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luvyeni · 6 months

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MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter. 14 )

— CHAPTER FOURTEEN: my favorite cashier 🥰🤍…

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You opened the door to the café, immediately coming into jeongins view. “Hey.” He waved; you waved back. “Well, isn’t it my favorite cashier.” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, smiling to himself. “D-do you want the same.”

“You know it.” You said, “And what drink would you recommend.” He thought about it, before pointing. “I order that every day.” You nodded, “then i’ll have that too.” You smiled. “Are you eating here today too?” he asked. “Yeah I have a while until my next class.”

You found your favorite seat, pulling out your phone to wait for your food. You checked your messages, frowning — it had been a week since your mystery man texted you, he was supposed to be only a client, but you actually looked forward to his text.

Why was he ignoring you? Had you crossed the line by saying you wanted to see him? No way, guys would beg to see you — they’d pay money to spend the night with you, even if you knew you’d never do it. Maybe that’s what made him different. Maybe he only wanted to keep it strictly over the phone. By why? “(yn)?”

“I’m about to go on my lunch break.” Jeongin told his co-worker. “Good, you can take this to your girlfriend.” He handed him a tray. “My girlfriend?” he said, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“So that girl isn’t your girlfriend?” He pointed to where you sat. “n-no, she’s not.” He stuttered; you were the only girl he could mutter a single word to unless it was a coworker. “But i’ve seen you talking to her, which is rare for you, you know she also asks for you when you aren’t here?”

You ask about him? Why? “We’re just friends.” He said. “Well, she’s cute, you should set me up.” He took the tray from the boy. “Stop saying nonsense, i’ll be back soon.” He walked over to you; you hadn’t acknowledged him yet.

“yn?” you finally look up at him, he sat your tray down. “Thank you.” You said, “Are you on your break now?” He nodded. “Good now you can sit with me.” You pointed to the seat in front of you. “m-me?” you chuckled. “Well there’s no one else i’d be talking to silly.”

He hesitantly sat down, you past him the drink. “Here, drink this.” You smiled, “I get these for free, you didn’t have to.” You flagged him off. “I know, that’s why I also got you this.” You handed him half of the dessert. “Eat up.”

You watched him pick up the fork, taking a bite of the dessert. “Good, now stop being so scared, we’ve been talking for a few weeks you shouldn’t be this scared of me anymore.” You said, his ears turned. “I-i’m sorry.” He said, you reached out grabbing his hand. “Don’t stress it too much.”

He hated that he was like it this, being so shy has never worked out in his favor, we’ll expect those few times, drunk girls don’t really care if you’re shy or not, they just want to jump on the closest cute guy they see — that’s a story for a different time.

“I talk to much anyway, so I can do the talking for me and you.” You smiled, he mirrored yours. “Does that sound good?” He chuckled, looking down realizing you haven’t taken your hands off his — his heart thumping for a second, he followed your hand. “You have a tattoo?”

Where has he seen that tattoo? Before he could get another look, you took your hand away. “it’s embarrassing, me and lily got matching tattoos and they completely fucked it up.” You laughed, covering it up, that’s where he probably seen it, but he could’ve sworn he’d seen it somewhere else. “Ah, you two must be close?” You nodded. “We’re both from australia, she was the first person I actually met besides chan.” You spoke.

Sadly, it was time for him to get up, but he didn’t want to, he enjoyed talking to you. “You have to go back to work now?” He frowned, nodding. “Sadly.” He stood up, you grabbed his hand. “Hold on.” You reached into your bag, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. “I know we live next door to each other, but if you ever want to hang out when you’re not at work, you can call me.”

He watched you writing your number down. “Here.” You put the paper in his hand. “Make sure to actually use it, I really want to hang out with you.” You said, he nodded, praying you didn’t notice his red ear, or at least ignored it. “o-okay, i will.”

“Good.” You let his arm go with a smile, and he turned to walk away, smiling to himself. “Oh, it’s you.” He ran into your friend. “Mat!” He heard you yell. “It’s nice to see you, you should come out with us again, you cook really good meat.” Jeongin nodded, walking back to his register.

He watched you conversation with your friend, looking over at him, smiling waving. He waved back, smiling. “Jeongin pay attention, you have a customer.”

He shook his head; you were all he was focusing on, he forgot he was at work. “i’m so sorry, welcome to Love café how can I help you.”

And this time he actually said it with a smile.

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vikisbay · 1 month

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【YUJI I.】 train rides.

A/N —> Yuji has me in a chokehold right now!! I need this mannn ★彡

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➤ you had just finished an mission with Yuji, it was nothing crazy just a grade 4 level curse that was scaring children during after school activities. no one was hurt just pretty shaken which left you and Yuji extremely grateful. Gojo was supposed to pick you both up but after waiting for 30 minutes you decided to take a train back to Jujutsu Tech.

fortunately the train wasn’t packed only a few people were scattered across seats, some talking and some silent. “Let’s sit over there!” Itadori pointed to two vacant seats in the back, you nodded your head and before you knew it his hand wrapped around your waist tugging you to the back.

The warmth of his hand and his giddy smile made your ears turn a dusty pink. You both sat down just before the train started moving, you sat in the seat by the window and he sat in the one by the aisle, you pulled your phone out typing an angry message to the sensei who had ditched you both.

“Whatca doingggg” Yuji moved his head right in front of your phone making the distance between the two of you impossible smaller, “I’m just texting Gojo sensei…” the blush from your ears spread to your face and his scent started taking over all your senses. He nodded his head before looking up at you “I don’t think he’ll be very happy with the foul language!” He chuckled.

“fuckk…” his laugh was so addictive and just so attractive, he raised an eyebrow at your words “what… what’s wrong!” He pulled away and started asking if he had made you uncomfortable.

“N-no! You didn’t Yuji it’s ok I swear!” You quickly realized that you had spoken out loud and not in your head, he grabbed your hands placing them in his gently before looking into your eyes “then why’d you curse!” You couldn’t come up with a proper response. The warmth from his hands in yours making your brain go mushy, “you…you just have a nice laugh…” you looked away from him. He always knew how to make you flustered but you knew he never meant to “ohhh… thanks!” His once worried expression replaced with one of his signature smiles.

“You know you alway look so cute when you’re embarrassed!” You whipped your head back at him like it was about to explode “w-what” he moved his hands to cup your face “see! The look you have right now is soooo cute!” He leaned in more his lips just centimetres away from yours “whenever you look like this… I wish I could kiss you…”.

You had to be dreaming right now, there was no way Yuji Itadori just confessed that he’s thought about kissing you.

“So… can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Can I kiss you silly…?” Your breathing hitched and your heart beat picked up, it felt like it was going to jump right out of your chest, you shut yours eyes and nodded, you really really hoped that this wasn’t a dream.

with your consent Yuji locked your lips with his, his lips were smooth and warm again yours. Your hands moved to his neck deepening the kiss and making it more passionate, when you both pulled away he moved his lips to your ears “I’m really glad Gojo sensei didn’t come to pick us up…” his low tone made butterfly flutter in the pit of your stomach

“Yeah… me too”

And with that his lips were back on yours. This was one of the best train rides you’ve ever experienced.

— yours truly, Viki

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its-the-pilot · 7 months

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Waves | 6 | Rooster x Reader

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This chapter is a little longer than I was expecting, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You and Bradley make a decision. (Mav's niece!reader)

Warnings: swearing, adult banter

Length: 3.4k words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Chapter Six

The weeks that followed the kiss on your front porch proved to be hectic for both you and Bradley. Your schedules had become jam-packed with early mornings and late nights, leaving few opportunities for you to spend time together.

Fortunately, the whispers and stares that followed your outburst had died down and you felt comfortable spending a night out at the Hard Deck again, so you had made plans to meet there after work. That’s where you found yourself nursing a glass of wine and checking your phone every few minutes, hoping for a text from him.

Penny wiped down the bar as she prepared for the Friday night rush, casting a knowing glance your way. Her eyes took in the fitted navy blue dress you had worn to work that day and offered an appreciative nod. “You look cute tonight, honey,” she smiled. “How late is he?”

Looking up from your phone, you took another drink of your wine before answering. “Almost an hour. I texted him and he hasn't said anything yet, but I doubt he's still in the air, the others are here already.” You sighed, motioning toward the pool table not far from you, where the other aviators were hanging out. “I thought things were going so well, and I just… what if he changed his mind?”

Penny nodded in understanding and reached across the bar to take your hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re overreacting, hon. Men in uniform, especially aviators, have unpredictable schedules, you know that. There’s probably a perfectly good reason for why he’s late. Give him a chance to explain.”

You squeezed her hand back in silent thanks and smiled when you heard a familiar voice behind you. “Sorry to eavesdrop, but you’re looking for Bradshaw?”

Turning your head, you found Jake standing there holding a pool cue. “Yeah… do you know where he is?”

“Probably still back at the hangar,” he offered, moving to sit on the stool next to yours. He had been half listening to your conversation with Penny since you sat down, curious to know more about the woman that had Rooster smiling lately. He'd tried getting it out of the man himself, but was unsuccessful. “Got stuck doing push ups after his flight.”

It was common knowledge among those who worked with the pilots in training that any screw-ups in the air led to some sort of correction on the ground. In recent years, that correction had taken the form of push ups numbering in the hundreds depending on the infraction.

“What happened?” You asked, shifting to fully face the blonde as Penny attended to other customers. Jake had come by your office for sessions a few times since your first encounter, and you were starting to build a rapport, seeing the real man behind the Hangman mask.

He passed the pool cue he was holding to another aviator, his shrug conveying a sense of indifference. “He was just being Rooster.”

With an eye roll, you finished your wine and set the glass aside. Callsigns and how they were determined had always seemed silly to you and for the most part, you chose to ignore them. “I don't know what that means, and something tells me I don't want to.”

“He doesn't take any risks. Always waiting for the perfect moment,” he elaborated, resting his elbow on the counter. He was wearing his civilian clothes tonight, a pair of well fitted jeans with cowboy boots and a t-shirt that said Fly Navy on it, his sunglasses hanging from the collar.

“So he’s cautious. Sounds like a good thing to me, especially if he’s looking out for his wingman.” You ordered another glass of wine for yourself and a beer for Jake when Penny passed by.

Jake thanked you for the beer, but shook his head at your statement. “He has to be able to take the shot, even if the conditions are less than ideal, and he doesn’t. At least he didn’t today.” He considered you for a moment, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. “You ever fly one?”

“Only in training, but I go up a few times a month with different pilots for research.” Although you had earned your wings during your training, it was your least favorite part of the job, though undeniably necessary.

His grin widened and he leaned in, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the music as the jukebox kicked on “Maybe I can take you up sometime, show you how it’s done.”

That was what Bradley saw when he walked into the bar, still wearing his flight suit, the top half tied around his waist exposing the black t-shirt he wore underneath. He hadn’t changed, wanting to get to the bar as soon as possible since he was over an hour late.

It didn’t take him much time at all to cross the bar, his eyes narrowing as he approached you and Jake, his emotions clearly running high. He couldn’t hide the pang of jealousy he felt when he saw you laughing at something the blonde had said. He called your name just before he reached you, wrapping his arm around you possessively and pressing his lips to yours when you looked up, your eyes wide with surprise.

He felt your body tense under his fingers, the initial flicker of panic running through you before you realized it was him and he smoothed his hand over your back, a silent apology for startling you.

Jake leaned back against his bar stool, taking a swig from his beer, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he watched the scene in front of him. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour. How’d those push-ups treat you, Rooster?”

