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Your "Genshin man love languages" is making me all fuzzy and warm inside and I'm kicking my feet in the air and and giggling and trying to act normal I swear-

If you feel like doing more, would you mind doing it for Zhongli as well? And whoever else you feel like throwing into the mix? Thanks for making my day better, hope you have a good one yourself!!!

AAAHHH!!!! It makes me SO happy to hear you enjoyed it!!! Literally nothing makes me feel as good as hearing my work made your day better. I’ll cry ♡

Genshin Men and Their Love Languages Part 2!

If you haven’t seen part one with Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, and Thoma, go ahead and take a look! Read and see what your sweetheart partners do to make you feel loved ♡

Zhongli, Xiao, Wanderer x gn!reader II romance, fluff!!

Notes: Xiao’s is really long but I just couldn’t help it!! I need the Xiao stans to rise up cause I don’t know anyone else who likes him :(

No one in Liyue Harbor is new to the sight of the refined and composed Zhongli walking arm in arm with his pretty little lover—he totes you along everywhere, the koi pools, the various shops in the square, the boat docks. You two take multiple daily walks together; one in the morning, one (or two) in the afternoon, and one at night. This routine of yours was Zhongli’s idea—“My dear, every moment I spend with you is a blessing.” he said, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his lips to place a soft, purposeful kiss to your knuckles, “If you’d allow it, it would be the most gracious gift for you to join me on a few strolls throughout the day. So that I may be selfish and have more of you.”. This, of course, exemplifies his love language of quality time. You’d think Zhongli, who has lived though so many moments, experienced so much time, would no longer see the value in the seconds of a ticking clock. He’s had thousands of years to experience anything he wanted, a mere ten minute walk is a speck of dust in the utter expanse of his lifetime. But a ten minute walk by your side? He would give absolutely anything to experience it; mora, hours of labor, his right hand, anything. And he has the privilege of it every day for free. All because you’re gracious enough to bless him with your love—he feels like the luckiest man to ever traverse the plain. Every moment with you is truly precious to him; every word uttered from your mouth, every touch to his arm or shoulder or face, even every sip you take from the tea he brewed for you—just watching you enjoy the treat during your teatime fulfills him like nothing else ever has. Your existence may be one one-millionth of his lifetime, but every second you exist in the world is a second Zhongli desperately holds to his heart. You brighten his entire life, you are a glimmer of starlight in miles upon miles of the dark volume of the sky. He will treasure you for absolutely every moment he gets to.

Xiao is, respectfully, an idiot when it comes to expressing affection. He’s new to physical touch, so he rarely reaches for you, uncomfortable with the new feeling and worried about hurting you or drawing your anger somehow. The most you’ll get out of him, on a good day, is maybe sitting between his legs during a cold night. And I mean cold. You’d better be shivering. You might even be able to coerce him to wrap his arms around you if you really play up how cold you are. He also isn’t sure exactly what gifts humans like—he’ll regularly bring you qingxins because you expressed your favor for him, but other than that, he’s pretty lost. Like a bird, any shiny or colorful thing he finds while he makes his rounds around Liyue, he’ll bring back for you. You have a collection of various colored feathers, buttons, even some crystals! He’s also just horrible at expressing his feelings though words. He’s not used to feeling these things for another person, so how the hell is he supposed to convey their meaning when he can’t even interpret it? And he really doesn’t have a lot of time for dates and dinners when he’s busy protecting Liyue most of his days and nights. Of course, he’ll set aside some time for you—he can’t ever stay away from you for long, and if you call his name he’ll be at your side in a second, but it’s not really the surefire way for him to assert how he feels about you. That leaves only one more love language, one he is actually proficient at, rather than just trying his best. Acts of service. He has spent his entire life in service to Liyue, and now that you’ve entered his life and become something just as precious to him, he’ll do absolutely anything and everything for you. Especially when it comes to your protection. He personally escorts you anywhere you need to go; to work (though he doesn’t understand why you must put yourself through labor?), to the market (though the crowds make him nervous, it panics him much more so to think of you bearing a sea of potential predators alone), on your walks through the beautiful groves and mountains of Liyue, anywhere you’d otherwise be alone. If he can’t be with you during these times, he entrusts you to Morax and only Morax. Though he hates asking the archon he serves (or used to serve…) such a favor, he’ll do it in a heartbeat if it ensures your safety. You don’t mind it either, Zhongli is a wonderful companion. If there’s anything you need, Xiao does not hesitate to fetch it for you. You need to go to the market for eggs? No need, without you even asking he’s brought back at least twenty from the roof of Wangshu in. You need Cor Lapis but have trouble mining it yourself? Consider it done. And don’t even get me started on if you need assistance in a fight—you’ve never even seen an enemy because no matter where you go, Xiao was already a mile ahead of you, taking out any camp or gang of unsavory characters.

Not only does he ensure you’re safety while you’re outside in broad daylight, but he watches over you every night while you sleep without fail—he never wants to leave your side when you’re in such a vulnerable position. If you play your cards right, you can even get him to cuddle with you, despite his reservations about how being under the covers will delay the time it takes for him to grab his weapon, should danger find its way into the room. “Isn’t it more prudent for your arms to be around me, that way your body is shielding me from any outside threat?” you say, such a cute pleading look on your face. He can’t argue with that one, so you get your way—having substantial cuddle time with your lover. In this way, acts of service enables physical touch! Oh how he’s such a fool for you. And, though he’ll never admit it…he loves the way holding you feels. You’re warm—like his own personal sun, and you smell so wonderful—he unconsciously buries his face in your hair or your neck, just to get a little bit more of your sweet scent. And…you’re so soft; he loves the way his hands feel pressed against your torso or gently rubbing up and down your arm. You hands too…they’re so soft and delicate, he finds himself holding and massaging them after you’ve long fallen asleep. There is no limit when it comes to what Xiao will do to keep you safe and happy, you come first to anything—you have his heart, and with it, you have him. Absolutely all of him.

Wanderer, like Xiao, has absolutely no experience in the romance department, let alone the intimate relationship department at all. His friend group consists of exclusively Nahida and the Aranara. And Nahida can read his thoughts (if he lets her). So there’s not a lot of expressing his affection for others that goes on in his life. Now you’re his…lover? His…confidant? His…absolute only person he will ever give his heart to and it’s a miracle you even got it but now that you have it he has no idea what to do but he loves you so deeply that it makes his soul ache? Yeah that’s about right. He tries to express how he feels through words, but they come out wrong, and he usually masks them with a taunting remark. He tries to be physically affectionate, but he’s so terrified of rejection, he can only bring himself to hover-hand your shoulder at most. The physical affection responsibility falls to you and you alone. So it’s up to you to give him hugs and kisses and all of the relationshipy things! He acts like he doesn’t love it, but the redness of his cheeks betrays him. His favorite is when you get really excited about something, and you suddenly grab him and mash his cheek against yours in a hug around the shoulders—bouncing and planting a kiss on his face. He goes completely silent and complacent, red in the face as he softly reaches to hug around your waist and hold you as you squeal and celebrate. He feels weird doing acts of service for you; it’s not that he doesn’t want to. If you ask him, he’ll do anything for you in a heartbeat (though he may complain). But he’s scared to do something without you explicitly telling him to—worried he’ll mess up and draw your anger or resentment. He won’t admit it, but he does enjoy your company, though he’s nervous to ask it of you. Anytime you spend by his side is a remedy for his lonely soul—engaging in idle conversation or walking the forest together, he’ll take absolutely all of it, though he may lie and say you bug him. Though if you try to leave, he’ll physically get in your way with a “but now that you’ve already spoiled my afternoon, you might as well stay.”. The love language he is most comfortable expressing, the one that leaves the least amount of fear in his chest at the notion of being rejected, is surprisingly, gift-giving! Any little trinket that makes him think of you is collected in a heartbeat. He’ll pick flowers, fruits, even leaves if it might be even be remotely enjoyable to you. He knows you love Zaytun peaches, so nearly every time you two go on a date or otherwise meet up, he’s brought you a crateful of them. He always has to help you carry them to your house, which is a sneaky way to get to spend more time with you! He always excuses it away with “I just picked too many for myself while I was out.” Sure. Remind me, didn’t you say you loathed anything sweet? Oh, you don’t? Right. When he finds himself in the marketplace, any hair pin, bracelet, necklace or fabric he thinks will look pretty on you, he’ll purchase with a pout on his face and a bashful look away from the cashier. He just can’t resist the desire to see you wearing something so beautiful…something that frames your natural beauty…something that came from him. When you do wear something he gave you, he can barely stand to look at you for more than a few moments, nervous you’ll hear his artificial heart thundering in his chest. Though, when you’re distracted, he can’t help but stare at you with the most puppy-eyed, loving gaze…you really are so lovely. Wearing something he picked for you makes him feel like your his—like you’re pridefully adorning a mark that tells the world you belong to him. You make him finally feel secure that someone loves him…that someone is proud to be with him and feels grateful for him. You’re a grounding force in the complicated labyrinth that has been his life. You represent new hope for him…hope for stability and love that lasts.

