatever you want to call it, and he sat next to me and said: ‘long day, huh?’ Next thing you know, we find out we go to the same university.”

Jaehyun smiles, eyes darting behind you. “Is that the ferry that takes us to the museum?”

You turn around, seeing a ferry slowly pull into the doc. Simply nodding in response, you walk closer to where the ferry pulls in. The rest of the time waiting for the ferry is thankfully silent. Your time with him hasn’t been as horrible as you thought it would be, but on a list of the things you could be doing on your day off, talking with your ex does not even make the list.

After boarding the ferry and watching the water pass by with Jaehyun by your side, a strong sense of déjà vu hits you. Before dating, you and Jaehyun took an old steamboat on the Connecticut River. You had been sitting much like you are now, minus the awkward air between you two. Except at some point after he got back from getting you both some water, his leg rested against yours. The warmth from the simple action had made you so happy. It’s still the moment you think of when you picture the beginning of your relationship. It’s the day things between the two of you shifted from friends to something more.

Now, when his leg briefly touches yours, you quickly pull your leg away. Instead of bringing happiness, the warmth brings a sick feeling to your stomach.

“When are you leaving?”

You can feel Jaehyun looking at you, but you refuse to meet his eyes. “I leave four days after the wedding.”

You nod your head, not taking your eyes away from the water.

The rest of the ride is silent.

---

“Thank you for spending yesterday with him,” Johnny says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I really appreciate you doing that for me and taking my position as best friend tour guide.”

You nod your head, shifting into a more comfortable position on the couch, pulling his arm closer around you. You truly value these moments. Moments where he would let you snuggle close against him, his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

You normally aren’t a very touchy person, but it was times like this when you feel so lonely that you want to feel loved. Johnny figured this out only five months after you started dating.

Every time, he never pushed you into saying something you weren’t ready to share. He just listened and said sweet things.

“You-you still want to get married, right?” You pause for a second, searching for the right words. “I know that might be a stupid question. I’ve been thinking lately, and I just- I don’t know.”

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead choosing to rub your arm comfortingly.

“I don’t know what happened, and like always, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But that is the silliest question I’ve heard all week – no – in all my life. I’ve never met someone outside of my family who means more to me than you do. The day I proposed to you was the scariest day of my life. Logically, you were going to say yes. But I was so scared you would say no, and I would lose the person who has made my life the best it’s ever been.”

“Thank you, Johnny, that means a lot to me. I’m happy I haven’t chased you away yet.”

He gives you a gentle squeeze. “Believe me, if anyone is doing the chasing away around here, it’s Mark.”

“I don’t know. I think out of the two of you, he has more charm.”

He snorts. “Fair point. But back on topic, do you want to tell me what has you second-guessing things?”

“I’m not second-guessing anything on my part,” you clarify. The last thing you want him to believe is that you’re second-guessing your relationship. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my past relationship, the one where I was cheated on. I didn’t feel what I feel for you with him, but there must have been a reason he cheated on me. I’m worried you’re going to find out what that thing is and then leave me.”

“Well, I can tell you right now that you don’t have to worry about that. Seeing as I’m not a goose face, I’m not about able to see the same things as a crazy person.”

“I don’t know; your face is kind of goose-like.”

“How dare you. You take that back right now, or I’ll make you.”

As hard as you try, you can’t ignore the guilt creeping into your stomach. Here you are, talking about Jaehyun to one of his best friends while he’s asleep in the other room. You weren’t even the one in the relationship who did something “bad,” so you don’t know what guilt you owe him.

Overpowering the guilt you feel towards Jaehyun is the guilt you feel towards Johnny.

“You deserve better than me,” you whisper.

“No, I deserve you.”

---

“I am going to kill someone.”

“Calm down it isn’t that bad.”

“Isn’t that bad?” you repeat, looking over at Johnny in a mix of shock and horror. “I don’t think I can ever come back here. That is how bad this is.”

“Am I missing something?” Jaehyun asks from his spot next to Johnny.

The three of you are currently standing in front of the ice cream section in your supermarket. Johnny had noticed you were stressed over some of the last-minute planning for the wedding and decided it was time you took a break.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Her favorite ice cream just isn’t here right now,” Johnny answers.

“And you don’t see how that is a big deal? You’re the one who said I needed to take a break, and now you’re saying the disappearance of the one thing that is necessary for an authentic break isn’t a big deal?”

“Okay, take a chill pill. They got your second favorite.”

“Where? I don’t see it. Are you stalling for time before I kick your shins?”

“No, I see it right here,” Jaehyun leans forward to tap the glass in front of the container.

As you watch him tap lightly on the glass, you freeze. Is he trying to make Johnny suspicious? What the hell is he thinking? Pointing out something he should have no idea about. I didn’t know he was this stupid.

“Dude, how’d you know?” Johnny asks, looking at Jaehyun with what you can only imagine is a confused-shocked expression.

“Oh, well, for one, it’s brownie batter. I mean, who doesn’t like brownie batter? And when you were in Korea, you saw the flavor and mentioned something about how this was your girlfriend’s second favorite flavor. After cookies and cream, right?”