When Bradley finally broke the kiss he looked over to the other aviator, his arm still wrapped around you. “No problem, Hangman. It was arm day anyway,” he quipped, motioning between you and Jake. “What’s goin’ on with you two? Having a good night?”

“Just offering Doc a flight, to show her how it’s supposed to go,” Jake replied, seeing the flush creeping up on Bradley’s cheeks as he continued to tease him.

You found yourself caught in the middle, feeling like a toy they were fighting over. “Children…” Shaking your head, you turned to Jake with a polite smile. “I was just telling him it was unnecessary. I already have my flights for the month scheduled. Thank you for the offer though, Lieutenant. I’ll see you around.”

Hangman looked as if he had more to say, but he thought better of it, choosing to back down as you dismissed him. He stood and gave you a two-fingered salute before heading back to the pool tables, leaving you alone with Bradley.

Once you were in private, you turned and smacked him in the chest, earning a grunt of surprise from him. “What the hell was that?” You hissed, your cheeks flush with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. His unexpected entrance was clearly fueled by jealousy over your conversation with Jake, and while you didn’t mind the kiss, you didn’t appreciate being treated like his possession.

Bradley moved to take a seat on the stool that had just been vacated, a look of confusion on his face. “Hangman is only out for himself, Dimples. You gotta be careful around him.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You have got to be kidding me, Bradley. We were just talking. He came over to tell me where you were, since you couldn’t be bothered to do so yourself.” Feeling Jake’s eyes on the two of you from his spot near the pool tables, you decided to defuse the situation by taking Bradley’s hand and leading him out to the deck, away from the growing crowd inside.

“I didn’t have my phone on me, and when I was done I came right over. I didn’t think a text was gonna matter that much.” He tried defending himself, but the look on your face told him he was failing. “I’m sorry.”

With your arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the railing of the deck and studied Bradley intently. “You used to do this in high school. There’s a difference between being in a relationship and being treated like a possession, Bradley. Besides, we agreed to take things slow.”

He sighed and ran a hand over his face, his gaze shifting to the multicolored sky as the sun set. You were right, he had struggled with jealous tendencies growing up, and you had worked hard to help him overcome them. But seeing you again reignited those feelings, particularly when it came to Jake. “The guy just gets under my skin.”

“Well, maybe you should hash shit out with him then,” you suggested, your tone gentle but firm. Conflict resolution and letting go of grudges had never been Bradley’s strong suit, evidenced by his difficulty talking about Maverick even after nearly fifteen years since their last argument. “But stop putting me in the middle. I’m allowed to have friends, and you don’t get to approve or reject them.”

Nodding, he stepped forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his mustache brushing your skin. “Forgive me?”

You looked up at him for a long moment, finally nodding. “This time, Lieutenant,” you warned, giving a teasing smirk as you looked him over, appreciating the flight suit and tight black shirt he was wearing. You typically didn’t like uniforms, but seeing Bradley in one gave you a new appreciation. “If we go back inside, can you behave?”

“Only if you can,” he smirked, a playful glint in his eyes as he noticed the way you were looking at him. Reaching for you, he pressed his body against yours, trapping you against the railing of the bar’s deck as he got the scent of sweat and jet fuel all over your clothes.

“Stop!” you squealed, laughing as you managed to get him to step back by tickling his side. Once he did, you gave him a light pat on the chest. “Let’s go get you a beer.”

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The rest of the night went well, the earlier tension fading as you sat with Bradley, chatting about your week while sipping your drinks. At one point, Jake caught your eye from his place near the pool tables and raised his glass in a mock toast. You smiled in return, silently appreciating the way he didn’t let the earlier dramatics bother him.

Bradley, for his part, kept a watchful eye on your interactions but managed to refrain from any further displays of jealousy.

When the crowd inside the bar started to thin out, he stood and offered you his hand, the familiar opening chords of REO Speedwagon’s “Can’t Fight This Feeling” playing on the jukebox. “Dance with me?”

Your face lit up with a warm smile as you recognized the song. “Of course, it’s our song,” you replied, taking his hand. He kept a respectable distance between you, one hand gently on your waist while the other held yours as you swayed to the music.

As you moved together, you couldn’t help the way it stirred up memories of your past together. “I remember the night we decided on this one.”

Bradley’s eyes were locked on yours, filled with tenderness and nostalgia. “Yeah, me too. Pulling out my mom and dad’s old records and losing ourselves in the music, sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace… some of my favorite memories are from that night.”

Moving closer, you rested your cheek against his shoulder, your eyes closed as you allowed the memories you had pushed to the back of your mind to resurface. You recalled the cozy nest you created with blankets and cushions, a place where you held each other and listened to music until sleep claimed you. It was the two of you against the world, especially when your uncle was away and you had the house to yourselves, and back then you thought those moments would last forever.

As the song ended, you lifted your head from his shoulder. “I missed this,” you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

Bradley tightened his arms around you and placed a tender kiss on the top of your head. “I did too. Honestly, this? Us coming together here, after all this time? Feels like fate. A second chance.”

You pulled back reluctantly, though your hand remained in his as you bit your lip and looked up to him. “Will you take me home? We can talk more there.”

He nodded, fishing his keys out of his pocket and handing them to you. “Go ahead and start the truck, I’ll take care of the tab.”

Taking the keys, you walked out to the Bronco and started the engine before sliding over to the passenger side, waiting for Bradley to return. The engine’s purr seemed to echo the mix of emotions that swirled within you -- trepidation, a touch of excitement, and a sense of anticipation that had been dormant for far too long.

Once Bradley climbed behind the wheel, he put the truck into gear and you exchanged a soft smile, confirming that you were ready to leave.

The drive to your house was quick, not giving either of you much time to think about the feelings that simmered in the air between you. When you moved inside, you settled on the couch beside Bradley, the room enveloped in a warm, comforting glow cast by a lamp.

After a moment of quiet, you took a deep breath and looked into his hazel eyes. “What are you hoping for between us, B? Do you want me to fall back in love with you?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “'Cause I don’t know how to do that when I never stopped.”

“I never stopped loving you either.” He admitted, his expression a mix of sincerity and vulnerability.

The admission hung in the air between you, a testament to the complex emotions that you both dealt with throughout your time apart. Your fingers idly picked at a piece of lint on your dress, a nervous habit, before you mustered the courage to speak. Your voice wavered, but you pressed on.

“Then why didn’t you come back?” You asked, your eyes locked onto his, seeking answers.

“Because I… I know this doesn’t make sense,” he tried, his hand gently covering yours in an attempt to offer comfort.

“It doesn’t.” Your response was straightforward, heavy with unspoken hurt that you had carried for years.

Bradley leaned in, never taking his eyes off of yours. “Alright, please, hear me out,” he pled, his voice soft and sincere. “I wanted to do something good. I wanted to spare you pain.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You didn’t save me from anything. I lived with that pain every day, Bradley, and I blamed you. I blame you for thinking you knew what was best for me when it was you all along.”

His shoulders slumped under the weight of your words. Releasing your hand, he ran it through his caramel curls, leaving them tousled. “I know,” he admitted, his voice remorseful. His eyes mirrored the way you were feeling, revealing the struggle he had with his past decisions. “I didn’t want you to wait for me. There was so much you wanted to do.”

“I wanted to do all of it with you!” Your voice cracked, a single tear sliding down your cheek. “And I would have gladly waited for as long as it took.”

He swallowed hard, his throat working as he struggled to find the right words. “I don’t deserve you,” he replied, the weight of regret plain on his face.

“Deserve me? Jesus, Bradley, don’t you understand?” You asked, frustration lacing your tone as more tears fell down your cheeks. “When I was alone at night I wanted you! And I cried for you, and I even hated you at times. I hated you because… because I would have chosen you no matter what. And you took that choice away from me.”

“I made a mistake,” he declared, lifting his hand to gently cup your cheek as he brushed the tears away with his thumb. He hated seeing you cry, it broke his heart in ways he didn’t think were possible.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “Yes, you did.”

“I did,” he confirmed, searching your eyes as he continued. “I hurt you, and I would do anything to take that back. But look me in the eye and tell me you don’t care about me the same way I care about you, and I’ll walk away.”

Shaking your head, your hand lifted to cover his that rested on your cheek. “I can’t.” You felt his hand move, his fingers lacing through yours before resting on your lap. “I do care about you. Which is why we can’t…” you pulled your hand away from his gently.

Every insecurity you had was rearing its ugly head at the same time and there was nothing you could do to stop it. “You’re gonna graduate from TOP GUN and go back to your squadron, on the other side of the country. Who knows when or if you’ll be back. We can’t start something.”

Bradley could sense the anxiety rising in you and frowned, whispering your name. “I’m just as scared as you are, okay? I haven’t felt this for anyone in my life but you. I didn’t think I ever would again, but then you walked up to me at the bar… from the moment I saw you, I knew.”

He was saying all the right words, dismantling your defenses one by one, and you hated that after all these years he still had that power over you. There was something about him, an unwavering confidence you’d never possessed growing up, and that certainty about everything had helped ground you more times than you could count.

Just being in the same room as him made you feel safe, and it was that feeling that left a Bradley Bradshaw-shaped hole in your life for fourteen years. You had learned to live without him, and now that he was here, practically throwing himself at your feet for forgiveness, you needed to decide if you wanted him back.

“I can’t stop how I feel,” he blurted out after waiting for your response, which had yet to come. “I know… what I’m asking is a lot. I can’t change the past, what I did, how I hurt you… but I want to be a part of your future.”

You finally reached for his hand again as you took a deep breath, your heart heavy with the weight of your decision. “I can’t change the past either, and I won’t pretend I’m not still hurt by what happened. But you’re here, asking for a second chance… that means something.”

Bradley’s face brightened with hope, but you continued with a note of caution. “If you want us to have a future, you have to know it won’t be easy. I’m not the same girl you left, and I’ve had my trust broken a lot, so it’s gonna take time to earn mine.” You paused, your grip on his hand tightening. “If you’re willing to work through this together, to prove that your words aren’t just empty promises, then I’m willing to give us another chance.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes, Dimples,” he promised, the relief in his eyes unmistakable. This was what he had been waiting for since he saw you that first night at the Hard Deck. “I’ll spend every day proving to you that I’ve changed, that I’ve learned from my mistakes.”

Your eyes never left his, searching for any signs of deception. When you found none, you closed the gap and kissed him deeply. Bradley responded with equal fervor, pulling you closer until you were comfortably settled on his lap, the skirt of your well-fitted dress bunched around your thighs.

When you finally parted for a breath, you spoke softly. “Stay. Please.”

“I just got you back,” he smiled, stroking your thighs tenderly. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, sweetheart.”

Chapter Seven

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eagerbby · 2 years

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ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ? - ᴇᴍ

pairing| Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| The year is 1999 and you might, quite possibly, be absolutely head over heels with a stranger you met online. Little do you know, he's not as much a stranger as you first thought.

an| part two to 'can I call you', this has become a series and I'm incredibly thankful for all that read my silly little stories.

warnings| 2k, not much to warn about

Part 1 | part 3

You sent him your number as soon as you got home from work, bounding up the stairs two at a time, locking your door and hurrying to your desktop as soon as you entered your room. Your parents aren’t home, off on some retreat that’s supposed to reinvigorate their marriage, whatever that means. Honestly you didn’t care, you’d spent the whole day watching the clock, waiting for your shift to be over so you could finally go home and talk to Eddie.

Eddie. You haven’t been able to get him off your mind since you both started talking, which was pretty shocking to you. Couldn’t quite believe how quickly your small communication turned into a full blown friendship, to an unrelenting crush. You didn’t know him, not really, weren’t even sure if he was who he said he was but it didn’t seem to matter. You liked him.