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alecmagnuslwb · 2 years

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Afterlife

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“No, fuck that. I did my bit. I lost you, I helped save the bloody shambles of the world and now I get to spend eternity with you building pubs in the sky. I’m not going back and I sure as shit ain’t doing it without you,” John shouts, he doesn’t want to yell at her. It’s not her he’s mad at, it’s the world, it’s the whole damn afterlife he’s mad at.

He watched her die and now he’s standing here with her right in front of him. There isn’t a version of how this plays out that doesn’t involve them together. There’s no future for him down there without her.

“John, there’s no other-“ Zatanna starts but John shakes his head stopping her.

“No, don’t say that Zee, don’t tell me there’s no other way,” he says stepping back in front of her. “You know the man you fell for. Stubborn bastard. There’s no telling me there’s no other way.”

“I’m dead,” she says sadly. Long dead at this point. Years, months. He’s honestly not even sure. He drank his way through the early days in a haze.

“And so am I,” he says gripping both of her arms. Just a few minutes dead in his case, but dead all the same. “So either we both stay that way or we both go back.” He drops his hands throwing his hands up in anger at the sky. “You hear that you fuckers!” he shouts at whoever on high is listening. God, Satan, Powers that Be. Fuck them all.

Zatanna steps over to him kicking the toe of his boot with her own to grab his attention from shouting at the sky.

“Bane of my existence or non-existence I swear,” she says fondly.

“I’ll tie myself to a bloody heavenly tree if I have to. Fuse with it or something, I’ve spent enough time with Swampy I could probably sort it. Talk whoever’s ear off I need to till I get what I want,” he says reaching out and twirling a bit of her hair around his fingers.

She just snorts a laugh at him. “Well,” she shouts looking up at the sky. “You heard him and trust me he can talk and you will want to blow up the afterlife once he starts.”

Someone up there must be listening because between one breath and the next there’s a bright blinding white light.

John wakes up on the floor where he died a few heroes he couldn’t be bothered with floating around him. He groans and tilts his head to the side to find her laying right next to him.

“Coming back from the dead is always so annoying,” she grumbles eyes still closed her fingers reaching out to gently brush his.

The world’s still kind of a shithole, but at least she’s here.

***

The beach is scattered with what’s left of the world. Heroes in tatters, loved one’s lost. He feels like the luckiest most selfish bastard in the world that he gets to have the one person he loves more than anything leaning into his side. Real and warm and breathing. With her corset on and that choker that would look like costume jewelry on anyone else. She’s here and it all feels kind of unbelievable.

“I could fix it,” Wally whispers, dejected and broken and barely aware. “Wipe it all away.”

Zee shifts at John’s side and reaches out a hand to rest on Wally’s shoulder.

“Fresh slate? Is that allowed?” John asks. He kind of wishes he hadn’t smoked his last cigarette now.

“Not exactly anyone left around to tell me it isn’t anymore,” he says his tired eyes meeting both of theirs. He’s the last of the speedsters the literal weight of the world on his shoulders.

Zatanna squeezes his shoulder once. “I’m not saying no, because this isn’t exactly a good world to be living in, but are you telling me I came back from the dead after this one had a one-sided shouting match with a higher power just for everything to restart again?”

“One sided shouting match with a higher power, huh?” Wally says lifting up from the rock he’s been resting on.

John shrugs. “I mean what’d I have left to lose?”

Wally takes a deep breath stretching his limbs before letting it out. “What do any of us have left to lose?” he says over his shoulder bracing himself to take off.

“Well, damn so much for being risen, huh?” Zatanna says leaning back into John’s side as Wally revs up some more.

“Good news a fresh start means that whatever higher power I ticked off won’t be coming after me one day,” John hums in thought as Wally takes off into the sunset.

“True you’ve got enough of those after you as is,” she sighs leaning her head on his shoulder. “Think we’ll find each other when it all starts again?”

“Without question. I was meant to annoy you in every life,” he says with a sad smile hoping the universe gives them one more shot. He presses his lips to her head as Wally sonic booms in the morning light and everything just starts to fade away.

***

She’d stand out just about anywhere, but in the last hours of the night with only a few stragglers in the Oblivion bar she might as well have a spotlight shining down on her. With her feet kicked up on the table she’s occupying still nursing the same half empty glass of beer she’s had since she walked in an hour ago and ordered she’s a beautiful vision in the dingy light.

“It’s almost last call, you want another one?” the bartender asks, not Traci she must be off for the night some new guy who doesn’t know that John has a drink cutoff well established here. The words cause John to swivel his attention away from the beauty in the blue lace bralette top, leather jacket, torn up black skinny jeans and high heeled holographic electric blue boots with bat wings in the laces.

“Sure,” he says shoving his empty glass forward. He probably shouldn’t but it’s his birthday, he might as well splurge. He didn’t think he’d make it past 30, achieving 35 is a pretty big deal. The bartender fills the drink and John takes it rotating around in his seat. He glances over at the woman again and decides fuck it if she tells him to get lost it wouldn’t be the first time a beautiful woman shot him down. He stretches up from his seat adjusting his tie before he heads towards her table.

“This seat taken?” he asks tapping the empty chair across from the woman. She looks up at him big dark blue eyes scanning him from head to toe. She doesn’t show interest or disinterest just an intent look like she’s trying to figure out every secret he’s ever had. He hopes she can’t there’s a lot of trash buried in there.

“No,” she says after another up and down look over him.

“Well can I take it?” he says meeting her eyes, there’s an odd familiarity in it. Not just like they’ve met before, but like they know each other. It’s odd and he can’t even begin to place.

“I’m thinking about it,” she says a little smile up ticking at the corner of her lips.

“Would it help my case if I told you that it’s my birthday?” he says with an answering smile.

“Kinda, mostly cause it’s a little sad this is where you’re choosing to spend your birthday,” she says with a chuckle dropping her feet from the table. She pushes at the chair and John takes it for the invitation he assumes it to be. He twists it backwards moving it maybe a little closer than necessary, but still a respectful distance away from her.

“Constantine,” he says sitting down his drink and holding out his hand. “John Constantine.”

She takes it and John swears he feels a spark at the touch of her fingers against his. “Zatara,” she says clearly mocking him for introducing himself like a James Bond wannabe. “Zatanna Zatara.”

“Zatara,” he says with a raised eyebrow recognizing the name immediately. In a magic bar there’s no way the name is just a coincidence. “You’re the Great Zatara’s kid. That’s gotta be a hell of a thing to be.”

She drops his hand slowly. “It’s something that’s for sure,” she says with a smile taking a sip of her beer. “Raised and trained by a legend. May he rest in cigam.” Sparks of blue fly off of her almost galaxy painted nails at the backwards word. Just like Great Zatara’s signature way of doing things. He thinks it sounds a lot better coming from her than it ever did hearing Zatara when he’d pop up on tv or anything else of the sort.

“You can ask whatever you like about him, I’m used to it,” she says after a beat, taking John’s silence for a fan figuring out how to ask the big questions and not for a man transfixed by magic dancing on the fingertips of a beautiful woman.

“I was actually gonna ask about you. Never was a Zatara fan, didn’t like his moustache,” John says with a shrug.

Zatanna laughs brightly covering her mouth to control it. “That’s my dead father you’re talking about,” she says still laughing despite her attempts to stop.

“You’re the one laughing,” he says with a smirk.

She just shakes her head leaning forward on the table. “So it’s your birthday, huh? Mine’s in a little over a week,” she says shifting her glass back and forth between her hands.

“Got any big plans?”

“Well I definitely won’t be sitting in a magic bar on the edge of nowhere by myself at two in the morning,” she says tilting her head with a smile. “But I’m not big on birthday’s, tend to keep them pretty lowkey.”