“Huh,” Johnny opens the door to grab the ice cream. “I don’t remember that at all.”

You like to think you’re a different person than when you and he dated. But being reminded of these things makes you think differently. It feels as if you've been taken back all those years to high school when you depended too heavily on him and weren't as sure of yourself as you'd like to think you were at the time. It makes you feel small and helpless.

“You know what,” you say quietly, and you hope Johnny doesn’t notice the distant tone in your voice. “I think I’m going to try something new. I’ve always wanted to try cherry garcia ice cream, so why not now?”

“Oh, okay,” Johnny says, letting you take the ice cream from his hand and replace it with the new flavor.

You glance one more time at Jaehyun, hoping he can feel your unhappiness at his remembrance, before turning to walk to the checkout. You hear Jaehyun ask your fiancé something in Korean, and you tune out the rest of the conversation as you mindlessly follow the directions on the screen. As if planning a wedding isn’t stressful enough, now I have to deal with Jaehyun almost ruining our ... whatever this is.

As you leave the store, Johnny stops you by lightly grabbing your elbow. “Oh hey, can you guys walk back by yourselves? I have to go pick something up for my mom.”

You look up at him, tilting your head to the side. You don’t want to be left alone with Jaehyun. “Are you sure you don’t want to walk back with us and take the car? It’s a long walk to your parents’ hotel.”

He waves his hand dismissively. “My mom said she’ll pick me up. She’s out and about doing something and said she’d pick me up on her way home. But since she doesn’t know the city that well, she wanted me to get the thing, and she’d come pick me up. Sounds crazy, I know, but that’s how she works. Also, I know this is a really weird thing, but can I borrow your ring? I want to give it to my mom; so she can look at it closely—you know, with me buying it without her knowing my plans and all—and then you’ll never have to take it off again.”

“I don’t need to tell you to be careful, do I?” you ask, slowly twisting the ring off.

He chuckles. “No, of course not. I am the one who paid for it, after all.”

“Okay,” you lightly place the ring in his hand. “Do you know when you’ll be back?”

“Well, it’s 3:40 now, so maybe around 5? I’ll definitely be back for dinner. I was thinking we could go out. My treat?”

You nod your head, giving him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Along with not wanting to be alone with his best friend, you feel like your fiancé has been gone a lot. You’re starting to miss him.

“Great,” he leans down, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll see you guys later for dinner, okay?”

Jaehyun nods his head, waving goodbye.

“You can’t do that,” you say as soon as you round the corner.

“Do what?”

“Talk about things you would only know from being in a relationship. You did it with the honey allergy, and now with the ice cream. And yeah, you came up with some good excuses, but how long until you can’t think of one? What then?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

The sarcastic tone in his voice makes you stop in your tracks, grabbing his arm so he’ll face you.

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to me like that?”

He sighs. “Okay, I know you’re being—I don’t know what the right word is—nice? You know what I mean. You’re being nice by letting me stay in your house. But do you have to talk to me like you’re all high and mighty?”

You laugh in shock, not believing what you just heard. “I don’t know where this is coming from, but I do not appreciate it. You know what you did, so you should consider yourself lucky you’re allowed in my house-”

“It isn’t just your house. Johnny wouldn’t let me sleep in a hotel when he has a-”

“You cheated on me!” you yell, interrupting him. Taking a deep breath, you look around to see if anyone is staring. “You cheated on me, and I told Johnny about it. And you know what? He agrees with me that you were a jerk and that I shouldn’t have to ever see you again. And I’ll be honest. I don’t know if he would want to see you again. But I do know he would be uncomfortable around you. Because guess what? He loves me. And he will take my side, and he will never hurt me like you did. So yes, I am being nice by letting you sleep in our house. Because one word from me, and you’re out.”

You didn’t know you had that in you. Judging by the look in his eyes, Jaehyun wasn’t expecting it either.

“I’m sorry—”

“Nope.

---

Thank you all for reading! Part two should be out sometime next week. Have a great day/night <3

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khunwriting · 1 year

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[Valentine Gift]

Synopsis: Kuko doesn’t quite understand the hype around Valentine’s Day, but he could change his mind.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Kuko Harai x Reader

Something about Valentine’s Day didn’t seem all that great to Kuko. There wasn’t an issue with the couples expressing their love. It was simply the byproduct of said loving expression that was more or less bothersome.

Walking down the shopping district in the days coming up to the 14th was a nightmare. Seeing all the hearts in various shades of reds and pinks plastered on every shop window quickly became an eyesore, and the ads selling chocolates, flowers, and jewelry were overly abundant and overstaying its welcome. Granted, Kuko is a monk and he did let go of any need for materialistic wants, so maybe the holiday wasn’t exactly meant for someone like him.

But even when he was in high school, Kuko never understood all the buzz surrounding his classmates when the holiday was around the corner. All the girls would be squealing about confessing to their crushes and the guys were just desperate to receive chocolates—it was a rather pitiful sight. Maybe it was because he wasn’t involved in the festivities, but he doubted that it would’ve changed his mind on the topic.