Your speakers whoosh as you log into AOL, clicking on his name and opening the chat log. Your heart is pattering against your sternum, body vibrating from nerves as you send him your number and a cute message.

PrettyiNProsed: Can’t wait to hear your voice, pretty boy.

You aren't the type to flirt with strangers over the internet and even after you became friends and your crush grew, you refrained from giving in to his attempts to flirt. It wasn’t easy, not in the slightest, not when it was so tempting to play along. You had a feeling he’d be easy to rile up, he tried to act all sauve, but he wasn’t as smooth as he pretended to be. You were sure of it and you were gonna prove it.

Your stomach drops when you realize it’s already been twenty minutes, sitting in your computer chair with your brand new phone laid in your lap, silently watching your screen. He's online, you can see that, but he hasn't said anything back and he hasn't called yet.

What if he doesn't call? Last night you had been so sure he would, he seemed excited, but now he was radio silent. Anxiety made you nauseous, picking at your cuticles and tapping your bare foot against the wooden leg of your desk. The rejection is already sour in your mouth.

You nearly fall out of your seat as the transparent pink phone in your lap comes to life.

Ring. Ring. Rin-

“Hello?” Your voice is soft, almost timid, as you listen to the slight ruffle over the line before a goofy chuckle crackles over into your ear.

“I knew you’d have a pretty voice.” He says, his own voice rich as honey, melodious, with a little huskiness that sends goosebumps rippling across your skin.

“Yours isn’t so bad either, Eddie.” It comes out a giggle, soft and airy, the smile on your face nearly painful from how wide it is. “I was worried you got cold feet.”

You can hear the sound of a lighter sparking and the way Eddie’s exhale shakes in his throat.

“You want the truth?” He asks. You roll your eyes, standing from your chair and walking over to your bed.

“No, Eddie. I want you to lie to me.” You say, flopping back on your bed as you twirl the cord around a finger. If only you could see the way Eddie’s whole body shivers at the sultry sound of your voice.

“Well if that's the case…” He trails off and you roll onto your stomach, bare feet kicking in the air.

“Eddie.” You warn with a roll of your eyes.

“Okay, okay. I, uh, I needed a couple minutes.” He says.

“A couple minutes to..” You egg him on, biting your lip at the way his little chuckle makes your body tingle.

“It’s not everyday I get to talk to a pretty girl on the phone, ya know.” He says, avoiding the question at hand. You smile into the phone, cheeks hot, a tornado of butterflies raging in your stomach.

“Are you sugaring me up, Eddie.”

“You’re already sweet as sugar, baby.”

Baby. God, you want to squeal at the word. It sounds like heaven coming from his mouth, making your heart thud hard in your chest.

“Are you gonna tell me why or not, hm?”

“You make me nervous, sweetheart.”

“Me?” You beam, brighter than the midday sun, voice muffled in the palm of your hand but Eddie hears you and laughs soft as a summers breeze.

“Yeah, you. You could have been an old man or something.” That’s the thing about the world wide web, you never truly know who you’re talking to. Lucky for you, you found Eddie.

“I thought the same about you, Eddie.” You admit, crawling off your bed with the speaker tucked against your ear and shoulder, ambling over to your dresser determined to get out of the itchy dress you wear. You pull out your night clothes and walk back to your bed, putting the phone on speaker as you start to change.

“Oh yeah? And yet you still gave me your number?” He challenges, a smile in his voice, you wonder what he’s doing as you slip out of your diner uniform.

“I had hope that you were real. Guess I was right.” You toss your dirty uniform into the hamper across the room before pulling the old band shirt on.

“Guess so. Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m changing, I had just got off work when I messaged you. I’ll die if I have to wear this uniform any longer.” After pulling some shorts on you crawl back onto your bed, Eddie’s silent for a couple seconds before he whispers right into the phone.

“What are you wearing?”

You laugh so hard you snort, laugh even harder when Eddie tries to take back what he’s said.

“I’m sorry that was weird.”

“Well, do you still wanna know?”

“If you’ll tell me.”

“Hmm, okay.” You pull at the black tattered fabric of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers. “I am wearing an old band shirt and some pink shorts.”

“Sexy.” He says and then- “What’s the band?”

“You’re gonna laugh at me.” You say, poking the teddy bear you placed in your lap.

“I promise I won’t, sweetheart.” He coos.

“It’s a Savage Garden shirt.”

He laughs so loud you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

“Eddie! You promised!” You whine, covering your face as if he could see you.

“I’m sorry, baby! I just didn’t expect that.” He’s still chuckling as he says it and despite him breaking his promise you still smile because once again he called you baby. You liked the thought of being his baby.

“You’re mean, Eddie. You wanna make fun of me? Tell me what you’re wearing, mister!”

“I’m wearing a Metallica shirt and some black jeans.” Eddie speaks with no enthusiasm and you imagine him in your head.

You picture him being tall, broad shouldered, crazy hair although you can’t picture what color or length. It’s the same with his face, in your mind his features are all a blur, like in a dream when you can see everything but their face. You spend a lot of time trying to imagine certain things about him, putting the pieces together like a puzzle. You knew his interest, knew his heart, knew his voice, the only thing left is to put a face to the man that you knew without a doubt -if given the chance- you could fall for.

“Lemme guess,”You ponder, crossing your ankles. “You also have a leather jacket, maybe a denim vest with patches are something and those jeans of yours, which I’m guessing are your favorite out of the handful that you own, have rips in them.”

Silence over the line and then his voice, soft, comes through.

“How’d you know?” He says, admiration clear in his tone.

“I know your type, Eddie.” You grin to yourself, rolling onto your side. The last of the sunset trickles through your window, casting soft orange rays across your carpet. It’ll be gone soon, replaced by a starry sky you wish you could sit under with him.

“Yeah? How so?”

“You’re a metalhead, kinda comes with the territory.”

“I guess so. Here, that just makes me a freak.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s what I like about you.”

“What else do you like about me?” You ask playfully, reaching to turn your bedside lamp on as the sun fades into the horizon.

“Oh I got a list around here somewhere.” He teases.

“Oh really, gonna have to show me one day.”

“Absolutely, sweetheart. Just tell me when and where.”

When and where. That was your biggest question; where did he live? If it wasn’t too far you’d drive to meet him, buy a room at whatever hotel or motel was around. Even better if he had room for you at his place. Didn’t matter, not really, you’d drive across the country for him. He’d become your best friend in such a short time, it didn’t matter what he looked like or where he was from, you just wanted to be around him.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. Anything.”

“Where do you live?”

He pauses for a second, scuffling making the line static, before he clears his throat and says-

“Hawkins, Indiana. What about you? I-if you wanna tell me. You don’t have to.”

Shit.

“Did you say Hawkins?” You ask, sitting up in your bed. You stand as he answers, walking over to your window to peek out at the street below. The sun has set, lilac clouds drifting across an indigo sky, the street lights on Maple just turning on.

“Yeah, it’s a smallish hick town like eighty miles outside of Indianapolis. Why?” His voice falls off, wavering with concern. Meanwhile you’ve dropped your phone, digging through the wicker chest at the end of your bed for your highschool yearbook. Once you find it you rush back over and pick up the phone, your hands shaking as you flip to the seniors, searching for his face among your peers. When you find him your heart skips a beat.

“Long dark hair, big brown eyes, you-” You giggle anxiously, running your finger over his smiling face on the page. “Eddie Munson, your name is Eddie Munson.”

Eddie’s dead silent and for a second you think he’s hung up, that is until you hear his shaky breath.

“D-Do you live in Hawkins?” He asks, sounding nervous.

“I do.”

“Holy shit.” He says, and then again. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Eddie, you okay?” You ask, sitting down in the middle of your bed, staring down at his picture like you’re speaking to his face. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out.”

“No, uh, no. I just… You know who I am and I still don’t know who you are.”

“Oh, you probably don’t remember me. I spent most of my time in the library or with my face buried in a book.” You lean back against your headboard. “I’m looking at your senior photo right now, you know.”

“Oh god, which year?” He asks with a scoff.

“‘97. You looked really cute.” You can feel yourself blush, unknown to you, Eddie’s face is bright red.

“Tell me your last name.” He whispers, but it’s loud, like he's holding the phone right to his mouth.

“No.”

“What? W-why?” He stammers, voice now booming through the phone.

“Are you busy right now?”

“No…”

“Wanna meet me at Forest Hills Park?” You’re already slipping your shoes on, finding your purse that you’d thrown as you entered your room earlier.

“Like, now?”

“Like, in ten minutes.”

“You’re… You’re not fucking with me right?” You can hear the uncertainty in his voice and it makes you sad. How many times had he told you about his highschool experience? You knew how badly people treated him. Mostly behind his back, but there were times you’d seen some dumb jock shove him against a locker as they walked past or how theyd scowl at him in the halls, call him and his friends names as they ate their lunch. Eddie didn’t know who you were exactly; only that you knew him. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. That must scare the shit out of him. Like walking into battle without knowing who your enemy is.

“I’d never do that to you, Eddie. I promise.” You mean it, every word.

“How will I know if it's you?" He asks and in the background you can hear the metallic clinking of keys.

“I’ll be the girl in the Savage Garden shirt and booty shorts. Can’t miss me.” This earns you a chuckle and your heart blooms.

“Okay. I’ll see you then, sweetheart.”

“I can’t wait.”

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🎄Love letters and mistletoes!🎄

Purple Potato Christmas Special!

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Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: One shot - Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, hint of angst on Izuku’s side (five sentences max)

Summary: With Izuku’s favorite holiday approaching, you decide to give your work partner a present he’ll never forget. Is that a good or a bad thing? - we shall see.

Warnings: Swear words, mention of someone getting hurt, Midoriya is quite depressed at the beginning of the story.

Two more warnings: The story is really fluffy and cute but it’s quite melancholic overall, except the ending!

Also, English isn’t my first language so please be kind! Feel free to send me a message if I messed something up really badly!

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“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Midoriya Izuku raises his glass of orange juice with a proud smile on his face. “Thank you very much for your hard work, as always. I’m so lucky to have you, guys.”

“Cheers, boss!” Your half-drunk colleague yells, making the whole team and Midoriya giggle with his shenanigans.

There is one thing everyone knows about the “boss”; he’s humble to a fault. Whenever something good happens it’s always his agency who gets the praise; Izuku Midoriya can’t take a compliment to this day and he just makes everything sound like a team effort even though he’s the one doing 95% of the job, saving people back and forth, 7 days a week with no holidays in between but he never even complains once.

Well, not in public. He doesn’t complain to anyone but you and that’s the biggest achievement of your whole life, to be honest.

You started working at Midoriya’s agency when you were twenty; pro hero Deku was already a big name back then. He was just about to open his own agency but he had no idea about the business side of it; you still have no clue how you managed to get this job with your non-existent experience but here you are, five years later, sitting in the massive meeting room now decorated with garlands and string lights, while you look at your favorite companion with nothing but love and respect.

Midoriya Izuku absolutely adores Christmas. He decorates the whole agency every year, usually by himself then brings a ridiculous amount of food for the team to feast on after their working hours which he insists he made by himself, but judging by the seasoning it’s probably Dynamight’s doing who also insists “he has nothing to do with this shit.”

Both of these people are terrible liars, by the way.

This year, you were lucky enough to help Midoriya with the decorations. You couldn’t believe it when he asked you to stay longer with him; he might be the friendliest person in the whole world but when it comes to things like this, he somehow enjoys to do them alone, with no one around, just him and the Christmas music blasting from the speakers as the sun slowly sets in the background.