“Maybe I can come by, buy you a drink, summon a little cake or something,” he says finishing off his drink.

Zatanna huffs. “We’ve only talked for a whole five minutes, it’s quite presumptuous of you to think we’ll still know each other in ten days.”

“Oh come on, you can feel it can’t you, we’re definitely gonna still know each other in ten days,” he says leaning forward and maybe it’s a trick of the light but he swears he sees a little blush dusting her cheeks. He leans forward even closer pulled to her in a way he’s never felt pulled towards anything or anyone in his life before.

“Kinda feels like we’ve met before doesn’t it?” she says dropping her hand close to his on the table. Not quite touching but the warmth of magic and what he guarantees is soft skin so very close.

“Yeah,” he says his pinky brushing her hand for a brief moment. They hold each other’s eyes for a long stretch and that odd feeling that John can’t quite place of knowing her, really knowing her is reflected right back at him in her eyes.

A hand knocks on their table pulling their hands and eyes away from each other. “Sorry folks, even the edge of nowhere has a last call, we’re closing up.”

The both nod at him pushing back from the table lingering and slowly working their way towards the portal door.

“You hungry?” Zatanna asks putting her hands in her jacket pockets. “There’s an all-night diner in Gotham that almost never gets hit by supervillains, I think they like the food too much to destroy the place. I swear they put some kind of drug in their scrambled eggs that makes them better than any other scrambled eggs and they make a mean chocolate cake perfect for birthday’s. I can conjure up a candle and sing happy birthday.”

“Usually I’d say no to anyone publicly singing to me, but you might be my exception,” John says with a tilt of his head towards the door. “Lead the way.”

She opens the door hesitating for a moment before turning and holding out her hand to him. He takes it without hesitation unbelievable implicit trust in the woman before him.

“Leading the way,” she says tugging him through the door and as the abyss of the portal takes him he feels it without question that he’s going to know her still in ten days and that he wants to know her for a lot longer than that.

#my fic #john constantine #zatanna zatara #johnzee #magicblazersource

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haik-choo · 4 years

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waking up next to the karasuno second & third years

request: the waking up next to the first years hcs was the purest most adorable thing i’ve ever read 🥺🥺🥺could u do one with the second or third years too?

a/n: thank you so much for loving the first one i did! i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, i go in and out of a creative mindset and this quarantine isn’t really pushing me to stay creative. i just sleep most of the time LOL. here it is! :)

[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO SECOND AND THIRD YEARS]

-nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, sugawara, asahi

nishinoya yuu.

waking up next to nishinoya yuu isn’t filled with excitement or him jumping off the walls, like you might expect it to be. i feel like the first ten minutesof waking up for him are really slow, like he’s just barely opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.

for some reason i really feel like he wakes up before you. he goes to bed at like two am, but wakes up at eight am to practice or go on a little jog.

but every time he wakes up, the first thing he looks at is you. your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, the little breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. noya is a really emotional person, and I can bet you real money that he gets real giddy seeing you next to him.

you don’t usually sleep in his arms because he’s a wild sleeper and probably starfishes, so when he wakes up his limbs are sprawled out, some on you, some hanging off the bed. and he just barely turns his head at there you are in your morning glory.

his heart literally swells five sizes bigger. he’ll shift over to be next to you and move your hair out of your face or just mess with the hair at the top of your head, basking in the love you cause him to feel.

after a few minutes of doing that, he’ll let out a big ol’ sigh and wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight to wake you up.

“mmm,,,,noya, what are you doing,,,” “i’m just feeling grateful :)”

and you look up at him, and there’s a feeling of security that fills you. he may not be the biggest or strongest, but the light in his eyes and the warmth in his arms that he wraps around you make you feel safe.

not to mention that his hair is down and sticking out everywhere. it’s a cute picture that only you’ll ever see

you return his gesture and wrap your arms around him, thinking about different ways to make him stay in bed instead of going out for a jog.

basically; the morning is filled with hugs and soft smiles, knowing looks and arms that evoke the feeling of being safe and being loved. his hair is wild, and his hands are tugging at your own strands.

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you two almost always wake up in the same position, his arms spread out, your head resting on one of them, one of his legs propped up like a tent and the other flat on the bed, you curled up against his side. since he’s a touch-starved individual, he finds any excuse for you two to be as close as possible every second of every day.

you both actually wake up a few minutes apart, whoever wakes up first is a coin toss. and when you wake up first, you get to see his face void of the tension is usually has, his mouth is a little open with small snores coming out, his fingers twitching every few seconds

tanaka’s body reacts before he does, so even if you try to get up, his arms just holds onto you and keep you attached to his side. he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, and that his body just needs you :’)

on days when he wakes up before you he stays as still as stone. no joke, he’s so afraid of waking you up and experiencing your wrath that he just. freezes

but as he’s frozen, he takes the time to just stare. no smile on his face, he just stares, drinking in your sleeping form. he occasionally takes a change and slowly turns, stretching out his arm for his phone on the side table. when he can reach it, you can bet he has 200+ new photos of your sleeping and he makes them his screen savers

the second he sees your stir awake lightly, he pounces on you an covers your face in little kithes and saves your lips for last. sometimes he’ll wait until you open your eyes and look at him, pouting like “where’s my real kisses :(” before he gives you a big boy smooch

you giggle and caress his chest with your hand, happy that he wakes you up like a queen everyday. trust me, he’s happy he gets to be the guy whose face you see first thing in the morning

he usually scrolls through his phone for like an hour before getting out of bed, and you just sit there and watch tik toks with him. you two my wake up at roughly the same time, but you get out of bed before him to make some morning smoothies (he totally asks for a protein shake AGAGA)

basically; your mornings get started at the same time, and he loves to make sure you’re up by pelting you with kisses that you love. you scroll through tik tok while being smushed next to his chest before you get up to make breakfast.

daichi sawamura.

not gonna lie, when he wakes up he spend like a minute or two in bed at MOST, he hates just staying in bed because he feels like he could so much more productive than lie around and do nothing. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the entire day.

so here’s the way it usually goes: he wakes up a minute before his alarm (7:00am) and just quickly sighs before reaching over you and turning it off so it doesn’t wake you up. then he kisses your forehead (his breath smells bad, so he’s not going to kiss your lips) before getting up and washing up. he gets ready to go on a jog, and he kisses your shoulder before he sets out on his journey.

but every once in a while, there’s something wonderful that happens. he doesn’t feel like working out. he wakes up at the same time, but he just doesn’t feel like doing anything. on those days, he completely indulges in your warmth.

he doesn’t care if he wakes you up and hoists you up so you’re completely laying on his body. of course you wake up, but you already know what’s going to happen, so you just softly groan. “so you don’t feel like getting up and decide to wake me up? really?” “yes, really” “...you’re lucky i love you” “im the luckiest man alive”

you two actually talk during mornings like those, you love pressing an ear against his chest and hearing the vibrations his voice causes. it’s like calming background noise to you.

“are,,,you even listening. we’ve got a lot to do today” “i’ve been ignoring everything after you said ‘getting up’“ “...of course you have”

you haveto convince him to stay even longer in bed, because he really hates staying in bed, like he just wants to make “eggs or fucking toast or an OMLETTE PLEASE I JUST WANT TO DO SOMETHING”

in order to persuade him to stay for a little longer, you usually just kiss him. normally he hates morning breath, but when it’s you kissing him so tenderly he can make an exception or two

ngl it usually leads to making out or morning sex, like i said he needs to do SOMETHING

basically; you wake up like a married couple. normally he gets up right away, but every once in a while he;ll decide to spend some extra time with the love of his life, and that time is usually spent kissing and...doing other things ;)

sugawara koushi.

instead of you waking up in his arms, he wakes up in your arms. like his face is pressed against your chest and your arms is haphazardly resting over his shoulder. his arms are undoubtedly around your waist, his lags entangled with yours

every morning, without fail, he wakes up first and somehow slip out of your position and into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before making two cups of coffee and coming back into the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand, and crawling back into bed with you

usually he sits up in bed and moves you to rest your head in his lap so he can reach over to sip at his drink. his hands comb through your hair and he trifles through his emails just incase some parent messages him about something

sometimes he’ll stop scrolling at look down at you, feeling happy and 100% sure that he has the greatest life; first he wakes up in your arms, spends time with you, spends time with kids, and them spends more time with you

the school he teaches at starts at like twelve pm, so he likes to take his time waking up so he’s as happy as possible. and spending a lot of time with you is key to that.