Still, Valentine’s Day didn’t seem that great. In fact, it became a pain in the ass for him, especially when it came to his duties at the temple.

He’s forced to stand at the entrance of the temple with a broom, gathering up all the fallen leaves and dirt that all the visitors keep trekking in. And no matter how many times he gathers them into a pile, some shitty person will just create a different mess elsewhere in the temple. It was a constant cycle of messes, all while hearing the young high schoolers rush in with their friends, chatting and giggling so loudly. It isn’t hard to see the intent behind their wishes as they throw a coin into the donation box and make a quick prayer, and Kuko can’t help but irritably note that’s not how it works.

And it’s barely over his heated grumblings that he almost missed your footsteps trailing his way. His sweeping motions immediately stop upon seeing you bound up to him, smiling brightly with two bags in your hands. Kuko’s unable to hide the grin that stretches across his face as you come within a few feet of him.

“Hey, Kuko! I’m surprised you’re doing chores now. Is your dad making you do it?” You mused, eyeing the old broom sitting in the monk’s grasp. At your words, Kuko’s face fell, pursing his lips into a pout. “Yeah, the old man is making me sweep ‘cause of all the visitors recently,” The red head monk grumbled with a click of his tongue. Hearing his words, you blinked a few times.

“Visitors?”

Kuko grunted in response, jabbing a thumb towards the temple. You peered around his body and could see a small gathering surrounding the donation box. The high schoolers’ voices drifted towards your location several feet away, and you nodded in understanding.

“It’s a pain in the ass. They’re acting like Buddha supposed to grant them a damn date if they start praying. That’s not how shit works!” Kuko scoffed. You listened to the monk complain about how the high schoolers were crowding and making too much noise—though you argue that you’ve heard Kuko yell louder any other day. Still, you kept your mouth shut and nodded along to the red head as he finally ended his rant by reciting one of Buddha’s quotes. “‘Should a seeker not find a companion who is better or equal, let them resolutely pursue a solitary course’,”

“Ah, thank you, Buddha,” You smiled simply, pressing your palms together with a slight bow of your head. After a moment, you glanced up at your companion and let out a snicker at the monk’s deadpan expression.

“Shut up, brat,” Kuko huffed, reaching over to flick your forehead. As you let out a light whine, Kuko took a step back to examine you. “What are you doing here anyways? You look like you’re about to go on a date,”

Kuko wasn’t even attempting to hide his blatant gaze raking up and down your body. Though your outfit wasn’t too fancy, you did attempt to dress nicer than usual, choosing to wear nice jeans and a plain white sweater. You had on a light layer of makeup and even had your hair in a cute style, different from what you usually wore. The monk let out a low hum, his eyes trailing back up to meet your gaze.

“You look really cute,” He drawled, flashing his fangs. From his spot, he could see your cheeks turn a pretty shade of red and he could feel his heart swell with pride. “Should I be worried about another guy?”

“Well, I’m not exactly taken currently, y’know,” You retorted with a sly grin of your own. You tilted your head to the side, not backing away from the monk’s heated gaze. “Would it be so bad if someone wanted to take me out?”

While you and Kuko never pointed it out, there was an obvious attraction between the two of you. For whatever reason no one wanted to address the elephant in the room, yet you two remained close. Neither of you could call it friends—as friends typically don’t go on dates with his arm around you or with your lips pressed against his cheek—but you didn’t have a title either. So, it became a test, flirting with each other just to see if the other was going to break first and confess.

And Kuko wasn’t planning on losing the game.

“As if someone could handle your ass,” Kuko snickered, leaning his cheek against the end of the broom in his hands. You gasped playfully, swatting the monk’s shoulder lightly.

“Rude. I can get a boyfriend any time I want,” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Kuko’s expression lit up and his golden eyes glinted mischievously.

“Go ahead then, confess,” The monk ushered as he waved his hand to you. “‘To those that speaks or acts forthright on their truth, happiness will follow like a never-departing shadow’,”

“You definitely made that up, lying monk,” This only elicited a cackle from Kuko, which only made the smile on your face grow wider. Shaking your head, you continued speaking with a softer tone. “But fine, I actually came to see you,”

And while you didn’t want to be the first to confess, you did want to do something special for the day. Extending your hand, a decently sized red and white bag dangled from your hand.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kuko!” Just like that, a shit eating grin stretched across Kuko’s lips.

“For me? I thought girls give shit to the guys they like,” He spoke in a teasing lilt. Despite his mean tone, Kuko dropped the temple broom without a second thought, causing it to clamor onto the ground in favor of taking the bag from you.

“There’s such things as obligatory gifts too,” You countered, relishing in the way the monk eagerly shook the bag, trying to gauge what was inside. It made your heart thud a little too quickly and your cheeks hurt from your wide smiles. “Just open it already,”

Not needing to be told twice, Kuko dug his hand into the bag, sifting through the pieces of white tissue paper. His fingers ghosted the edges of an object and he fished it out from the paper bag. It was a pink box with a lacy white ribbon wrapped around it, sitting just a little bigger than his hands. Without hesitation, the red haired monk undid the ribbon and opened the cover. His face could’ve split in two with how wide his grin had grown as he drank in the sight of the box’s contents.