He was much worse five years ago; he loved to chat around about silly things but he absolutely hated to talk about himself, about his feelings, about his plans, about anything that involved him, really; he always changed the topic to something else (or someone else) as the first personal question left the other person’s mouth. After a while, the team just gave up on Midoriya Izuku and they only talked about themselves with him but you couldn’t ignore the massive bags under the hero’s eyes, nor his self-deprecating words when someone somehow managed to make him talk about something personal; you’ve always found the most ridiculous excuses to stay behind with him, to be next to him, to give him support, even if it’s from far away.

Things have started to change on a gloomy Thursday afternoon; Midoriya’s agency managed to catch a massive villain group but not without a price; one of the sidekicks got gravely injured, barely made it out alive and you knew Midoriya was blaming himself for it.

You were just about to leave for the day when you heard the tiny sniffles coming out of his office; needless to say you threw all your belongings on the floor and ran towards the sound right away.

Midoriya was a mess. His eyes were swollen, tears streaking down his cheeks as he continued typing on the computer, completely ignoring his fickle mental state just so he can do some more work. He didn’t even look up from his screen as you opened the door; he tried to school the scowl on his face, he really did, but it was all in vain - he couldn’t hide his red-rimmed eyes or the bags under it.

“Hey, your shift is over, go home. Enjoy your evening, Y/N, I’ll be out myself in a second.”

Lies.

“I’ll wait for you then.” You sat down on the sofa right next to his desk, faking obliviousness.

The silence was awkward, but somehow Midoriya could sense that you wouldn’t leave even if he would have insisted for you to do so, so he nodded to no one in particular and continued his paperwork, continued the sniffling and then finally, the tears came and none of you said a single word about it.

Not until Midoriya Izuku finally broke.

“I should have been there. I should have saved him from that blow…” He muttered to the screen in front of him. You’ve never seen him so heartbroken before and it broke your heart, you could hear it shatter on the floor as you looked up to see the young, Number One hero who’s usually so full of energy and positive thoughts crouching by the computer with nothing but pure blankness in his eyes.

“You were on the other side of the battlefield. I checked the footage already. You can’t save everyone, Midoriya. No human being can, not even All Might.” You whispered into the silence. “She’s okay, by the way. It was a close call but she’ll be fine. Your quick response saved her life. You are not the reason for her suffering. You are the reason she’s still alive.”

Midoriya looked at you like this is the first time he’s seen you for real; your voice was raw, much deeper than your usual work-voice but apparently it was the right choice to show your real self to him because after this, something changed; his walls started to crack as he looked up at you, vulnerable and raw.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, but there was no malice in his voice; it was quite the opposite actually; it felt like Midoriya has opened up a bit, let you see the broken pieces inside him then he let you choose if you want to stay or leave.

“Because I really want to hug you.”

Midoriya’s walls shattered completely in only a few seconds after that. You wanted to share his pain and your wish was granted; Midoriya couldn’t stop the tears anymore, his cry loud and incoherent as he meandered over and sat down next to you. His head landed on your shoulders with a loud thump and he cried and cried, for a few minutes or hours, you have no idea but eventually, the sobs subdued and there was silence, a really comfortable one at that. Your fingers raked through the messy, unwashed curls as Midoriya finally let himself fall asleep in your arms, probably for the first time in the last 48 hours.

Something shifted around you two after that. You didn’t need to ask what’s wrong anymore; if you stayed longer for no reason Midoriya took it as an invite to went, talked about his life, about his problems, no fake smiles, just words and incoherent mumbles as Izuku let out everything that has been bothering him during the day in one go.

It was quite a surprise to see Midoriya’s “ugly” side; you didn’t think he had so much hatred in him, mostly towards himself, you didn’t think he could get so offended by stupid things like the comment section on his Instagram profile but the most surprising thing was that somehow, during his rants and smile-free conversations you managed to fall in love with his broken soul and it only got worse once he let you in when things were good as well; his smile came back and it became more real when it was only the two of you in the building and it made the butterflies have a break dance battle in your tummy, it made your chest tighten, and finally, it made your heart beat in a new, strange way and it felt so right yet so wrong at the same time you couldn’t decide what to do with it for years.

You two became close friends after that. Midoriya invited you to come with him every time his friends went out drinking then kept you close and safe until the end of the night, he opened your door for you and didn’t leave until you fell asleep. You were his plus one whenever there was an event he had to attend, casual or business, you stayed at his office and listened to him talk almost every day, but that was all, there was never a sign from him that he wants this to be more than a close, work-related friendship so you’ve never made a move. It’s not like there haven’t been a chance to do so; oh no, there have been several; like the time you two ended up cuddling on his sofa while you watched a movie after a ridiculously busy week. Midoriya’s fingers went up and down your naked arms while you nuzzled into his neck, happy and content and you were so close to leave a tiny kiss there, but you stopped yourself because you felt like… this, whatever this was, was too pure to ruin with your “dirty”, unrequited feelings.

You didn’t think you will ever have a chance and to be honest, you still don’t think so… But there was this one moment, just a few days before, that made you think that maybe, telling him about your feelings wouldn’t be the end of the world and knowing how understanding Midoriya is, he would probably fight for this friendship even if you fuck it all up with your confession.

You two laughed so much during the decorating and it really didn’t feel like overtime; Midoriya’s honest, sweet laughs were much better than the loaded paycheck by the end of the month. It took you guys ages to finish the whole thing so you two ended up crashing on Midoriya’s office sofa after a quick shower in the communal bathroom.

There wasn’t enough space for the two of you to be comfortable so soon enough you ended up cuddling, Midoriya’s thighs halfway down the sofa but somehow, both of you felt content like that, like it was normal, like it was meant to be.

“Y/N, can I ask you a silly question?” Midoriya mumbled, halfway asleep.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever felt like you have everything you’ve ever wanted but somehow, something is still missing? Is it selfish to want more than what you can get… sometimes?” You couldn’t miss the way Midoriya’s hand clenched by your middle as he said that.

“Midoriya, I respect you but all you’ve got is several mental issues and a good job. There is more to life than that.”

Midoriya’s ugly snort was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Like what?”

“Uhm…” You giggled into Midoriya’s neck. “Puppies. Seeing the world. Learning something new. And uhm… falling in love, maybe…”

“Have you ever been in love, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, and the conversation turned serious. “Is that something you wish for?”

“Only with the right person.” You admitted. “I don’t want to go on blind dates and stuff. I just want… this. Being content. And happy. With someone I respect and adore.”

“Are you happy now?” Midoriya’s voice was right next to your ears but somehow, it sounded so far away; like he’s talking to someone else, to someone watching you two from above, a deity or a guardian Angel.

“Right now? I am.”

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Being Midoriya’s friend was getting harder and harder every day. The urge to touch, to kiss the fresh scars on his nose were almost unbearable sometimes, especially on the days when Midoriya was hard on himself for no reason whatsoever. Thankfully, most days - now that Christmas was approaching - were filled with Midoriya’s laughter instead of the sound of his heartbroken sniffles.

The first day after decorating the office is always fun; everyone cheers as their eyes meet the thousands of colors swirling around the walls, dread of the early morning long forgotten; the Christmas snacks in the cafeteria makes everyone’s lunch a tiny bit more cheerful - there isn’t a single grumpy person in the whole agency on the first day.

After five years, you kinda got used to this but for you and Midoriya, this was a special day for another reason; it was the first day you two woke up in each other’s arms. Something shifted again, but you had no idea what; everything felt the same but somehow different, like the distance between you and Midoriya got halved, like he was in an arm’s length now, waiting for you to finally reach out but you were quite sure it was only the night before that made it feel like that. Until…

“I also brought some things in if that’s okay!” One of your colleagues spoke up with a shit-eating grin on his face. You love this guy but he’s always up to no good and once you’ve seen the mistletoe hanging right above you, you knew what’s his “mischief of the day” was. “Oh no, it seems like we need to kiss...” The guy couldn’t even finish his sentence properly as suddenly, Midoriya appeared out of thin air, right next to you; he spun you around once, making you laugh with his sudden cheekiness, then twice and you two ended up right under the mistletoe. Midoriya’s cheeky smile made your heart do a somersault in your chest and you swear your heart stopped for a second as Midoriya left a comically loud smack on your cheek and left the room, giggling to himself like a mischievous child. “Dang, boss, you are such a cockblock!” He yelled after his cheeky boss while he laughed - there is no way anyone can be mad at Midoriya when he’s in a good mood. He’s just too adorable.

All you could think of for the rest of the day was how soft Midoriya’s lips were and how much you wanted to taste them.

Maybe it’s time for me to tell him. - you thought to yourself as you came up with a Christmas present idea.

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“Next Christmas, I want us to thank you for your hard work, not the other way around.” You tell Midoriya as you two take a little break from cleaning out the office after the Christmas celebration. Calling Chargebolt over was a terrible idea - half of the team had to be taken home by a taxi as Chargebolt couldn’t stop refilling their cups while they weren’t looking. Needless to say, you two haven’t drunk at all, knowing that someone will need to make the place habitable again for tomorrow because hero life never ends, not even on Christmas Eve.

“Having you here with me is enough. It’s not fun to clean up alone.” Midoriya gives you that damn smile you can’t get enough of, even though you see it quite often these days. If this feeling inside your chest isn’t love you have no idea what love is. There is no way there’s a stronger feeling than the ache in your heart as you look at the small, barely visible wrinkles by Izuku’s eyes, the beautiful, gorgeous freckles that didn’t fade with age at all - they also make him look 10 years younger than he actually is - this ache in your heart is urging you to touch, to soothe, to please, to make the other happy; it’s painful but it’s also pleasant, a burn that stings but leaves a nice, tingly feeling afterwards.

“Midoriya… actually… Izuku…” You look up at the most important person in your life and he looks back at you with nothing but pure wonder in his eyes.

“Why does it sound like heaven when you say it?” Izuku mutters with a red face but you are too terrified to actually step back and think about his reaction, because this is it - You are just about to confess and ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for.

“I… I have a present for you. You don’t need to accept it. Please, only accept it if you… if you really mean it.” You mumble as you take out a small envelope and give it to him with shaking hands.

It’s so stupid. And so childish. There is no way in hell you can do this in a proper way so you focus on a random scratch on the wooden floor; you can’t look into his eyes while you slowly let your heart out through your mouth just so he can punch it back into your chest and break it into pieces. Not like he would ever would do such a thing, but still.

He looks at the small envelope with a happy smile on his face for a while then finally, he opens it up and starts reading out loud. You really want the ground to open up under you right now.

“Dear Izuku. (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.) No, I don’t, I like it haha - You won a prize! … what is this, Y/N?” Izuku giggles but the smile slowly disappears from his face. Every second feels like an eternity. It’s like something is choking you but you can’t do anything about it. “It’s a ticket for a one on one Christmas date with Y/N, platonic, or romantic, depending on your… de…cision.” Izuku looks up from the little card with pure confusion written all over his face.

“As I said, you do not need to accept this at all. I have a plan B. But if you do and you decide on the romantic date… I… I must add that the romantic ticket is non-refundable. And it’s not… for one day. Think about it a Christmas puppy. You give it to someone for Christmas but it’s a responsibility for a lifetime. Oh my god, that sounds so stupid, I’m sorry, I can’t do this, please just forget about it and give that back to me…” you try to get the card back but Izuku pulls it away.