can only wait for so long before he pokes your side until you wake up. the entire time he’s like “please wake up” “i’ve got work in like four hours! let’s do something!” “i’ll make breakfast if you give me sufficient payment ;)”

literally the second you wake up he props you up and you look drunk as hell when you first wake up but he still thinks you’re beautiful <3 cute rat

he rests your head on his shoulder and kisses you until you’re fully awake, you don’t always kiss back but that’s because you’re not fully there and you’re just,,, “is there a bird pecking at me? what the hell - oh, it’s koushi”

“can’t you wake me up like a normal person?” “no, i like kissing you awake. isn’t that cute? :)” “not when you kiss like a bird.” “so you have,,,,chosen death?”

when he’s feeling extra happy he has no issue putting you on his lap, facing him. he wraps your arms around him before doing the same to you and burying his face in your neck and humming a soft tune. he’s just such a calming presence that sometimes you fall back asleep in his lap :’)

basically; it’s a cute and happy morning as he rests you on his lap and peppers your lips with kisses to wake you up. playful banter is included, and so it coffee breath.

asahi azumane.

he would love to wake up to you pressed to his side, but he gets hot really easily, so he cant hold you to sleep. he totally hugs a small pillow to sleep and you can old press up against his back, which he doesn’t mind.

he’s the type to wake up at ten am naturally, and every morning he yawns and stretches out his arms, rolling back a little before yelping at the feeling of you getting quietly crushed beneath him

when he realizes that it’s just you, his heart beat stabilizes and he turns over, flipping the sheets off of him to he doesn’t overheat, and grabs you hands, lacing his fingers through with yours

you’ve been dating for a while, so he’s completely comfortable doing skinship with you. he’s not embarrassed at how much he loves you. he likes to gently caress your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sometimes across your bottom lip

no lie, waking up with asahi is the softest thing ever. he gives you one single kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away to see your eyes cracked open

by this time he’s lightly hovering over you, and he just lets out a slightly bashful smiles and leans down, his forehead pressing against yours

you think that you must’ve saved a cat orphanage in your past life in order to get he delicious treat of waking up with asahi’s face in front of yours everyday

“good morning to you, too, azumane” “morning :)” “did you have that weird dream again?” “the one where hinata grows to be eight foot three and dunks me in a basketball hoop and leaves me up there and becomes the ace?” “yeah” “yes. yes i did.thanks for reminding me.”

sometimes asks for extra cuddles before getting up to take a shower, and when you say yes he just :):):) and envelops you in his warm embrace and rubs his beard goatee thing on your forehead as you grovel in pain because it’s in that in-between phase where it’s scratchy and long

sometimesasksyoutoshowertogetherbutyouusuallyhavetodecipheritbecausehe’sallblushyandit’ssocuteyoucoulddie

honestly struggles to get up in the morning because he really loves just laying and existing with you, his mind not focused or worried about anything but the way your chest rises slightly out of sync with his, and sometimes he imagines your chest heaving beneath his,,,,but hat’s astory for antoher time

basically; waking up with him is like a fairy tale. his gently lips and even gentler arms wake you up like a queen, and he makes sure that you feel the same way he does. sometimes there’s extra cuddles, sometimes there’s some showering together.

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 151

This chapter has been one that I have been dying to write for a while. I was worried that @baelpenrose would resist the idea, but he very much thought it was hilarious. As always, his input and riffing on this chapter has very much made it better and better.

However, it also made the chapter longer, lol. But there is just no way to trim it down without losing something that makes it all work, so this week is nearly double my normal length... break everyone’s heart, right? ;)

“I don’t like these numbers,” Parvati grumbled - as much as she was capable of grumbling - as she scrolled through the final counts of approval ratings on her and Hannah’s inaugural Food Festival.

The statistics had been dropped into our inboxes that morning, in the static of about a thousand other notifications now that Derek had finished the stress-test. Also included were the results of the last three invasion-prep drills, which I was in the process of scanning over.

“How bad are they?” I asked, half listening for a number. The drills were trending better, which was a good sign that the moves were effective.

Dismissing her display with a gesture of disgust, she sighed. “Seventy-four percent approval rating.”

I arched a brow and glanced over. “Did you adjust for those who did not attend?”

The glare she sent me wasn’t seen so much as felt. “Of course I did. First thing I ran…”

“Are you filtering by the day the comments came in?”

“I -” Bingo. She huffed. “No! These are intended to be ratings for the entirety of the event!”

I started scrolling through my own statistics. “Chart them out by the date the ratings came in, filtering out everyone who didn’t actually attend.”

A pause. “Oh… Oh! It’s showing ninety-three-point-four now!”

“Et voila,” I murmured. Louder, I clarified, “People like to weigh in early, and those who object in general tend to speak first.”

“I see that… how’s it going over there?” she asked, smoothing her braid over her shoulder as she turned to look at me directly.

“We are improving with every drill, marked upticks since the relocations. Arthur should be here in about - “ I glanced at a clock, “Seven minutes to go over next steps.”

Alistair breezed over to swap my empty bulb of cold coffee for a fresh one of water. “The appointment is in fifteen minutes.”

Parvati beat me to the punch. “He is also compulsively early, meaning…. Six minutes now.”

He rolled his eyes hard enough that I wanted to giggle. “He doesn’t even have the decency to be fashionably late. Appalling.”

Surely enough, Arthur paged at the entrance - out of some sort of manners I accidentally instilled in him - exactly five minutes prior to our scheduled appointment. As he breezed into my office, he managed a half-assed glare at Alistair for abruptly turning away and focusing on my schedule rather than his usual tendency to get a beverage for any newcomers. “Okay, updated data on drills isn’t what I want it to be.”

I laughed. “You’re joking, right? Your team and Michael’s haven’t gotten past deck four by more than three percent in the last seven exercises.”

“Any percent above zero is unacceptable,” he grumbled. I chalked it up to the indignity of being forced to get his own tea from the console.

Almost as though to spite Arthur, Alistair made a point to set a refreshed water bulb in front of everyone except the professor. “There are guards on the other levels for a reason,” he suggested drily.

“And I would rather those guards be idle, thank you,” Arthur threw back in a near-venomous tone.

“Us guards would rather be prepared for any eventuality, which you may do well to plan for in your petty drills.”

I didn’t even try to intervene. Clearly there was some blatantly disagreement between my admin and my friend, and I was exhausted from trying to make them cooperate.

“If I’m doing my job, you should be so grateful as to be idle,” Arthur drawled.

Alistair scoffed. “As if being left to rest and get fatter than a Christmas goose is a blessing…”

“You’ll live longer!”

“And get lax in my duties, which I will not stand for!”

“Get fat! Get lazy! LIVE! I don’t care! I’m not going to be lax in my duties to allow you the opportunity of getting practice at fighting.” Standing, Arthur buried both hands in his hair, but it looked less like he was running his fingers through it than pulling on it. “Are we really discussing this when we are training to fight in living body condoms?”

“I need to defend the Archives!”

“And Michael and I need to defend everyone! Us doing our job means you don’t need to do yours.”

My neck snapped back at the vehemence in his tone. This wasn’t their normal sparring… they may have never truly gotten along, but even in the beginning it was never so vicious.

To my further alarm, Alistair took a long stride forward and stared down his nose at Arthur. “We both know that she - “ his hand flung out to point at me “is either the luckiest or unluckiest person in existence. You can’t really believe that, in an actual assault on this ship, that she won’t be in danger. Which will place Tyche, the Archives, Derek Okafor, and Samuel Richardson in equal danger. You aren’t an idiot, you know this.” The hand pointing toward me turned, and time seemed to slow down as he stabbed Arthur in the sternum with it, punctuating each of his next words. “Stop lying to yourself.”

“Poke me again, and the finger comes off.”

“I would dearly love to see you try.”

Hannah and Parvati had jumped to their feet when Alistair approached Arthur, but were now slowly moving around to my position, safely behind my desk. Hannah hissed at me through clenched teeth, “You had to tell them to fight it out.”

“I thought they would use a gym, not the damned office,” I hissed back.

Before she could respond, Alistair spoke again. “You aren’t the only one on the Ark who wants to protect everyone. You need to trust us to do our bloody jobs.”

“The last time I trusted anyone else to protect people, I lost fourteen students,” came the ground out response. “I’m not backing down on this.”