Inside, a few rows of chocolates sat neat and delectable. The treats weren’t completely uniform and it was clear that they were homemade, based on the imperfections, but it was obvious that a lot of care was put into each piece. That thought alone had a surge of glee rushing through Kuko’s veins.

“Damn, you must really like me to make these from scratch,” Kuko whistled, eyeing the little chocolates that sat neatly in the box. He plucked one of the chocolates and popped it into his mouth, humming in delight as the semi-sweet treat melted on his tongue. “Nope, you’re just the test subject for when the real deal comes around,” You couldn’t help but tease, earning a mild glare your way. Laughing off the look, you pointed to the bag that still hung from his hands. “But that’s not all, there’s something underneath the box,”

Kuko quirked an eyebrow at the statement but closed the chocolate box shut. Setting the box back into the bag, he reached underneath it to feel soft fabric. Confusion colored his expression as he pulled the item out, only for his face to morph into exasperation.

“Hey! This is my old jacket! I knew you took it!” He hissed, holding it up to his face. Clicking his tongue, the monk reached over to tug on your cheek, pulling with a frown.

“Let me explain, you jerk!” You whined, swatting his hand away. You took a deep inhale, holding it for a second, before continuing with a deliberate drawl. “So, your jackets are like…Super comfortable,”

“Yeah, I know. You’re always stealing my stuff,”

“I know! So to combat that I went to get your jacket tailored!” You laughed at Kuko’s blank stare. “What I mean, is I commissioned someone to get your jacket made again,”

It was then that you finally acknowledged the other bag you had been carrying around. You dropped it onto the ground and bent over to rummage through it. Not a moment later did you pull out his bomber jacket.

Well, not quite his. The bomber jacket was still the same design as his, but it was more attuned to his current one than the one he wore a few years ago. The gold shachihoko and lightning bolts were embroidered on the chest, and all the blue sections of his current bomber were changed to black, making the bomber jacket look slicker.

“You can have your old one back since this one is mine!” You said, slipping on the bomber jacket. Despite the alterations, the measurements were clearly still the same as you were practically swimming in the fabric. You looked up to him, raising your arms in the air with a light cheer. “So, we can match now!”

And there it was.

Three damn words.

Those three words were on the tip of his tongue, and if he didn’t have any better self-control, Kuko was sure he would’ve lost the unspoken game. But looking at you twirling around in the jacket made him think that it would’ve been okay if he did say it. Still, he’d like to hear those words from your lips first.

Perhaps, he could understand the appeal of Valentine’s Day just a little bit better. And based on how fast his heart is beating now and how hot his face feels, he’ll be sure to return the favor tenfold on White Day and make you cave in first.

#Hypnosis Mic #Hypmic #Kuko Harai #Kuko Harai x Reader #Hypmic x Reader #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Scenario #Khunwriting

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emotionalcraney · 3 months

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Too Careless

Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader

Word Count - 1.3K

Genre - Stablished platonic relationship, pure angst

Warnings - Fighting (Oh no the horrors), feeling under appreciated, surprise ending cliffhanger???

Summary - You instantly knew who was behind the mask of the new hero appearing in Mumbattan; and of course it was your best friend Pav. This didn’t cause any problems in your friendship, at least at first. This ‘discussion’ was a long time coming, you just didn’t wan to admit it.

A/N - *Slaps roof of car.* This bad boy has so much angst, you probably can’t even imagine, Hey guys, so I found out the hard way that I really really like writing angst. Who would have thought? Anyways enjoy! 💖

It was just another sleepover with Pav.

Also known as your best friend.

And also as Spider-Man.

That’s what you both always did. You were hanging out with Pav in his room after school, doing your nails, and telling him all the gossip you heard in school that day.

“Yeah, to be honest, she’s got no way of getting out of this one. I mean who even sleeps with their best friend’s boyfriend?” You said as you filed your nails, preparing them for nail polish.

“Yeah, no idea why people even do that,” He responded as he scrolled his phone, looking for something very specifically.

“So, Pav, you hear about people trying to ‘unmask’ you at school?” Trying to make air quotes at the word unmask, you playfully brought up.

“Uh-huh,” Pav quickly and dismissively replied.

Noticing his ignorant behavior, you decided to test him, to see if he was purposefully not looking in your direction.

“They got some pretty good suspects, like the jocks, gym rats, even acrobats in our school.”

“Yeah.”

“No one suspects you.”

“Of course.”

“Except me, who already told the newspaper president to unleash the news to the world.”

“You’d never do that.”

“So you are listening! What gives?” You shouted frustrated as you got up and took his chin to make it face you, away from his stupid phone.

“Sorry! You know I love listening to you! I just heard that the city wants to award Spider-Man with a ceremony soon and I wanted to be the first to know! Mostly ‘cause I would be the guest of honor, you get me right?”

“Pav really? That’s amazing! Let me see! Let me see!” You quickly decided to sit next to him in his bed, waiting to see the exciting news.