“Do you mean it?” Izuku mumbles; you can’t look into his eyes, you can’t, but at the same time you really want to see his face right now, you need to see how he reacts. You look up from the floor for only a second; and that one second turns your whole life upside down.

Izuku’s eyes are full of tears, but somehow, his whole face looks… happy?

“What?” You mumble back, mesmerized by the sparks in Izuku’s eyes. Were they always so beautiful or is it just the magic of Christmas Eve?

“The romantic date… no refunds, for a lifetime… do you mean it?”

“Would I be shaking like a leaf if I wouldn’t? I’m freaking out, Izuku.” Your voice cracks by the end of your sentence, tears prickling your eyes as you try to keep eye contact.

“I also… have a Christmas present for you.” He mutters, not answering your question which is an answer itself. You know Izuku well enough to know what he means by dodging a question; he’s been doing that for a whole year before you two became friends and you hate how much it hurts to be on the receiving side again, especially in this situation. It was so stupid for you to do this on Christmas Eve. You ruined the holiday for you both and Izuku has been so excited about it and now every year, he’ll think about your stupid confession and how you ruined the only holiday he genuinely enjoys…

“Here. Please, read it. I want to see your face when you get to the end of it.” Midoriya gives you that damned smile again; the smile you love so much and it’s so out of place in this situation but somehow, it gives you hope; it makes you believe that maybe you didn’t ruin your friendship nor the holiday completely and this can be salvaged after all. “Please.” He repeats as he gives you a cute letter, steadying your shaky hands with his own; the feeling of Izuku’s rough fingertips on the back of your hands almost makes you yelp out loud but after a few deep breaths you school your face into something neutral and start reading.

“Dear Y/N. Getting a silly little letter from me must not have been on your bucket list but I hope at least it will make you feel happy. We’ve been close friends for four years now and knew each other five. I think about you as one of the most important people in my life and the feeling only got stronger and stronger as the days has passed and at one point, my feelings got out hand and wandered to an unknown path and it took me literal years to realize what they really mean, so I’m sorry if this letter is a little bit too late.” You need to take a deep breath. This letter sounds suspiciously like a love letter but Izuku has always been an emotional person so maybe, this is his way of telling you he thinks about you as family? “The first thing that made me wonder about my feelings was that… I love to touch you. I love to keep you close. I enjoy being with you alone more than I enjoy sharing a drink with you in a pub when my friends are around. The second thing was that somehow, over the years you got prettier in my eyes - you’ve always been pretty, don’t get me wrong but my eyes got caught on certain things a friend’s shouldn’t; your lips, your cheekbones, on the way your hair flies in the wind and small things like that. Then the third and final thing was only a few days ago; on the first day of our Christmas extravaganza when someone was about to kiss you under the mistletoe.

All I could think of was that… I want you to be mine.”

Your heart is having a hard time and so is your mind. This can’t be real. There is no way this happening right now…?!

“Izuku?!”

“Just continue.” Izuku smiles at you, his eyes full of affection. He moves his hands to your middle once he deemed you strong enough to be able to hold a single piece of paper and you can feel the twitch in the movement as he struggles to not pull you close and you can’t believe you’ve missed the sighs until now; Izuku looks at you like you are the prettiest star on the sky, like you are the reason the sun shines above you and it’s so endearing yet so natural… this moment, here, right now, at 10PM on a cold and dark Sunday evening… this moment was written in the starts thousands of years ago, you can feel it in your heart, in your soul, fucking everywhere.

“We cried, we laughed, we cheered, we mourned; we did all of these together but now it’s time for the next adventure - if you are up for it, of course.” You can’t stop sniffling as you get to the end of the letter. “So your Christmas present… is my heart. Because it’s all yours. It always has been. Is it even a present if it was yours for so long already? Great question. I think it’s the thought that counts.

Dear, Y/N. I love you. From the bottom of my heart to the tip of my toes.

Yours Sincerely;

Midoriya Izuku.”

There isn’t a proper word or a proper sentence to describe what you are feeling right now. You want to cry and laugh at the same time, you want to break down but you also want to stand tall and proud because your feelings just got reciprocated.

“We came up with the same silly idea, Y/N. If that’s not a sign then I don’t know what it is.” Izuku laughs as he finally pulls you close. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Izuku’s voice is so childish and so giddy you can’t help but laugh. He rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath; it’s all so new and so strange yet it feels so right, just so-so perfect it makes your heart melt into a puddle on Izuku’s office floor.

“You mean it?” You parrot his own words back to him with a cheeky smile which ends up much bigger than you wanted it to be; Izuku’s hold gets tighter and tighter around your middle, the distance almost non-existent between you two now.

“Can I kiss you now? Because I really really want to kiss you now.” Izuku mumbles, completely ignoring your cheeky retort. You do your best to make an offended face but it’s extremely hard to concentrate while Izuku’s breath tickles your lips.

“You are so impatient, Izuku, I haven’t even answered yet.” You giggle to yourself, your lips already touching Izuku’s, but only a tiny bit, it’s more like a tease than an actual touch. “Where’s the mistletoe, then?” You add cheekily and Izuku doesn’t say a word to that; his hand wanders to your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb then gently moves your chin up to look at the ceiling right above you; you notice that the mistletoe your colleague brought in is clumsily stuck to the ceiling with… tape. You can’t help but roll your eyes while Izuku’s happy laughter fills the office as he slowly moves back into your personal space and finally steals a kiss from you.

First, the kiss is tentative and slow, one peck then two then three; Izuku grins between the small kisses and suddenly something shifts; he barges back with more fervor, the kiss deep and scorching hot but Izuku can’t stop smiling so it’s also a little bit awkward but somehow it’s still the most perfect kiss you’ve ever had.

“I love Christmas.” Izuku kisses you again. “And you.”

“I love you too, you grumpy, adorable fucking nerd.” You finally deepen the kiss properly; you take his bottom lips in yours and suck on it, making Izuku yelp with the sudden action. It doesn’t take him long to take revenge though; he licks over your lip then barges into your mouth, his tongue having a slow dance with your own, his body flush against yours as you slowly kiss away the remaining two hours until the clock hits midnight and you two freak out over the mess you still need to clean up before the new day starts, but not even the lateness of the day nor the grimy work can ruin your mood as you two slowly get the building tidy until every surface sparkles under the shine of the rising sun.

“You should have just asked the cleaning crew to clean this up in the morning.” You mumble into Izuku’s ear as you two try to have at least two hours of sleep on the small sofa before the day starts.

“Well yeah, but then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you to stay for longer.” He admits sheepishly. You can’t believe this man.

“I fucking love you, you silly nerd.”

The end

Extra:

“Fucking finally!” Katsuki’s voice blasts through the speakers. You are not even surprised that Katsuki is the first person Izuku tells about the news, barely a few hours after you two got together. Also, he’s video-calling, because apparently, calling someone like a normal person is too ‘impersonal’. “You two, my place, tonight. We are having fucking Katsudon, thank the motherfucking gods above I don’t need to listen to you moaning about your unrequited fucking love anymore! Shitty hair! We need booze!” Katsuki yells to his half asleep flatmate. “Deku finally grew some balls! Also, you owe me 10000 yen!”… then he ends the call without even saying bye.

“Will we ever have a good sleep ever again?” You mumble to Izuku and his two massive Gucci bags under his eyes.

“No. Mum’s celebration will last a whole week. I hope you are not on a diet by the way, she loves to force feed people.” He smiles at you and …honestly? You don’t need any sleep if you can keep staring into those beautiful sparkling eyes full of love and affection instead.

“I can’t wait.”

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Potato ramble:

- Reader: writes a stupid note about Deku winning a date with her

Deku: Writes a full on essay about his feelings

Also Deku: Wow it’s the same!

Honestly Y/N, that present was so cringe, did you even try? 😂😂😂😂 ��

- There is one thing I realized while I was writing this: I hate one-shots. I don’t think I’ll ever do one ever again. They always feel so empty and rushed even if I try to put as much information as I can into it. I like to take my time with this stuff, show the audience how the two characters ended up in love with each other… so yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever do a holiday special ever again haha

- Sorry for all the folks waiting for the next chapters of my ongoing series, I absolutely hyperfixated on this one and I also knew I won’t be able to be on time with those two thanks to the Christmas rush in retail (bro, I’m dead) so I kinda gave up. They’ll be coming soon I swear!

- I hope you guys have a lovely Christmas or whatever holiday you guys enjoy around this time! I’m not a big Christmas person myself but I do like a good Christmas-themed fanfiction :D

If you liked this story, send me a lovely comment and check out my Master List! 💜

Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄

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thetriplets3 · 1 year

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chris realizing that he’s in love with y/n after a while of dating and he’s nervous to say it and plans out a really cute date and when he goes “i have something to tell you” the reader just goes “i love you, too”

♥︎ i love you’s ♥︎

With the sun peeking through the curtains it peacefully illuminates my room. With a gentle groan I sprawl out in bed stretching out my limbs. Tiredly, I reach to my bedside table and grab my phone. The usual notifications filled my lock screen but one in particular caught my eye.

“Mornin darling, you free around 4:30? Wanna see you, I miss you.”

My mood immediately improved seeing it was from you. I quickly sent you a text back before getting out of bed and getting on with my day.

“of course i’ll let you know when i’m leaving i miss you too”.

“See u then dress comfy”

We’ve been together for just under a year and we still haven’t said I love you to each other. This is both of our first relationships, we’re both worried of saying something wrong and messing things up. I truly can’t see myself with anyone but you but it’s hard to believe that when neither of us know how to express our feelings. I shake those thoughts out of my head and focus on getting ready. You told me to dress comfy so I pulled out a baby blue oversized hoodie, that I’m pretty sure is yours and some black sweats. I didn’t do much for makeup, just kept it light with some mascara and blush to add a pop of color to my cheeks.

Checking the time I see it’s 4:18. I grab my phone, sending you a quick message letting you know I’m on my way over. As I go to open the door to my car I find you standing there holding it open. You give me space to step out before wordlessly giving me a quick kiss and pulling out a blindfold from your pocket and tying it over my eyes.

“At least take me on a date before you blindfold me” I sarcastically say.

“Sorry blindfold first, date second,” you say as you guide me towards your room.

“I trust you with my life but the moment you take away my sight all that trust is gone. I’m defenseless,” I joke.

Entering your room you gently take off my blindfold, careful to not pull my hair. I take a look around the room to find my favorite movie queued up on your tv waiting to be played, LED lights softly illuminating the room, your bed covered in our favorite snacks topped off with some cozy blankets. I look at you with my eyes wide. You have the cutest, proud little smile adorning your face. It was soft and gentle, you looked so happy with yourself for surprising me. An upside down smile makes its way into my face, my heart melting at the effort you put into making a little us night.

“Wait, there’s more,” you say as you guide me towards your washroom. I send you a confused and suspicious look wondering what could be in the bathroom. Atop the counter are a few of my favorite face masks; some peel off, some silly animal sheet masks. I smile at the few candles that are lit; you remembered to get unscented ones knowing they can bother my head.

Standing on my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around your neck, pulling you in for a hug before whispering a soft, “Thank you,” in your ear.

We decided to start with the face masks then watch the movie. I’m sitting criss-crossed on the counter grabbing the makeup wipes I left here. “Can I do it for you?” you gently ask.

“Sure, if you want to,” I say as I hand you the pack of wipes.

Taking one out, you softly hold my chin on your hand while using the other to wipe the makeup off of me. I can’t help but look at you in awe, you’re so concentrated carefully making sure you’re being gentle with my skin. Seeing how delicate you were made my heart swell. I like seeing this calm relaxed side of you. When you finish wiping the makeup off you plant a big wet kiss on my cheek.