“You will, or I will sedate you and strap you to a medical berth for the next four months.” Alistair stepped back and crossed his arms with finality.

A trickle of nerves ran down my spine as I watched Arthur clench his fists and release them. “You think the solution to everything is to tie it up, I swear.”

“Stop changing the topic. I am deadly serious, Farro.”

Arthur turned away from him, waving him off. “Try something else, you would never just sedate me for months on end.” Before we could stop anything, Alistair leapt forward and put Arthur in a headlock, only to be immediately flipped over the other man’s shoulder and onto the table. “Tch. Sloppy. I know you can do better.”

“I thought you wanted me to get fat and lazy,” Alistair grunted as he sucker-punched Arthur in the stomach and rolled for the other side. Once on his feet, he eyed Arthur carefully as he circled the table. “You stubborn ass, you know I am right. You are putting everyone in the lower levels at risk by not running preparedness drills with them, because you don’t want to factor in the fact that one of the offensive teams could fail.”

“We don’t have the luxury of failing, so no. If we do our jobs correctly, everyone who matters will be safe at the other end of the Ark.”

They didn’t seem to be at each other’s throats anymore, but the arguing wasn’t getting anywhere. “Guys - “ I tried.

Both men turned and practically screamed at me with their glares to stop talking. Oookay. I held up my hands in surrender and decided to let them sort it out their way.

Damned if the console wasn’t on the other side of them, though. I couldn’t even get popcorn and a drink.

Alistair blew a harsh breath through his nose. “If you won’t include the lower decks in your drills, I will start sparring with Jokul.”

“He would kill you,” Arthur barked in the most miserable laugh I’ve ever heard.

“God forbid,” Alistair mocked. “If I were gone, who would make your tea in the morning.”

“The same person who picks up the socks that magically appear all over my quarters every day, obviously. Worthington, I’m serious, he could really hurt you. He has really hurt me. And Charly.”

That last part was dismissed with a wave. “Madam Charles the First put the fear of herself into him.”

“And you haven’t. He could kill you by accident, and he’d never forgive himself.”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be the case if you would let me train more!”

Arthur groaned and ran a hand down his face. “You are an adult, we’ve talked about this. Train all you want, with whoever you want - Charly, Sophia, Tyche… hell, train with Evan or Michael, I don’t care. Just, not Jokul.”

When did they talk about this? I wondered. It had to be during a sparring session or something, because it definitely wasn’t in my office during one of our meetings. A glance at Hannah showed she was watching everything unfold like it was the most riveting show she had ever seen, and Parvati’s squint of consideration wasn’t much better.

“As you said, I’m an adult. Perhaps I should take your advice, and train with Charly - “

“See - “

“- and Jokul. She will make sure I don’t get hurt.”

Arthur flung his hands up in frustration. “You are so stubborn, I swear!” Growling, he paced in a circle. “Fine! Train with Charly and Jokul. IN the bivouac suit, though! And I don’t want to hear a word when you end up confined in a med bay yourself.”

Alistair’s smug grin showed just how much he seemed to care. “At least I would be spared of picking up the trail of dishes that seem to follow you around.”

“For the love of - they are my quarters! Mine! And I don’t want to hear about it when your bloody socks are constantly getting lost behind my sofa!”

Oh. Oh no. Nonononononono.

“My socks can go wherever they fucking want to, when I am constantly cleaning your disgusting whiskers out of the sink!”

“You know what would fix you having to clean whiskers out of the sink? I could just stop shaving altogether. How about...that…” Arthur trailed off and very slowly turned toward the three of us behind my desk with a look of dawning horror.

And I tried. I really, really tried not to laugh. I could feel my face reddening, my chest aching with the effort of holding it in.

Hannah’s snort was my undoing. As soon as that tiny noise escaped her, all three of us erupted into hysterical, stomach-cramping, tearful laughter. I felt stabbing in my arm as Parvati dug her nails in, trying desperately not to fall. Unfortunately for her, Hannah grabbed me at the same time and all three of us toppled to the floor. The sight of Arthur rolling his eyes and crossing his arms only made me escalate from laughing to shrieking in hysterics and relief.

I couldn’t speak for the other two ladies, but I thought the two men were going to end up killing each other… At no point did I think they took the other option when I told them to either fight it out or….

I gasped for breath, trying to get myself under control. Wobbling to my feet with the help of my trusty desk and a couple yanks to free my shirt from Parvati’s desperate clutching, I pointed between them. “This… how long? Can’t believe… didn’t figure it out.”

“Not everyone is as… public… as you, Conor, and Maverick are,” Arthur snarked at me. “You know, private lives should be private and all that?”

“Must be for you,” I confided in Alistair’s direction, where he had turned his back to our fit. “He’s never not told me when he was dating someone. Or thinking of dating someone. Or potentially interested in seeing if he was interested in dating someone… Best friend privileges and all that.” While I waited for Alistair to respond, my mind whirled through all the things I had brushed off before but were very obvious in retrospect.

Glancing at Arthur for a hint yielded nothing but a flat stare that all but declared in flashing lights You Aren’t Stupid.

I tilted my head at that, and kept thinking. There had been genuine animosity on Alistair’s side in the beginning, and not a small amount of needling on Arthur’s. So I knew it wasn’t something that had always been going on. My mind came to a screeching halt, however, when I remembered something - the day Alistair, Tyche, and I decided that, when I vacated my position on the Council, they would vacate roles as well to leave behind a ‘clean slate’. “Four years, holy shit,” I gasped. “Four years!?”

Finally, Alistair moved. His back was still to us, but his arms went limp by his sides, and his head dropped down toward the floor. “It would be unseemly to have the new Councilor of Education in a relationship with the attache to the Councilor for Resources and Engagement. Or formerly in a relationship, should things not end well.”

“And since he won’t be taking his position until we are on Von,” I put together, “You are okay to serve out the rest of my term, just not Hannah’s or Parvati’s.”

“Correct.”

“Huh. That makes sense,” I admitted before hopping up to sit on my desk, the chair being a lost cause on the other side of two women who were still sniffling and giggling on the floor. “I learned a lot today.”

“Uh huh,” Arthur confirmed drily. “And it had better stay in this office.”

“What?” I managed a pretty convincing confused face before pretending to realize what he meant. “Oh! The relationship thing. Yeah, cool, whatever. That’s not what I was talking about, but you’re good.”

“Dare I even ask what you meant?” Alistair ventured, finally turning around so that he could give me a warning look.

“Uh, isn’t it obvious?” I asked, shaking my head and spreading my hands, palms up. When they both just stared at me, I finally broke and grinned. “Dude. You two are freaking slobs.”

The squeaking noises coming from the vicinity of my feet told me that no further work would be getting done for the rest of the day.

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anime-academix · 3 years

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Dating Mexican Reader

Headcanon

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi

Warnings: minor swearing, minor nsfw (it’s extremely brief, you’ll see it if you squint)

Requested by: @peachyhonxeey Thank you for your request! :)

A/N: I’m so sorry, I took so long to post this! 😭 But I hope you all like it! I will admit, my knowledge on Mexican culture is limited...so I asked a few friends more knowledgeable in that area for some help! So, if there are any spelling/pronunciation/translation errors, I apologise in advance! But, I hope you guys enjoy reading this! I will definitely be going back in and doing some much needed revising though lol and then maybe a part 2!

Midoriya

Shy when it comes to dating outside of his race, but claims he’s the luckiest person in the world once he’s with you.

ALWAYS asking questions about your family, culture, and even the language.

Writes down all of your answers.

Actually enrolled himself in a Spanish class so he could surprise you with what he’s been learning.

If Japanese isn't your first language, he will offer to help you with your Japanese.

The two of you end up spending hours just teaching each other phrase in your native languages.

During times like these, this boy is so madly in love with you, just observing the way you are, the way you’re just existing.

Wants to meet your family and will even ask how he can please your family members.

Listens to you in awe when you converse with your family in your native language.

Will try and repeat some of the words/phrases he hears you use to himself.

Once you’re done talking to your family, he’ll ask you how to pronounce a word he heard you say or what a phrase means.

Will ask you about how Japanese culture is different from your own culture.

When it comes to PDA, Izuku is EXTREMELY shy and gets flustered so easily.

He’s shock when he finds out that you’re culture is significantly different than Japanese culture.

Especially when it comes to PDA.

In public, as far as the two of you go are hugs, hand holding and cheek kisses.