He was absolutely correct. Mumbattan wanted to thank Spiderman for all his work in saving civilians, being a role model, and an overall bright person by giving him an award. The ceremony was to take place in about a week from now.

“See Pav? All your hard work is paying off! I’m so proud of you!” Giving him a sudden reassuring hug, you told him.

“Well, it’s nothing really.”

“Pav, no, I’m not letting you under-appreciate your efforts. You earned this!”

“I’m being serious! I just show up and things just kinda work out on their own.”

“Ok, Mr.Humble, you can stop now! Take it in! Enjoy it!”

“No! I’m being very serious right now! Ever since I became Spider-Man, people have been telling me about how hard and how much sacrifice I must be putting in, but that’s not true.”

Then he just stared at you, a serious and almost disappointed look in his eyes. His life had currently felt so carefree, so relaxing, so easy.

He didn’t really feel like a true hero.

Sure, there were times when he thought he might not be able to save everyone. But things always turned out okay.

Always.

Now, he was scared that one day, that might not be the case. And then, he wouldn’t know how to save someone.

“I’m sorry, Pav. I didn’t mean to be pushy,” You finally responded after a long pause.

“No, I’m sorry for snapping at you. That’s not cool, especially when the person I’m snapping at is you,” He said as he went up to you and held you by your shoulders.

“Okay. But, Pav, why didn’t you tell me before? You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“Sorry, I just… I didn’t really know how to talk about this one… you wouldn’t get it.”

Those words stung deeply.

Here you were, his number one fan, his support since day one, but…

You wouldn’t get it.

“I wouldn’t get it huh? What happened to, ‘we’ll face everything together?’” It truly made you unbelievably frustrated.

“It’s you and me?

Against everything that could possibly get in our way?

What about me?”

He didn’t know how to respond to that. You guys had been childhood friends forever. So close. Never apart. Always together.

How was he supposed to respond?

You had felt it too.

This year was the year that things started to crumble. Even if you didn’t want to admit it.

You guys did everything the same. Always going through the same motions. But that spark, the one that always made you wanna give your best into the friendship, it was gone.

It only made sense. After all, a lot of things had changed that year.

You wanted to put the blame on a lot of things, because, you didn’t want to admit the probability that you and Pavitr were changing.

No. Not yet. Please.

You sniffled.

Talk about pathetic…

He had no idea on how to comfort you. You’d never acted like this. With just the start of a common conversation, he now had you upset to the point of having you almost crying.

“Pav… I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s okay, I didn’t know that’s how you felt.”

“I didn’t even know how I felt… don’t blame yourself..”

Silence was all you could both muster for a second.

“Hey, I know things have been weird lately but-“

It had to happen. Just as you were both ready to share your emotions with each other, his phone rang with an alarm.

A robbery in progress.

All the way across town.

How did it come to this?

You looked at him disappointed for a moment. But then, you remembered what you promised him. To be there for him and to always encourage him to do good.

Those people were in danger.

You could wait.

You always had, so what was the difference?

“Pav… you better go. Or should I say Spider-man?” As you composed yourself, you tried to lighten the situation.

He looked at you in shock, not expecting this reaction from you. You were right, and he knew that. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty for having to put aside this very important conversation with you.

He was frozen in place.

So, you did what you knew best.

You gave him a little push.

“Hey, hurry up! Mumbattan needs you!”

That snapped him back to reality. Soon he got up and ready to embark into his next mission. He couldn’t place the reason, but he felt that something was off. You were acting as you’d always had, but something about your smile bothered him. It looked genuine, but it was hiding something, and he couldn’t figure out what it was.

He decided to let it go for the moment and he later found himself about to jump out of his window.

But, he turned back to give you one last glance.

“Go!” You simply whisper-shouted as to not alert aunt Maya.

But, behind his shiny and bright mask, he had a sad glint in his eyes. And very softly and gingerly he said:

“Thank you.”

And just like that, he jumped out into the busy streets of Mumbattan.

Those words meant more to you than he could ever know,

You knew the reason as to why you didn’t want your relationship with Pavitr to become distant. It was all his fault really.

He was the brightest, most lovable, most kind guy you’d ever met.

You’d fallen for him.

And he had no idea.

Instead, he was moving on. Moving on to loving someone else.

How long would you be okay with this?

How long would it take for you to accept change?

How much longer could you endure having him not know how you felt about him?

You had absolutely no idea as to how he couldn’t have figured it out before. It was as if he didn’t even care.

But that was okay.

Because for now, you were okay with that.

Okay with just waiting.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman #pavitr prabhakar #angst #my writing #my fic #pavitr x reader #spiderverse x reader

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4-hour-naps · 4 months

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Tom Cardy lyrics as incorrect Dazai quotes from every song

In order of most fun/fitting. I feel uniquely qualified to make this. But I add more unnecessary commentary as we go.