I throw my hair into a bun and start applying the mask to your face as you try to hold your hair out of your face. You tried to help but it kept getting in the mask so I pulled your hair into a tiny ponytail at the top of your head. I burst out laughing at how silly you look.

“Go ahead and laugh, you'll look just as stupid in a second,” you tease.

With both our masks on we decide to do something in the meantime as they dry. You grab your phone shielding the screen from my view as you press play on a playlist. I'm taken back when I hear my favorite song come on because it's not what you usually listen to. You waste no time pulling out the most random moves you can think of earning a giggle from me. That's something I've always admired about you, you don't care what anyone thinks of you. You do what makes you happy. I quickly join you matching your dance moves. We continue dancing and laughing our heads off for a few more songs until the timer to rinse our masks goes off.

With our freshly clean faces, we get comfortable in your bed with our snacks. While we're watching the movie I can't help but think what tonight was all for because this isn't typical of you. Sure you planned things for us to do all the time but this soft, delicate side of you was rare.

“Chris?” I ask as you pause the movie to pay full attention to me. “Was there a reason for tonight? I mean I loved it but what made you do all this?” I questioned.

“I've been wanting to tell you something, but I haven't figured out how, because words can't even begin to explain how I feel about you, so I tried saying it by planning all this, but I just-”

“I love you too Chris” I say with a big smile.

“Took the words right outta my mouth. I love you. I'm sorry it took so long to say it”.

“That doesn't matter to me, all that matters is that we know now,” I say, giving you a kiss.

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layla4567 · 5 months

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Hello! thanks for the D-90 fanfic, I know he was a secondary character and there is no so much material about him and I appreciate that you agreed to my request and did your best :D ! this time, may I request a mobius x reader? super cute super fluff

Thank you for your nice message, I appreciate that you liked it even though it was a little short. (I made it a fem reader but I never really describe the gender of the reader I hope you don't mind)

My silly little man

Mobius x Fem!reader

Summary: You want to organize something special for Mobius because you started to think that you don't really know when his birthday is, in fact, no one who works at the TVA really knows when they were born. After discovering that you were not created by the time keepers, your mission will be to find out Mobius' birthday with the help of Loki and give him a nice gift.

Warnings: just fluff

Word count: 3k

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With your hands framing your face and your elbows resting on the table, you listened attentively to Mobius talking about his favorite topic, jetskis.

"They are super fast vehicles and glide through the water like fish. I think it would be great to get on one of those, I would feel like Poseidon!"

Mobius' little eyes shone with excitement with every sentence he said and his body language was that of a happy child, he leaned over the table, moved his hands and from time to time he giggled, in short, he couldn't stop moving.

"And the best of all is that despite their size they are very light and can be carried on by more than one person.."

You nodded and smiled, memorizing every useful fact about jetskis. Suddenly Mobius remained silent, looking at you somewhat embarrassed.

"Hey… I'm not boring you, am I?"

"No! Of course not! It's funny when you talk to me about those jetskis"-you said surprised

He smiled with relief and ate a piece of his key lime pie. He wanted to take a break and decided to go with you to the pie room where you two were now. Whenever he felt stressed or discouraged, his favorite dessert that gave him the best comfort was key lime pie.

"You haven't tried your pie, aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, when I listen to you I forget everything else."

He seemed to blush and smiled shyly, you decided to take a taste of the pie. It was mint green and had a scoop of cream on top. When you put the fork in your mouth, your eyes widened.

"My God Mobius! It's delicious!"

"Have you never tried it before?"

"Ah ah"-You shook your head as you stuffed your cheeks with the delicious key lime pie. You looked like a bloated squirrel.

You finished the key lime pie before Mobius but you did it in such a hurry that you didn't realize that you had gotten cream on the corner of your mouth.

"You've got something… a little dirty. Here, let me help you."

Mobius took a small handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and wiped the corner of your lip as you moved closer to him and made eye contact.

"Better?"-you asked

"Much better"-he said smiling

You smiled back warmly, he was a great man always willing to help. So gentlemanly and helpful with a fatherly attitude that no one else at TVA had. Although it is true that sometimes he was a little strange and made bad jokes, you always laughed because you adored him.

"Well I thought I was the only person who loved pie´s but I see that someone else beat me to it."-He said pointing to your empty plate.

You laughed, looking down and shrugging your shoulders, and when you looked up again you saw on the clock that it was time to go back to work.

"Oh, I think we talked too much, I better go back to my office, I don't want Miss Minutes to get angry."

He waved his hand dismissively. "That cartoon clock? Don't worry, she's probably busy chatting with Mickey Mouse and his friend Donald Duck."

You laughed again this time harder at his silly joke as you both got up and went back to your offices.

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Hours later you were sitting pretending to work but in reality you were looking through the Mobius archives looking for important information, while from time to time you looked through their jetski magazines. Loki, who was next to you, looked at you out of the corner of his eye, intrigued. Suddenly he rolled up a magazine and hit you on the shoulder with it, you jumped and turned around offended.

"Ouch? What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be working?"

"Ugh forget it Loki, you're not interested in what I'm doing."

"Right, but do you know who would be interested? What was the name of that grumpy judge who was a friend of Mobius? Oh, I remember, Ravonna! She'd be very upset if she caught you lazing around."

He made to stand up with a mischievous smile to tell Ravonna about your lack of efficiency when you stopped him by the wrist before he left.

"Fine, you win!! I'll tell you what I'm doing but don't tell Ravonna."

"I'm listening"

"I need to know Mobius's birthday"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"It's just that… haven't you stopped to think that no one here remembers the day they were born? Now we know that we are variants but we don't remember our birthdays, for example, you remember when you were born, right?"

"Of course I remember"

"See? That's my point, it's important to remember our birthday to know who we are, and Mobius needs to know who he is, or at least be reminded."

Loki looked at you for a while, thoughtful.

"Are you sure that's the only reason you're doing this?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well, I mean, it's curious that you only want to know Mobius's birthday and not anyone else."

You avoided making eye contact with him and blushed slightly, you didn't want to lie to Loki because he was after all the god of mischief and no lie escaped him, but you didn't want to be so obvious either.

"Well, you know, Mobius is an important worker at the TVA, he is very good and understanding, loyal and patient and… he is someone important to me.."-you said in a low voice

Loki laughed, unable to contain himself, and you looked at him, frowning. Did he dare to mock you just now?

"I already knew that, I just wanted to see you admit it."

You punched him in the arm with your fist while he continued laughing. A while later he calmed down and told you

"Okay, I'll help you with whatever you need."

"I knew you would do it"-you smiled

You both agreed to use a Tempad to be able to travel to the Mobius timeline, without anyone finding out.

Walking shoulder to shoulder the two of you advanced through the halls of the TVA finding a place where you could open the time door without anyone seeing you, unfortunately Mobius was nearby talking to B-15 and saw you.

"Oh hey Loki, Y/N where are you going?"

"Oh uhh we were going to… we…-"-You murmured nervously.

"An alert sounded on our Tempads, it's just an annoying variant. Not very dangerous"-Loki said confidently helping you get by.

"How strange, no alarm went off in my Tempad"

"Not in mine either"-B-15 said, looking at them suspiciously.

"Well, I guess you'll have to send them to O.B to check them."

Loki smiled calmly and placed a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you to continue walking. They both walked away from Mobius and B-15 without looking back for fear that they would follow them. When they finally made sure that you and Loki were alone, they opened the time door.

"Phew, that was close."-you sighed

"Yeah, and be thankful that I saved you because you don't know how to lie."

"Hey!"

You couldn't say anything more because Loki rolled his eyes and pushed you slightly so that you crossed the time door and he followed you from behind.

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When you two walked out the door, a strong ray of sunlight hit your faces, forcing you to squint. A fresh breeze moved their hair and the soft singing of the birds sweetened their ears. In front of you was a picturesque house with toys lying in front near the sidewalk. Loki put his hands on his hips and you stood still waiting for something to happen.

"So, this is where the original Mobius lives, not bad, I mean, it's not the palace of Asgard but it looks comfortable-"

"Shh, someone's coming!"

From afar you saw how Mobius approached carrying two huge garbage cans making it difficult for him to walk. He was wearing a white shirt and pants with a blue vest, you sensed that it was the uniform of his original job.

"Ok guys we have a new rule and that is any toy found outside your room is gonna clasified as garbage. That is trash"

You watched as Mobius gathered the toys and felt your heart sink, so he had children. And if he had children that meant that maybe he also had a wife… you wrinkled your brow just thinking about it. Suddenly a blonde boy who was squatting ran out while Mobius called him shouting his name, to make matters worse another slightly older boy came out from behind the house and went for his brother. You lowered your head a little crestfallen, you no longer felt so much desire to visit him.

"Hey, what's wrong?"-Loki asked you worried

"Nothing, I don't think it was a good idea to come…"

You were about to turn around when Loki stopped you by the arm.

"No, no hey, hey wait. I know this seems strange but just because he has a son doesn't mean he should have a wife. Maybe he's a single father."

You didn't seem very convinced but you still stopped and turned to look at him.

"Besides, do you really think that if he had a wife, all those toys would be lying in the yard? Don't you think she would have already gone out to see what was going on?"

You hadn't thought about that, of course, Mobius seemed more like the kind of father who would be single and his children would drive him crazy. You smiled tenderly as you thought about that and as you remembered his fatherly attitude at the TVA, it made sense now.

"You're right, we shouldn't dramatize so much. Let's try to talk to him."-you sighed in relief

You and Loki walked towards the house where Mobius was still gathering the toys, carrying them under his arm as best he could. He suddenly turned around and was surprised to see the two of you.

"Oh hello there, do you need anything?"

Why did your throat feel dry every time you went to talk to him? The words didn't seem to come out of your mouth and your hands were sweating. You hated him. Loki once again came to your aid.

"We wanted to ask you something"

"Do you want to buy a jetski?"

Suddenly you forgot all nervousness and took a step forward

"Are you a jetski salesman?"

"Of course! That's what I dedicate myself to. Don, to serve you"

He extended his hand to shake it and you gladly did so. You were happy to know about his past and why he was always interested in those vehicles, finally the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fit together.

"Come with me, I have some excellent jetskis in my garage that I want to show you"

Don stepped forward and you whispered in Loki's ear.

"Don is a nice name, it suits him"

"So you think?"-he grimaced

The gray-haired man opened the door to his garage and showed them two beautiful jetskis in good condition.

"These are my greatest treasures, I shouldn't sell them to you but my wife is no longer here so no one is stopping me."-he laughed softly

Upon hearing that you raised your eyebrows without being able to contain yourself. Loki spoke to downplay your not at all hidden reaction.

"They are beautiful but we are looking for other models, could we chat inside? If you don't mind, of course"

"Alright, do you want something to drink? I have a couple of beers."

"It wouldn't be wise, we have to get back to work in a bit."

Suddenly Don seemed to notice your clothes and nodded smiling. Upon entering Don's house you could see that the disorder was also present there and not just in his yard. There were plates and pots piled up in the kitchen sink. On the table there were crayons, papers, glasses and tin soldiers. He hurriedly took out those things, apologizing profusely.

"Sorry for the mess, single dad."-He smiled embarrassedly.

"Do not worry I understand"

You looked at him, smiling tenderly, watching each of his movements and how you moved away his children's toys and drawings. Despite everything you thought he was a great father

"Well, sit down please, what model of jetski were you looking for?"

The three of you sat down and you and Loki looked at each other in silence not knowing what to say, you hadn't planned what to say, usually you improvised on the fly, especially Loki.