Most times you initiate it, but after a while, he begins initiating it on his own.

He’s always sending you recipes he comes across and asks if you two could make it together on the weekend.

You’ll have conversations concerning your own experiences with racial discrimination.

Will almost always start crying.

Hugs you tight and reassures you that you and everything about you is beautiful.

Bakugo

He is so fascinated by you and your culture, but he won’t ever say it aloud.

You’ll see his fascination through little things:

Started eating Mexican food, even when the two of you were just friends to understand you a bit more.

Even learning words, phrases, and slang words in Spanish when he could.

He absolutely loves it when you switch to speaking your native tongue.

Especially when you guys get into an argument, he’s left speechless because you’ll curse at him in Spanish but he has NO idea all of what you’re saying.

“Excuse me? ¡Siempre haces esto! Te voy a romper la cara con mis puñetazos. No me jodas. Ugh! Vete a la mierda, pendejo. Eres tan jodidamente molesto.”

“W-what...what the hell did you just say to me?!”

You can honestly out argue him.

Will almost always lose the argument because he wouldn’t know how to reply.

Honestly would think it’s really hot and badass that you switch languages when you’re upset.

Usually won’t be the first to apologise directly, but after giving you space to calm down, he usually starts by calling you ‘Mi Amor’ or ‘Princesa’.

His pronunciation is actually so on point.

He’ll act as though he’s indifferent but he LOVES Mexican food.

On RARE occasions, he will even attempt to make a simple Mexican recipe to impress you.

He’s actually so good at cooking and when you praise him, he’ll say:

“Tch. Don’t make a big deal about it; it wasn’t that hard.”

Was actually hella nervous that he would do it wrong and you wouldn't like it.

Blushes HARD, but will pretend like its nothing when you praise his cooking.

During late night talks, usually with you laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around you and he’ll ask you if you feel comfortable in Japan.

Then will eventually ask if you’re comfortable with him.

Todoroki

Is 100% nervous to date outside of his race, or anyone for that matter.

So, once the two of you start dating, he is very attentive and takes the relationship seriously.

Very traditional when it comes to dating, but at the same time extremely shy.

Especially when it comes to PDA.

If we’re being honest, he’s really awkward when it comes to being around you, so it’s hard for him to express affection and his emotions directly.

So majority of the time, you’re instigating hand holding, hugs, and eventually kissing a lot of the time.

Expresses his love and affection for you through other ways.

He will take so much of his time reading about Mexican culture, the languages, and will even learn your native language to converse with you at times.

Constantly asking you random and unexpected questions about yourself and background.

Most of the time, he won’t give an explanation or context for the question.

Over time, he becomes more comfortable with affection and will start making the first move, such as: cheek and hand kissing and hugs.

When he’s around his friends, he usually sticks to hugging because this boy is honestly so awkward.

Whenever the two of you are in public, he prefers to always be holding your hand.

Some times he’ll have two of his fingers wrapped around yours.

He finds it so interesting when you speak in your native language whether you’re talking to family/friends or talking to yourself.

When you guys have an argument, it definitely would be over something serious.

Todoroki tries to remain calm whenever the two of you do fight, which usually resolves the argument as quick as it started.

But on rare occasions, during an argument he’s caught off guard when you switch to your native language when you’re upset/frustrated.

He’ll understand even more that when you switch to your native tongue, you’re extremely upset about whatever the two of you are arguing about.

Even then, he usually doesn’t argue back and will let you get out all of your feelings until you’ve calmed down.

If he thinks the two of you need some space, he’ll leave for an hour or so and then come back so the two of you can talk.

Regardless of whoever started the argument, he’s almost always the first to apologize, which usually results in the both of you apologizing at the same time.

Kirishima

In all honesty, the two of you just clicked instantly.

Picks up on your native language incredibly fast.

The two of you can hold entire conversations in Spanish.

Confuses the others because they have no idea what you’re talking about.

As if Kirishima wasn’t already romantic enough, once he starts learning more about your culture, his art in the romantics sky rocket.

Like this boy will tell you pick up lines in Spanish with a smirk on his face in front of your friends.

Will even ask if you can teach him any Mexican dances that you know.

When/if you do, he won’t stop practicing that dance(s) and he gets INTO it, emotions and all.

But honestly, the two of you are always dancing, especially when you’re alone together.

Kirishima doesn’t care about what others think, so therefore, he has no problem showing you off in public.

He will almost always initiate PDA and it doesn’t even bother him if other people think it’s weird.

Your family absolutely loves him, he honestly fits right in quite well when he meets your family.

Has at least a question every day about your culture and/or family.

Aizawa (slight NSFW towards the end)

Same with Kirishima, he has no problem showing you off.

LOVES listening to you speak in your native tongue.

But also loves hearing you talk about your culture and family.

Though he’s very educated on Mexican culture, he also learns alot from you--more intimate and personal details.

Aizawa knows a good amount of Spanish, but is kind of shy when it comes to responding back in Spanish because he’s self conscious when it comes to pronunciation.

His pronunciation is actually really good, but he doesn’t seem to think so.

You lowkey love when he speaks in your native language.

At times, when you ask him a question in Spanish, he will answer in Japanese and/or English.

Whenever you guys argue, you tend to switch back to your native tongue especially when you’re angry/upset.

He actually knows exactly what you’re saying, but usually won’t say anything.

Wants to let you scream out your anger/frustration as effectively as you can.

BUT NOW HEAR ME OUT, Aizawa WILL speak Spanish but only on rare occasions, like really rare.

Happens mostly on late nights when the two of you are cuddling that he’ll call you Mi Amor while holding you in his arms.

The other times he speaks Spanish to you are the nights when you two are doing the deed, he will whisper dirty things in your ear because he knows that it will turn you on instantly.

His deep voice + Spanish = ⚰️

He’s extremely protective of you.

Whenever the two of you are out in public, tends to hold you close to him by your waist.

Shigaraki

He may act like he’s all big and bad, but he becomes so shy whenever the two of you are alone.

Though you’re immune to his quirk, he’s always scared that one day he’ll touch you and you’re going to decay in his hands.

Because he’s always thinking that, you’re the one to take his hand and remind him that you’re not going anywhere

When you’re around the other League members and he’s acting out, you’ll put that boy back in line.

You’re honestly the only person that can keep him calm the most effectively.

Kurogiri is so lucky to have you, because he knows Shigaraki will listen to you.

Becomes a huge softie when you speak in your native tongue around him

Very interested in your culture and background.

He’s extremely shy when it comes to him asking you questions about your culture.

If he feels too embarrassed to ask you a question, he’ll spend a good amount of time researching the topic and he will inform you in hopes of impressing you.

Loves to see the happy look on your face when he tells you what he’s learned.

He may be a soft, pouty baby when it comes to you, but if anyone even dares to disrespect you, he will dust them in a second.

Will occasionally ask if you’re comfortable being with him or if you’d rather be at home.

He’d become flustered asf when you tell him that he is your home.

Spends hours cuddling and talking about everything and nothing.

Okay okay okay, one night he will ask you if you can give him a nickname in Spanish.

When he asks you that, he’s blushing like CRAZY.

Dabi (slight NSFW)

Okay, if we’re being honest, he honestly was the one to make the first move when he saw you.

Jokingly says dating you was a bad idea, but doesn’t regret meeting you at all .

Dabi won’t ever admit it, but he is SO in love with you, even if he tells you you’re a pain in the ass.

Whenever he gets an attitude, you have no problem reminding him of his place.

“What are you gonna do? Kick my ass? Doll, I’m not scared of you.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you talking to, but it ain’t me. So, you better watch yourself before I knock you out into next week.”

He’s almost always caught off guard with how fast you snap back.

When the two of you argue, he tends to lose the argument because at some point when your anger/annoyance heightens, you’ll start swearing at him in Spanish.

He’ll just stand there smirking at you while you’re just full of frustration.

Finds it so hot when you switch back to your native language.

Asks you so many times to speak in Spanish to him.

Knows a generous amount of phrases and words native to your culture.

Okay, I will tell you, it turns him on so much if you talk dirty to him in Spanish--it’s definitely one of his weaknesses.

Has no problem asking you questions about your culture.

Loves hearing you talk about your stories about your home, background and even family.

Though he’s a little rough around the edges, Dabi is EXTREMELY protective and especially observant when it comes to you.

Whenever the two of you are in public, he always has his arm around your shoulders or waist.