Big Breakfast

“Hey Patricia can you bring me a kitchen sink so I can drown myself infront of all your clientele”

Artificial Intelligence

“So i guess that i feel a little sad, that i can't feel all the ways it feels to be human”

Perception Check

“you’re a short motherfucker and nobody likes you”

Why am I Anxious

“I would try to do anything to make my life feel better, except anything that my life feels better”

High Five

“Could it be me buyin' everyone a round of Fireball, but then drinkin' them all. And then tellin' your girlfriend that you're cheatin' on her with me” (This whole part tbh)

The Ballad of Smoking Joe Rudeboy

“I know that their packing heat, and I know they know I’m the man to beat”

Mixed Messages

“I’m really sorry for punching your dad in the dick I won’t do it again…I ball up my other hand and punch your dad in the dick again” (does anyone even have a dad in bsd)

Business Man

“Ahh! You shot me in the leg!” (Like he could’ve said literally have said this, bonus: “no, you’ve got a dumb name”)

HYCYBH

“Have you checked your butthole” (specifically after the grandma dies part. I can see him doing this to Kuni for like a week straight, purposely hiding stuff just to say it)

Read Between the Lines

“please don’t misunderstand me I’ll always leave you a clue” (the clue in question only Ranpo understands)

Big Dumb Idiot

“Light on my feet as I sneak into your house, be a giant fuckin' idiot, then sneak back out”

Hey I don’t work here

“That way I could teach your kid to drown in front of you” (he is an expert… or is he?… I mean cause he..)

.・゜゜・ things get a little iffy here ・゜゜・．

Paint That Lady

“Do you want to be my lady? I want to raise your babies. My only job is to pleasure you” (Lying through his teeth to get laid)

Carol Brown

“Mimi will no longer see me. Brittany, Brittany hit me. Paula, Persephone stela and Stephanie. There must be fifty ways that lovers have left me” (womanizer king /j)

Get Louis Theroux

“I was being to feel 👹 omnipotent👹” (okay maybe he wouldn’t but… like to scare Chuuya or smth? Idk I just like this part okay??)

Party Dog

“So kiss the ring motherfucker and then I’ll let you stay”

Beautiful Mind

“I, know, so sit back and enjoy thе show” (said after he has crafted the most devious of schemes)

Your Love is Not Enough

“You’re love is not enough, give me some really cool shit”

Call Your Mother

“You've got the power to be a massive sick cunt” (somehow trying to encourage atsushi)

Monster Truck

“I’ll stab you in the face bitch” (? To Mori idk)

・゜゜・．I struggled with these songs ・゜゜・．

Naughty or Nice

“When he thinks no one is watching, I’m watching” (uhh.. )

#inspirational

“I use emojis to deflect” (he would)

Future of Humanity

“Spit in my mouth for mankind” (I will not be taking feedback here)

Red Flags

“You know the deal (Pucker up)” (did I just pick this bc it’s funny? Yes)

(That’s all the songs on Spotify + perception check, there are probs other unreleased songs but)

#bsd dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd incorrect quotes #what is this? idk but I was giggling making it so that’s what matters ig #cw cursing #cw cussing #tw sui ideation #nap talking

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artzychic27 · 11 months

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Back at the Barnyard quotes for no reason

Jean: Hey, folks! Viewer mail time again! *Opens a latter* Here’s one from Sally, age 14. “Dear Jean, aren’t you interrupting the story at the most suspenseful part?” Well, the answer is yes, Sally. Yes, I am. Keep those cards and letters coming!

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Science Kids: *Dressed in burglary gear and relaxing on a massage chair when Jagged Stone suddenly walks in* Jagged Stone?!

Jagged Stone: Yeah, I’m Jagged Stone. What are you all doing in my house?

Science Kids: … Robbing it.

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Simon: All rise! Court is now in session! The honorable Judge Marc presiding!

Marc: *Sits at the desk and immediately bangs the gavel* Guilty! Now let’s get to the punishment!

Alya: You haven’t heard any evidence yet!

Marc: I don’t need evidence! I can tell she did it by her beady little eyes!

Marinette: *Nervously shifting her eyes*

Marc: But, if you’re gonna make a big deal about it… Prosecutor, proceed!

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Austin Q: Hey, Denise. Can I teach you the dance of love?

Denise: Is one of the steps my foot on your neck? ‘Cause there’s a dance I could really enjoy.

Austin Q: Ooh! Shot down! *Backs away*

—

Simon: Hm. I guess stupid is contagious.

—

Cosette: We gotta ditch the body! He knows too much! We gotta take care of him!… We gotta whack him.

Aurore: There will be no whacking! Okay, Ivan’s a good guy.

Mireille: And he’s a vegan. God bless him.

Ismael: And, uh… What’s a vegan again?

Lacey: Ah, I got it. It means you can’t eat anything with a face.

Jean: No, no, that’s a vegetarian.

Cosette: I think vegetarians have to eat in the dark.

Reshma: That’s vampires.

Lacey: And, you can’t eat cheese?

Reshma: It’s not just cheese. Vegans can’t have any dairy products.

*Aurore silently freaks out when she notices Ivan starting to wake up, but the others are oblivious*

Denise: Cake has egg products.

Simon: But you can’t have any dairy.