"Well we needed a big jetski of a specific color..."-it occurred to you to say

"Yes, yes and it is a special color to identify it from the other jetskis"-Loki said

"Okay, what color would it be? We have green, yellow, blue.."

"Purple maybe?"

"Or how about mother-of-pearl and gold?"

"Ok, that's a unique color."-Don said

You looked at Loki wanting to rip his head off. After all, he couldn't stop being the eccentric prince that he was. Don looked at the two of you confused, trying to guess if you were playing a prank on him.

"Look, I'll bring a magazine from the store where I work so you can see the prices and colors. I'll be right back."

When the gray-haired man left the kitchen you jumped up and looked around the place trying to find something that would tell you Mobius' birthday. On his refrigerator there were a lot of photos and notes stuck with magnets. His children's birthdays were written in the notes but not his, obviously. You sat back down quickly when Don returned with a jetski magazine.

"Well here it is, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

You took the magazine smiling and approached Loki so you could both see the jetskis, obviously you had to feign interest so Don wouldn't get suspicious, but how could you get him to reveal the information you needed? Suddenly something occurred to you

"We are actually looking for a jetski to give to a friend for his birthday"

"Wow they must love their friend very much. I would have loved to receive that as a birthday gift"-he laughed

"Really? When is your birthday?"

"Oh it's already happened, it was October 15"

You looked at Loki and smiled at him, winking, he looked at you surprised at your abilities.

"Well in that case, happy belated birthday."

"Thank you"

You and Don looked at each other smiling tenderly, Loki smiled happily but then cleared his throat, bringing you back to reality and reminding you that they had to leave. With regret you saw Don again

"Well, I think we'll come back another day, there are so many jetskis that I can't decide"

"Yeah, and also if we don't go back to work our boss will get angry."-Loki said

The gray-haired man looked a little sad but managed to give a small smile.

"Oh ok, I got it. Please come back whenever you want, you are welcome in this house."

He walked you to the door but before leaving you grabbed his hand and gave it a loving squeeze.

"Thanks for everything"

The way you said it suggested that you thanked him for more than just showing you his jetskis. You and Loki left the house and returned to the TVA through the time door.

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"And now what will we do? We already know that Mobius's birthday is October 15th but we still don't have any gifts for him"-You sighed frustratedly, sliding into your seat.

"And we should decorate the place too, just saying"

You rolled your eyes, growling and covering your face.

"Loki, you are not helping, instead of saying what I already know we should do, propose an idea"

"Sorry i'm trying! I have never had to organize a birthday party before"

You scratched your head, frowning and trying to come up with something.

"Well we could ask O.B to design something for Mobius, maybe a miniature jetski, you know O.B is good at inventing and fixing things"

Loki nodded listening attentively.

"And to decorate the place we will have to ask B-15 and Casey for help. We won't be able to do it alone"

"Pftt speak for yourself"

You looked at him frowning and he laughed but then he got serious and cleared his throat.

"Alright, let's go see that little inventor."

It didn't take long for the two of you to reach the basement where O.B worked. As always he greeted them smiling happy as a clam.

"Guys! It's nice to see you! What are you doing here?"

Suddenly you felt a little bad about what you were going to ask him, O.B was already a busy man and his office seemed like the result of a whirlwind of things, all messy. But Mobius was priority now

"I need you to try to recreate a miniature jetski, it doesn't have to be perfect. You can do it with whatever you find, screws, wires, whatever you want. Just try to make it look like a jetski"

You handed him a magazine that you had taken from Mobius's desk drawer so he would know the exact shape he should recreate.

"Ok! May I ask why do I have to do this?"

"Well, it's a gift for Mobius but don't say anything, it's a surprise."-you winked

"Alright, I won't say anything, I promise"

You and Loki left the little bespectacled man to work and headed into the hallways looking for Casey and B-15. They went a long way when they found Mobius again.

"Hello again, have you caught the variant yet?"

"What variant?-"

Suddenly you stomped on Loki to keep his mouth shut. He grabbed his foot, growling and looked at you angrily. You only saw Mobius and smiled nervously.

"Yes, we already caught it, luckily everything turned out well"

"Hmm, right."

You quickly took Loki by the arm, cursing inwardly while Mobius stood with his hands on his hips, looking at them suspiciously. He wasn't stupid, it was obvious that he knew something was wrong, and Loki almost ruined it.

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Mobius was upset and confused, pacing back and forth trying to figure out what you two were up to. He was racking his brain trying to figure out if they had gotten into trouble and were afraid to tell him. To console himself he ate a slice of pie. He suddenly realized that you spent a lot of time with Loki and he felt weird. Was it jealousy? But why would I be jealous of Loki? He was his friend and you… you… well, anyway. He told himself he didn't have to worry. When you finish eating the pie. He went to see O.B and was surprised by the silence there was, it was a heavy, suffocating silence as if something was lurking and was about to attack him. When he got to the basement he didn't see anyone, he turned around to look somewhere else and that's when he found a large banner with his name and the phrase "Happy Birthday."

"What the..-"

Suddenly Casey, O.B, Loki, B-15 and you came out from behind the engineer's desk and yelled "surprise!". Mobius turned around, startled and confused.

"What is all this??"

You approached with your hands behind your back and smiling from ear to ear.

"It's a birthday party, listen I know it sounds weird but you never knew when you were really born so Loki and I went to your original timeline and found out! Isn't it amazing?!"

Mobius opened his eyes wide and murmured.

"You and Loki did what? Why?"

"We all deserve to know where we come from to know who we are. We must know our past to understand our present. Today is not October 15 but we still wanted to celebrate that somewhere and at some time on earth you were born"-you looked at Loki and the others

"And remind you what a good person you are, and a great friend too"

"A loyal and helpful TVA agent"-B-15 said

"The man who always visits me and asks me how I am"-O.B said

"Or the man who is always patient and knows how to listen"-Casey said

Mobius looked at everyone moved and then looked at you.

"And most importantly, the person who is always there for everyone, who is understanding, passionate and optimistic. You always know what to say and when. We care about you Mobius, especially me"

Mobius didn't know what to say and his eyes were already wet, when from behind you you took out the gift that O.B had finished, a pocket jetski made of metal and welded. It was a little rustic and lacked paint but it was perfect

"I apologize for not being able to paint it, I didn't have time"-O.B said

Mobius laughed tenderly and grabbed the jetski, tears of happiness now running down his cheeks. He admired the piece of metal as if it were a treasure, that was more than he could wish for or imagine. He looked at all his friends smiling, he couldn't believe they had done something like that for him.

"I really don't know what to say, thank you"

"You don't have to say anything"

You hugged Mobius and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he melted into your arms inhaling your perfume and closing his eyes like a newborn being lulled to sleep.

"I love you silly little man"

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small note: I'm not an astrologist or anything but I couldn't decide whether to make Mobius of the sign cancer or libra, in the end I decided on libra lol

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just-a-carrot · 4 months

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[SPOILERS FOR OUR CINDERELLA, GENZOU'S ROUTE]

Hey, Carrot!

I managed to finally find the time to finish all the routes of OC, and I LOVE IT🤧🤧💜

You nailed the shoujo intro song and ending, btw, instantly had a smile on my face when I heard them🤣🤣

I was giggling with all the silly combos. Definitely going to replay to get every single one of them.

I was also looking up words to understand some of Orlam's messages (one of which was listed as "archaic" in the dictionary, btw LMAOOO). He's so weird when it comes to vocabulary, I love him😌🤣🤣

Also, that one chat about miniature Genzou was so cute it had me screaming😭😭. It reminded me of this ask:

And I was ecstatic when I saw the Iggy pose I suggested, I love it so much!!🤧🤧🤧

It was really touching when Gen said that he wouldn't change a thing about him for anything in the world and Iggy started CRYING 😭😭😭. The same thing with other times he's said it in the main game. That one sentence always gets me for some reason🥹🥹

Also, the little post-credit scenes were sooo sweet!!! I gasped with the first one that I got, wasn't expecting it at all🤧🤧

AHHHHHHHHHH thank you for sending this in with your thoughts??? Ahhhfdkgjadkfad I'm very touched AND VERY HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT GUHHHHH 😭💕

LMAO ABOUT ORLAM'S VOCABULARY BEING ARCHAIC sounds about right... He uh... you know... he just has a very varied and interesting vocabulary~ 😌

HELP I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THAT DOODLE HAHAHAHAHA sob that's so real. I'M GLAD YOU LIKE HOW THAT ONE IGGY POSE TURNED OUT LAKDJFAD It was such a cute suggestion I couldn't resist (and also adding the variation for if you have Oswald teehee 🤭)

I'm really happy you liked Genzou's ending so much... it was the one that made me tear up a lot while working on it 💦 My heart can barely take it 💦💦

At any rate, I'm so glad you ended up liking the game so much!! It means so much you'd take the time to tell me your thoughts about it 😭💕 I'm so happy in general with how much people are enjoying it!! This game feels so special to me for some reason ladkjfas so I'm both really nervous but also really excited to have people finally be able to play it 🥺

#ask: oc #ask: ow #ask: iggy #ask: genzou #ask: genzy

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skylolawrites · 1 year

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Hii! Would you mind writing a fic with lee ren zotto and ler uki? hehe both of them are my favorite vtuber, and the actually interact a lot and even make collabs. Have a nice day btw!

A challenge spins to a cute interaction?

A supa dono asked Uki if he could tickle Ren, and it was a very adorable atmosphere with the two. Sonny, Alban, Luca and Ike also appear✨🌌

This is a tickle fic of it isn't your thing, you can go off <3

This is a SFW only tk fic :)

Oh my goodness hello! I sprang with joy when I got your ask I hope you enjoy this. I love Uki and Ren so much💜

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Uki and Ren are doing irl Collab! The two have done a meet up, and are looking forward to this stream. The chat is zooming with heartfelt messages. And silly messages. And what ever you may think of.

"I think it's time to properly begin Ren!" Uki happily announced to Ren. Ren making happy squeals. Uki giggled at Ren's little squeals.

"hello, chat. How are we all doing today?" Ren asked his wholesome chat. "Ahhh, you all are having a good time! I'm pleased to hear it!"

"Ren you forgot about me!!!" Uki poked Ren's side. Uki made a small squeak.

"Uki I didn't forgETEHE- I was about to say you're here too!" Ren replied to Uki a warm pink blush appearing on his face.

Uki mesmerised by Ren's adorable reaction, he kept it in mind.

"Haha, what ever you say, Ren" Uki smugly replied Ren playfully rolled his eyes.

"As you have probably has known from the tweet, I have said we will be doing a little challenge." Ren giggled. "We're going to see if we can beat Minecraft together!"

"I can already tell this is going to go wrong " Uki teased Ren.

"SHUT UP!" Ren said playfully amused. "also, L + ratio"

Uki pretended to gasp. And nudged Ren.

As the two was in the game, reading chat. Uki was on the ASWD keys and Ren was doing the mouse.

"UKKKKKIIIIIIIII STOHOHOHOP GET- TURN AROUND!!!" Ren loudly said, Uki crackled.

"HUHUHUH? I AM DOHOHOING THE TUHUHURNING! IDIOT- YOU MOVE YOUR MOHOHOUSE!" Uki replidd back with laughter.

It was night time in the Game, and a creeper was behind them. Ren took an opportunity and did the annoying thing ever. He faced the creeper.. BOOM!

The "you died" screen showed up. And Ren boomed with laughter, Uki coukt help but smile at him. Too adorable..