Dabi doesn’t care too much for PDA, but if he notices someone staring at you, he’ll glare at the person before kissing your lips then your down your neck.

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lyallblacklupin · 3 years

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I can see myself in you.

Sirius is getting anxious because Remus is in the Great Hall, forcibly gulping down his breakfast, looking extremely uncomfortable. What is going on with Remus?

Sirius continued staring at Remus who was constantly scratching the back of his neck, and fidgeting with his fingers while eating his cereals. James had asked him if something was wrong because he had stiffly walked in the Great Hall, looking like death, but he had shaken his head and smiled tightly. He probably had convinced James and Peter but Sirius knew that smile which screamed 'i'm not okay but I have to be okay.' and all he wanted was to corner his boyfriend somewhere, kiss his tension away, or at least know what was going on in that head.

Soon, when the clocked ticked sharp eight, the marauders were walking to have Charms and they were in the empty corridor which had few disordered classrooms and that, according to Sirius, was the perfect opportunity to confront his boyfriend who was sauntering dejectedly with his head dangling down, almost tugging in his chest. Sirius quickly slipped his hand into Remus' pants' pocket and twirled him in the fastest and accurate motion that they both collapsed into a deserted classroom.

Once they were inside, with their chests flushed against each other, Remus' chest was heaving because of the unexpected encounter while Sirius looked as calm as ever. He felt calmer because he had Remus in his arms finally since the morning. He noticed that the door was slightly opened so he strode ahead to shut it. When he turned to Remus he saw something that suddenly clenched his stomach. Tears were streaming unstoppably from those amber eyes that were glistening due to the sunlight peeking from the small window in the room. Sirius immediately cupped the latter wet face in his hands.

"Moony..." He was at a loss of words.

What happened!? What hurt him? Who hurt him? I will bloody kill that person! Or is it me? Oh God what if it's me? What did I do this time? Why am I so stupid and reckless!?

Remus looked away, but then his lower lip began trembling and before Sirius knew it, he broke into heart-wrenching sobs. Sirius quickly enveloped him in his embrace, wrapping his arms around him protectively, and rubbing his back. He let him cry out his pain in his neck until his quivering body relaxed and the sound of sniffing indicated that Sirius could ask him to talk.

"Moony, love?" Sirius caressed that beautiful scarred face, and wiped the wetness from his cheeks. Remus' eyes were rimmed red, gazing him with sadness.

"What is it, Remus?" Sirius asked again very gently but there was firmness in his voice that said ‘I am going to kill the one who hurt you.'

Remus innocently shook his head, and tears were coming again.

"Moony, if you won’t talk to me then how will I be able to help you? Tell me what happened?"

"Nothing..." Remus choked out his thick voice and something twisted inside Sirius. "I don't need help..."

"Okay fine, but you're worrying me. I am telling you that I'll kill whoever hurt you! They have no idea what is coming I swear! Or wait-Is it me? Is it? You can always tell me. I won't mind, Moony, I love you. I can never intentionally hurt you I swear! But if I have I am so sorry, Moony, tell me how can I fix it?"

Sirius was expecting alot of responses out of Remus, but a cute, watery and weak chuckle wasn't the one, and neither was a light brush of lips against his.

"C'mere, Padfoot." And he did. Remus was sitting on a desk while Sirius was standing before him, in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Sirius' middle and buried his face in his chest.

"You are an idiot." Remus murmured against his skin which was peeking through Sirius’ half unbuttoned shirt, pressing his lips there. A shiver ran down his spine when Remus’ lips brushed his collarbone. Sirius’ hands were stroking him possibly everywhere, one was scratching the back of his hair, as his face was resting on the top of his head, while the other was rubbing and squeezing his back and arms. He had been told by Remus that he was an expert in giving cuddles, or any physical touches, not to mention in the bed, especially.

"But, you didn't hurt me, Sirius." Remus pulled away to meet his eyes.

"Then, who?" No matter what, it was still painful to see that distraught face of his boyfriend like that. He was always reminded that how much he loved Remus, even more than himself.

It had always been a funny idea to him of having someone who he could love more than himself, until Remus fucking Lupin had come crashing, suddenly making that idea very, very true.

"Nightmare...Can you take one?" Remus smiled weakly at him but Sirius couldn't return one. He was no stranger to nightmares. They had been living with them since he had returned from his first summer break at his family who suddenly turned into vicious and abusive people. The violence and the trauma never stopped getting excruciating, and it was fifth year and he was looking Remus like he was seeing another version of himself. He knew so much, he was suddenly feeling every tear of his boyfriend, every sob that racked his body, and all of the pain that was written on his placid face.

"I saw you, Prongs, and Wormy. I killed you all-the wolf-me! There was blood and I could hear screaming-then Mum came and Dad-they were disappointed with me--Sirius I am one-it was all true! I am dangerous-Sirius--I--" Sirius was tensing internally but he was holding himself together, for Remus, for His Moony, as he saw him struggling with his words, tears spilling, and wiping his red nose from his sleeve. "Sirius, I am a monster! It is all true!"

"It's not true-" Sirius was surprised at his own hoarse voice.

"But it is possible! Possible that I can kill you! The wolf can kill you all! And then I wouldn't be able to live with myself!" Remus was furiously trembling that it was scary for Sirius. He grasped him by his shoulders tentatively—scared that his boyfriend would flinch by his touch. But he didn't. He relaxed. And so did Sirius.

"Listen to me...Hey," Sirius put a thumb under his chin to make him look at his eyes. "You are not a monster. And don't you fucking ever say that because the Remus Lupin I know is one of the purest people I have ever met in my life. Your wolf doesn't represent you."

He saw Remus gazing him with a very worried expression, which was when he realized that he could feel the tears rolling down his own cheeks, before Remus' thumb softly brushed away.

"I know the feeling, Moony." He swallowed before continuing, "I know how is it like to feel after having a nightmare. Even a blink of an eye scares you that you might fall asleep and the nightmare would come back. So you have to stay awake for the sake of your sanity. All you yearn for is a reassurance from someone, anyone! Who could tell us that it’s going to be alright. But Moony, you are not alone in this, you hear me? You are never alone. You have us, you have me. Why didn't you wake me up, love?"

Remus was smiling his genuine smile which was enough to swell Sirius' heart with hope, and of course, an inexplicable amount of love.

"I didn't want to disturb you, Pads. It was almost dawn, and I know you don't sleep well too."

"I don't care. I don't care if it's four in the morning, or the seconds after I slept, or anything. I want you to wake me up whenever you are not feeling okay." Sirius held his face, feeling like he was the luckiest person in the world to have such an adorable person, who was smiling his toothy grin while his puffy eyes crinkling, and he had been clutching Sirius by his shirt the whole time. Sirius bit back a smile before leaning down to delicately capture Remus' soft lips with his. They kissed so meaningfully; Sirius could feel Remus' emotions in it, as he tried to return them too by putting every possible feeling in that kiss.

"I don't know what will I do without you..." Remus whispered against his lips.

"It's a good thing that you don't because you are stuck with me..." His mouth found his ear before he whispered a little too cheerfully, "Foreverrrr ."

Both of them didn’t care that they were going to miss Charms class.

#wolfstar #harry potter #wolfstar fanfiction #sirius black #remus lupin #padfoot x moony #sirius x remus #black x lupin #hp marauders #james potter #petter pettigrew

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 19

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

Genre: (PG13) Fluff and angst

WC: 5.8k

Warnings: Swearing – offensive/derogatory words (censored)

Series Masterlist

Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

It was nearing the end of September and the boys already released their first comeback, with their first mini album O!RUL8,2?. It had been just barely three months since their debut, but this album was already in the works during their debut promotions and they quickly went into practicing and recording once those died down enough.

Today was a day where the boys didn’t have any outside schedules, but Sejin and I still had some things to take care of at the company and the boys had some practices and lessons to go to. There was a meeting scheduled for early this morning, so I arrived for that but didn’t have anything in particular to do afterwards. I sat in the office, checking on a few things that we were working on before relaxing into my chair and browsing the internet on my phone.

Even though their popularity was slowly but surely growing (despite N.O not doing quite as well as we had hoped), the people who have negative things to say were starting to become much more obvious in between the positive comments. I really don’t understand why there are certain things people feel like they have to say. I wish I had a way to keep the boys from seeing those comments. But unless they want to completely ignore the internet, it was inevitable.