Ismael: Aw, but I love dairy! Does that mean I can’t be a vegan?

Marc: I love the smell of bacon! There, I said it!

*Ivan wakes up, and the students gasp*

Ivan: Huh? What’s- *Denise kicks him in the head, effectively knocking him out*

Aurore: WOULD YOU NOT DO THAT?!

Denise: It’s not like we have a lot of options.

—

Aurore: We gotta snap him out of this. Okay, Jean’s family. He’s like the crazy uncle we never had.

Cosette: Uh… Right… I never had a crazy uncle…

*Flashback*

*Five year old Cosette is listening to their crazy uncle speak utter nonsense*

Crazy Uncle: The Easter bunny has betrayed me! We’ll have to close the beaches! You can’t close the beaches, we’re a summer town! Get these turtles outta my head, PLEASE! Aaand, linge! *Starts line dancing while scatting* Dah Dah! Yah Doo! Dah Dah!

*End flashback*

Cosette: *Shudders*

—

Denise: *As four Akumas stalk toward them* Well, well. Whatever will I do? *Drop kicks all of them without moving from their spot*

—

Kim: I prechewed it so you wouldn't waste jaw energy.

Adrien: ... So the sandwich in my mouth was previously in your mouth?

Kim: Nice taste, eh?

—

Adrien: Hey, anybody ever notice that Ladybug and Marinette are never together at the same time?

Alya: You're really 31 flavors of dumb, aren't you?

—

Shadow Moth: Hey! Who's there?

Ladybug: Your worst nightmare.

Chat Noir: And Chat Noir!

—

Austin A: No, I don't wanna get eaten, I'm too young! Too young!

Austin B: Dude, you're not gonna get eaten.

Austin A: What, you're saying I wouldn't go nice with some low-fat chips and a cherry cola?

—

Ismael: *To Bubbler* You got rid of the only people standing between us and shallow graves so we can celebrate the day this guy *Points to Adrien* came into the Earth?

—

Nathaniel: *Whispering* Whatever you do, do not eat the... *everyone runs and eats Louis' mini pizzas* ... All right. I guess they're all right.

Louis: I hope you like them. I made them with love... and flaming hot chili sauce! *All of the students start screaming as they try to cool their tongues down*

Marc: *Completely calm and eating another mini pizza* Man, you guys are lightweights.

—

Aurore: I don't buy it. There's no way Marinette pushed Lila down the stairs. Come on, let's go solve the case of the pushed Italian.

Denise: I don't know, Aurore. That's really going to cut into my weight-lifting time.

Aurore: I'll bring snacks.

Denise: I'm in!

—

Alix: *After Louis leaves* He's gone, but you can still smell the stupid.

—

Alix: Hey, what did you use in that energy drink?

Marinette: Milk.

Max: Vitamins.

Rose: Love.

Alix: And...?

Kim: And these pepper shakers. *Holds up a stick of dynamite*

Alix: That's not pepper, that's dynamite!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb incorrect quotes #science kids #akuma class #incorrect quotes #remember this show?#Loved it #nostaligia #nostalgia #back at the barnyard

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THE STARS THEMSELVES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: Just me, myself, and I

Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing(s): Viktor x Co-Founder!Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Angst to Fluff

Request: None.

You are a co-founder of Hextech in this.

ALSO! This could be seen as a prequel to my other oneshot, “Stepping on Toes,” but you don’t have to read that one to understand this one.

Catch my Doctor Who quote(s) in here and lmk if you find it.

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The laboratory was silent save for the sounds of you and Jayce tinkering. Viktor was nowhere to be found, having left a few minutes earlier and said something about getting more coffee. It was late into the night, but you wanted to get your invention completed. And you were going to get it done tonight.

Jayce was working on the Atlas Gauntlets. You were working on your Hexlight. A new invention that was a mobile light source meant to help miners and workers in the Undercity to illuminate their way into the dangerous caverns.

“Will you hand me that wrench over there?” Jayce broke the silence, and you nodded, wordlessly handing the tool to your friend. He was more of a brother to you at this point, you having put your meager life savings into helping get Hextech off the ground. You were also a co-inventor. You had a knack for inventions and worked as a third set of eyes for both Viktor’s and Jayce’s works.

After a few more moments of working, Viktor still hadn’t come back. At this, you frowned. Where was he?

“Hey, do you know where Viktor is?” You asked, and Jayce stopped what he was doing, sitting back in his chair as he mulled over your question.

“No, do you need something from him?” He asked, and you shrugged,

“Just wondering what’s taking him so long, is all.” You replied and turned back to your work. You heard Jayce let out a quiet laugh. It sounded odd, so you looked over. He had a teasing grin on his lips, and you narrowed your eyes. What was he planning?

“When were you going to tell me you were in love with Viktor?” He asked abruptly, and you choked on your saliva. After your coughing fit had subsided, you glared at him.

“Where did that come from?!” You demanded, and he shrugged, holding his hands out in a ‘who knows?’ gesture.