A supa appeared on the screen, and Ren was too busy laughing to see it. Uki saw, the supa.

"A Ren and Uki collab?! Ren laughing is too cute. That sound from earlier which Ren made sounded like a squeal. Did you tickle hiim? If you did could you do it again?! Thank youuuuuu!"

Uki's model smiled whilst reading the supa and nodded. And proceeded to tickle Ren's tum. Ren laughed surprised.

"what the UHUHUHUKI?!?! AHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHA!!" Ren laughed squirming in his chair. "WHAHAHAHAT??"

"Ehehe, Someone donated a supa asking me to tickle you" Uki replidd enjoying this, Ren looks like he was enjoying the tickly affection.

"SOHOHOHO EMBAHAHARSING!!" Ren laughd, blushing.

"Eehehahah" Uki giggled. "You're so red! Like a tomato!"

Ren got even more embarrassed. "Shuhuhut ihihihihit ihihihi'm NOHOHOHOT a tohohohomatohoho! SHUHUHUSH CHAHAHHAHAHT!"

"oh what's chat sayin?" Uki asked teasingly looking chat chat. "awww I agree too, Ren is a little cutie"

This made Ren laughing more. Ike, Alanyan, Sonny, and Luca joined the VC the two was in.

"AWWWWW SOOO CUTEEEEEE!" Ike cooed. He was being honest after all.

"Sooooo adorable" Luca also said.

"AWWWWWW, get him Uki!" Alban said to Uki encouraging.

"Uki Uki daisuki, Ren your laugh is so contagious, and cute!!" Sonny said in a cute way to make Ren even more flustered.

Which indeed made Ren flustered.

"NOHOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOU GUHUHUHUYS AHAHAHAHA-" He couldn't finish his sentence as Uki's. fingers travelled to his neck. "nOHOHOHO Uhuhuhuhuki!"

"Nah, I'll stay here. I like it!" Uki said poking his neck and squeezing it gently.

"UHUHUHUHUKI NOHOHOHO!" Ren said laughing, "trying" to fight back.

"Stahahahahp!!!" Ren giggled. Uki did stop and give Ren little raspberries, which drove Ren a little bit crazy. "EEHHEHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!"

"AWWWWWW!!!" The 5 said in unison.

Chat was having the time of their lives. Ren being tickled was so cute to them, hearing Ren laugh like a child is very sweet to hear. Uki patted Ren's neck to get the ghost tickles away. And the two hugged.

Luca, Sonny, Alban, and Ike was smiling so much.

"Well I guess chat this stream is gonna be fun!" uki said and grinned.

"hahaha, yea" Ren giggled replying back.

#nijisanji en tickles #nijien tickles #ren zutto #uki violeta #nijisanji en #luca kaneshiro #alban knox #ike eveland #ler!uki #lee!ren #vtuber tickling

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heymrspatel · 1 year

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Hello loml, 7, 19, and 28 plz and thank u 😘

leaaaah! meeeeel! 💙✨ you're both on the same wavelength and i love you both so much! (cc @gardenerian)

7. things that always make you smile i feel like i smile so easily? lol but these are for sure some definites: - seeing a dog waddling down the street - receiving pictures and videos of all the pets. pls let me see your babies. - when my nephew decides randomly that it's time to dance. - seeing all the rainbows in my little creative corner of the apartment. i think everyone should have sun catchers. - knowing that i'm being so awkward/silly but not being judged. - waking up to cute messages.

19. the last thing that made you laugh out loud some guy outside screaming at a pigeon.....

20. a skill you’d like to learn i wish i could get better at cooking. like, just whipping up a meal with what i've got instead of looking recipes up. because i really suck at that lol!

28. what characteristics do you like about yourself? bah! um i think i can be funny. and kind. i think i give nice hugs. i may not always know what to say but i can listen. ok don't make me say more the end.

😌✨chill asks✨😌

#babies these questions are so ✨you✨ like i'm not even a bit surprised that these are the ones you both chose!#ask game #whatwouldmickeydo #gardenerian

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bonniebird · 2 years

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Writing AI

@joeynihil I put your request in this writing AI that I found because I was curious what would happen look what it wrote xD

"And now it’s time to send in our cute little secret weapon."

Also the AI is called Dreamily-beta

Sookie looks around and sees them but doesn't react. She just stands next to you. Bill gets his phone out of his pocket and sends you a message. “Sook, I'm sorry I didn't believe you! Please come back home right away. It's okay if you don't want to see me again. I will understand.” There's silence in the room until suddenly the sound of footsteps fills the air and you turn to look at Sookie. “Oh my god, are you alright? What happened? Where are you hurt? Is it serious? Let me see your arm.” You gently move her sleeve up and examine her arm. It’s wrapped neatly and you say that she'll be fine and that everything is going to work out. But something still bothers you and you ask her to sit on one of the chairs because you need to talk about it.

Bill and Eric sit down too. As Eric watches Sookie, he has an epiphany. Sookie and Eric have dated for a long while now but neither had the courage to tell the other how they feel. Bill had asked you out last week when she came over for tea after work. They'd been dating since October. After months of flirting with him and being friends with him before the relationship started, Bill finally made a move and asked you out. You'd accepted immediately, telling him that you liked him but had never felt the same way about him.

Bill was happy and told Sookie what he said before you left so that you could hear. Now Eric understands why Sookie hadn't acted on her feelings for Bill. He's in love with Bill and had known it for a long time. He knew it even before they broke up and even though it may seem silly, he feels like Bill likes you instead of him.

It' also a good thing that Bill had confessed to you. It means that Bill wants to break up with you but needs your permission first. That's how Bill does things. When Bill wants to break up with someone he asks to meet with them in private, not letting anyone else join him. This means that he's asking you to trust him. And if this is true, that means that Bill really cares about you and would do anything for you. This might explain why Bill wanted you to meet alone in his office.

This isn't the kind of thing Eric would think twice about if he were in Bill's position. He wouldn't hesitate either. He loves Bill and he knows Bill loves him too. He'd never let something like a relationship get in the way of their friendship or his love for Bill. But there are certain ways in which you are different from Bill. You both know about your past, your abusive past. You've always felt guilty about it, especially when the two of you fought in bed late at night because of what you did. He never blamed you for anything.

Even though you're older than Bill, you can tell by looking at Bill's face that he never blamed you either. And although he knows that Bill thinks of you as his girlfriend, sometimes it's hard to imagine you dating a man who's more than 20 years older than yourself. But if you really do care about each other, Bill should ask you to trust him, especially now that Sookie's injured. The fact that it seems like Sookie had just found out she loved Bill only adds weight onto Eric' case. The three of you sit in silence for awhile.

Then you hear someone approaching you and Sookie looks up. Standing in front of you is one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen. Her hair is blonde and wavy and hangs in ringlets framing her face. She has light freckles and soft eyes. She smiles warmly. "Hi, Sookie. My name is Kristy. I'm here to help take care of you!" You stand up and give her a hug. "Thank you so much! We really appreciate it! It's so nice to meet you!"

#written by an ai

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morethanbunnies85 · 8 months

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A day in the life of a random picketer

Got up kinda late this morning because I was kinda frustrated and bummed out about the news yesterday. We all thought they were negotiating and it turns out they thought they were decreeing?

Felt frustrated enough scribble a messy new message on my sign. I'm tired of being cute about it.

Got to the picket line later than I wanted to. Passed the gate and saw a really good turnout. More people than yesterday. Guess I'm not the only one who was mad.

Honked as I passed and people raised their signs in that way we do to say "thanks for your support".

Parked and walked through a neighborhood... said good morning to a resident watching the picket and he kindly reminded me to stay hydrated.

Walked for about an hour by myself, just in my head. Scanned for friends and didn't see any.

The energy was good. Tired but determined.

I felt a little bit emotional for a minute. Just frustrated that we're still here. I passed a sign that used to say "100 DAYS STRONGER" but they'd scribbled "114" over it.

Saw an older man who was clearly a voice actor doing silly voices for a couple little kids and their moms who were taking a water break. The kids were giggling their faces off as he gladly made a fool of himself for their amusement.

A pair in front of me ran into a friend from a show they worked on a decade ago. They smiled and hugged and kissed cheeks and cheerfully caught up with each other.

Heard snippets of other convos... a lot of "can you believe those assholes?" and half-joking (half-not) pitches for TV shows between friends.

Saw people introduce writers they'd worked with on different shows to each other. Lots of "oh, you guys should know each other, you'd get along!"

A couple writers behind me noted the humidity takes a lot out of them and an older writer overheard and gave them shit for their lack of stamina. They started joking around with each other.

A big beautiful dog chilled near the line, tied to the gate in the shade. Relaxing and watching over us. Someone brought him water and chatted with him like he was a person.

A speaker was blasting music - a Taylor Swift song came on that a show I worked on used in the finale. I was overcome with the feeling of missing my job. Sitting in post with the editor as they take songs the music supervisor sent over and try them in the scene we're watching. The exciting feeling of getting goosebumps when a song really works, and all looking at each other like, hell yeah. That's the one.

As I dodged a hole in the sidewalk with cones around it, I heard my name and a friend from a show I used to work on caught up with me. We chatted about our spouses, kids, new hobbies, our frustrations with the news yesterday & the industry as a whole. We both scrambled up the ladder just before they started pulling it up and we're worried what that means for the longevity of our business and the people who came in just behind us.

Another friend who's been in the business for a while & is quite successful and knows a lot of execs assured us that everything that happened yesterday is just part of negotiating and to not be disheartened.

Someone in front of us overhead us talking about animation and introduced herself. She just graduated law school and wants to be an entertainment lawyer. The conversation ended up being them teaching me about how K-pop groups work. I had no idea there were generations and that we're currently in the fourth one. I love listening to people talk about the ephemera of things they love.

Passed another friend I've known since we were PAs at one of the studios. Back in town from celebrating his fiancé graduating from nursing school. We waved enthusiastically at each other from afar - we run into each other on the picket line all the time so we know we can catch up later.

A truck with a LOUD horn honked in solidarity which startled us but we still raised our signs in appreciation. An Uber driver gave us some tentative honks and we saluted him too.

We made room for a truck to cross our picket line delivering a Bentley to someone on the lot. Many snarky jokes were made.

A famous actor who was in a show that was influential to me when I was a kid walked by with his sign. It almost didn't even register because he's there every day. A rando showed up and started taking video and I tried not to notice because people are always taking photos and videos. I don't love how I look when I end up in people's pics but honestly who does?

We chatted, sweated (a LOT), didn't drink enough water, built community, expressed frustration... until the captains blew whistles and shouted that we were done. Led us in a chant of "one day longer ONE DAY STRONGER" and then we broke.

I gave some quick sweaty hugs to friends. We promised to get together somewhere to do co-working on our strike specs.

I usually snag some free food from the picket line but today I caved and went and got fast food chicken tenders.

As I drove home, the blast of cold AC in my car reminded me of being a college student in Texas in 2007, watching that strike from afar. Fascinated, scouring blogs and forums online for information on what was going on. Hoping that the writers would win, and hoping that one day I could be one of them. And now I am. And one day you might be, too.

I went home. Sweaty. Tired. My hip hurts. I'm frustrated, and emotional, and worried - for my family and for everyone who works their ass off in this business because we love what we do but don't want to be taken advantage of for it.

I want it to be over. We all want it to be over. We want to go back to work. But not with a bad deal. We'll be here 'til then. I'll be there tomorrow.

Well, maybe I'll let tomorrow be my day off. But I'll definitely be back Friday. And next week.

And the week after that.

Until this is over.

#picketing #wga strong #strike

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