“You aren’t denying it.” Was all he said. You sputtered and tried to deny his statement, but nothing came out—because it would be a lie to refute that claim. As brilliant as Viktor was, you hoped he never picked up on your affections. He would never reciprocate anyway. He wasn’t stupid enough to.

His teasing smile turned smug.

“So you are in love with him!” He exclaimed, and you immediately shushed him. If Viktor was near, you didn’t want him to hear. That would only bring rejection and embarrassment. Or worse, you’d be kicked out of Hextech completely for your stupidity.

“Shut up!” You hissed and very nearly launched yourself across the space between you two in order to quiet the man when he let out a triumphant laugh.

“I knew it! He loves you too, you know.” Your world stopped. Did he truly? No. That couldn’t be possible. He would never. You shook your head, voice trembling when you spoke next.

“That’s cruel.” You said, tears welling up in your eyes. Jayce looked taken aback and scrambled with his following words.

“It’s true! He really does!” He exclaimed in an attempt to get you to calm down.

Your temper abruptly flared. Typically it was something you prided yourself in keeping under control. But all emotions and control went out the window when it came to Viktor.

How could he joke about something like that?

You asked him as much, and he continued to clamber and stumble with his words.

“I swear I’m not lying! You are the one who loves Viktor!” He said, and you exploded.

“Yes, I am! I never denied it! But whoever said he loved me back? He's Viktor. He doesn't go around falling in love with people! And if you think he's anything that small, or that ordinary, then you haven't the first idea of your best friend!” You exclaimed, a single tear streaking your cheek as your temper raged and toiled. You could feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment as Jayce spoke again, digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole.

“Let’s just wait for him to get back. He can explain—”

“There’s no point! He doesn’t love me!” You cut him off, jabbing a finger towards the door.

“Heaven knows where he is right now, but I promise you, he's doing whatever the hell he wants and not giving a damn about me! And I'm just fine with that!” Tears came faster now, dripping from your chin as you angrily wiped them away. You continued, “When you love Viktor, it's like loving the stars themselves! You don't expect a sunset to admire you back! And even if he was in here, let me tell you, Viktor is not stupid enough or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself accepting my feelings!”

“Do you mean all of that?” Came a familiar voice, and you whirled to see Viktor standing in the laboratory doorway, eyes as wide as your own. His hand holding the coffee mug was trembling, and you sniffled, shame making even more tears well up and drip down your face. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Jayce excusing himself and shutting the door behind him, effectively leaving you and Viktor alone.

He shuffled closer, his crutch thumping softly on the ground as he made his way to the table and set the mug down. Then, slowly, he turned to you. His eyes looked sad. He probably pitied you at this point. Pitied the poor you who had fallen in love with him, the person so far below him.

Viktor approached you hesitantly before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. You accepted it with a quiet ‘thank you’ and wiped your eyes. Your cheeks felt raw from your angry wiping.

“So…” He began, and you turned your head away, looking at your shoes instead of his beautiful amber eyes. Here it comes—his rejection. Your humiliation.

“Did you mean what you said?” His voice was quiet, little more than a whisper. You nodded your head, your voice just as soft as you spoke.

“Of course I did. Who wouldn’t love you?” He scoffed, and your head jerked up to look at him, confusion overtaking the self-deprecation briefly. He was looking at his right leg, his bad leg, in disdain.

“Isn’t it obvious? Why would you love someone like me? I’m crippled and—”

“I don’t care about that.” Your words rushed out like a tidal wave in an attempt to stop his contempt. How could he hate himself like that? He looked at you, eyes beginning to glimmer with hope.

Hope?

Hope for what?

That didn’t matter now. You had to reassure him, had to make him see. Humiliation was the last thing on your mind now.

“You are brilliant and important and beautiful and oh so kind. I don’t care that you can’t do things other people can. All I care about is you, Viktor. Everything about you.” Voice wobbling, hands clenched, you only hoped he understood what you were feeling.

So you were surprised when he had tears of his own well up in his eyes. His hand began to tremble again, and he hobbled forward a step or two.

“You think I’m important?” He sounded like a scared little boy, and it broke your heart. You offered a watery smile,

“In all my time alive, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important.”

Finally, he stood toe to toe with you, looking into your eyes as if searching for any deceit. He searched your gaze as you searched his, eyes flitting to make sure he wouldn’t begin laughing in your face. Wouldn’t start laughing and cast you out.

All you found was honesty.

Honesty and love.

Love?

With a tentative hand, you reached and placed it on his cheek. He reached up with his free hand and put it over yours, cradling it to his jawline. Warm fuzzies began to flutter in your stomach. Was he—?

“I—” He paused as if trying to find the words. After a moment, he steeled himself, squaring his shoulders but never letting your hand fall away. “I care for you… deeply. It’s like looking at the stars when I look at you. If you look at one long enough, all the others will melt away. That is what I feel when I look at you.” He said and leaned his forehead onto yours.

You couldn’t breathe, heart stuttering in your chest as you processed his words. He cared. You could even say he loved you.

You loved him, and he loved you.

That sounded nice. Having someone to love.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane viktor #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x you #arcane jayce #jayce talis #fairy writes

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