Thankfully, most of their interactions are on twitter where those who tweet them are for the most part supportive fans. They started to become good at filtering out the negativity, but I knew it was impossible to not be affected at all. I just hoped they used it as motivation to do their best and prove people wrong.

I found myself yawning and realized that I was actually really tired. I still had a couple of hours before I had any other real engagements, so I set my phone down and decided to take a bit of a nap at my desk.

I was woken up sometime later by a knock on the door. I slowly came back to consciousness as the person walked into the small room.

“Noona?” I recognized Yoongi’s voice.

“Hey, Suga,” I replied as I re-entered the living world. “What’s up? Do you need something?”

“No, not really,” he shrugged. “Sejin hyung asked me to check on you. Sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay, I needed to wake up anyway,” I said, looking at the time on my computer, signifying that I had been asleep for about an hour. I quickly realized I was feeling rather hungry. “Have you eaten lunch?”

“No, not yet,” he said. “I was actually just about to go get some.”

“Mind if I come with you?” I asked as I grabbed my purse.

“Of course not.” He flashed a small smile and held the door open for me. “Anywhere in particular you want to go?”

“Not really. We can just go to that place you guys frequent. The one whose owner is really sweet.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said as he put on his mask.

When we walked into the small restaurant, we were immediately greeted by the kind woman who ran the place. “If it isn’t some of my favorite customers,” she said with a warm smile. “How are you doing?”

“Good,” Yoongi said as he removed his mask. “We were hungry so we thought we’d come get some lunch.”

“Of course!” she said as she directed us to one of the big tables. “Is everyone else coming?”

“Oh no, just us this time, imo,” I said.

“Oh, alright.” She switched directions to a small table and urged us to sit down.

“What do you want to eat, noona?” Yoongi asked me.

“Whatever you want. I’m not picky, you know that,” I responded, smiling.

“Okay, then,” he shrugged. He ordered two different dishes, which she excitedly went to cook right away.

“How are you doing, Yoongi?” I asked.

He looked at me curiously. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Sometimes we’re all so busy I feel like I don’t have time to ask how you’re feeling.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. We’re getting used to the pace now so it’s not as hard as it was at first.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I said, honestly feeling relieved.

“How about you, noona? Are you doing okay?” I paused, a bit surprised at the unexpected question, and he lightly chuckled. “You check on us, but who will make sure you’re okay if we don’t?”

He really is very thoughtful, I thought, smiling softly. “I’m doing fine. I’m much more confident in my abilities with the job than I used to be.”

“Good. Because you know, you really are a great manager.”

Yoongi was surprisingly talkative today, and we kept conversing until our food was brought to us a little while later. As I smiled and thanked her, I noticed the kind woman looking at me like she had something she wanted to say.

“Yes, imo?” I asked, inviting her to say what was on her mind.

“I’m just really glad that these sweet boys have someone like you to keep them company,” she said, making me smile. “I wouldn’t be surprised if one day one of them realizes how great you are and snatches you up for himself.”

“I-I’m sorry?” I asked, not quite sure if I heard her right.

“I mean you’re a great catch and I’d love to see one of the boys be the lucky man,” she said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Yoongi coughed, almost choking on the food he was chewing on as my mouth opened in surprise.

“Oh, well thank you,” I said, unsure of what else to say. I was sure my face was beet red. “I appreciate the compliment,” I finished, nervously.

She smiled before leaving to pay attention to another customer.

I turned to Yoongi and our gazes met for a moment before we both looked away, embarrassed by the woman’s words. Me? With one of the Bangtan boys? It was something I had never thought about. But to be honest, I felt that whoever ended up with the boys would be some of the luckiest people ever.

We finished eating and left the restaurant, and there was still a slightly awkward air left between us after the comment she had made. I wasn’t sure why it felt awkward. Maybe it was because she put the thought into my head that possibly one day, I could end up in a relationship with one of them. And maybe similar thoughts were going through Yoongi’s mind too – but was he wondering about the possibility of me dating any of them or specifically himself? Wait, no. I was stopping that thought train right there. I was not going down that rabbit hole.

I shook my head in a literal attempt to get rid of the thoughts before they went too deep. I could see Yoongi staring at me out of the corner of my eye, so I turned to look at him. Suddenly I felt a smile tugging at my lips and then both of us were laughing, quickly lightening the mood back up. I had no idea what made us start laughing, but I welcomed the change in the atmosphere.

“That was something I did not expect to hear when we decided to go out for lunch together today,” he said once our laughter calmed down.

“I know right,” I replied. “I guess it’s hard for people to see a girl hanging around a bunch of boys without thinking there is or will be romantic feelings involved somewhere. Especially when the boys are all rather good-looking,” I said in a teasing voice, knowing it would make him feel embarrassed. It was hard to embarrass Yoongi, so I enjoyed doing so when I could.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he quickly retorted back, catching me off guard.

I playfully scoffed, hoping the heat rising to my cheeks wasn’t too obvious. “Yeah, right.” I did not consider myself to be a beauty by any means, and although hearing those words wasn’t going to make me feel any different, it still made me feel embarrassed to receive the compliment.

“You really are pretty though,” Yoongi muttered, barely audible. I was surprised I picked it up at all. But I chose not to address it.

The next few minutes back to the company building were spent in silence, but not awkward like a few moments ago. Despite me being embarrassed by Yoongi’s compliment, it was still a rather comfortable silence which I welcomed.

Yoongi walked with me back to my office before he went off to his own destination, probably his studio to write some music. Sejin was sitting at the desk when I arrived, and he greeted me with a smile.

“Where did you go with Yoongi?” he asked.

“We just ate lunch together,” I said. “It’s almost time to talk with the stylist team isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you got here just in time,” he confirmed. “Let’s head on out.”

We had a couple of meetings during the rest of the day. One of which was with the team that Haewon was a part of, but luckily she didn’t seem to want to cause any drama and was rather civil today. Maybe after the last time when her efforts were fruitless, she decided to give up.

Everything took a few hours, but once that was over I didn’t have anything else I needed to do so I took a look in the dance studio, where I wasn’t surprised to see the boys practicing their choreography. I carefully entered the studio and sat in the front to watch them dance.

It always made me happy to see the instant change in them when I entered the room while they practiced. While they were still focused and concentrating, they seemed to be a little happier, and maybe more determined to make it look good for their one-person audience.

After a little while, they took a break and I got up to bring them water from the nearby bottle stash.

“You done with meetings for the day, noona?” Namjoon asked.

“Yup, I don’t have anything else to do today,” I responded. “How long are you guys going tonight?”

“Probably about another hour,” Hoseok said. “There’s a few things that need polished up still.” Leave it to him to spot the tiniest inconsistencies.

“Jimin and I went to the usual place to eat earlier,” Taehyung said, “and imo told me you and Yoongi hyung stopped by together for lunch today, noona.”

“Yeah, we did,” I replied. I looked at Yoongi, who already had his gaze fixed on me. He gave me a small smile which I returned before we both looked away.

“She said you two looked cute together,” Tae added, smirking.

“What?!” Yoongi and I said simultaneously.

“Yeah, she said she thought you’d make a cute couple,” Jimin added, looking equally mischievous.

“Yah, what kind of comment is that,” Yoongi said, scoffing.

“I definitely don’t think we acted like a couple at all,” I added.

“She’s right though,” Jungkook instigated. “You two would look cute together.”

“You all want me to kill you, don’t you?” Yoongi asked as he stood up and approached the maknaes. “Guys, I think our group is going to go down to four members after today.”

The three culprits stood up and ran for cover, Tae choosing me as his shield.

“What makes you think I’m protecting you from this?” I ask him before switching places with him, grabbing his arms to lock them behind his back and hold him still.

“No, noona!” Tae pleaded. “You wouldn’t let hyung hurt me would you?”

“Hmmm,” I pretended to think about it while Yoongi approached us. “I don’t know. What was that thing about me and Yoongi again?”

“You guys are really good friends!” he quickly righted. “There’s definitely nothing going on between you guys. Come on, please. Don’t let him hurt me.”

I released my grip on his arms so he could run off while Yoongi approached the other two who also started blurting out apologies and taking back what they said as well before they could face their hyung’s wrath.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scene. Of course he wasn’t actually going to hurt them, but it was cute seeing them play around like this.

“I got some funny pictures out of that,” Jin said, smiling.

“Oh, I want to see,” I said.

“Sending them in the group chat,” Jin responded.

I went to my purse to grab my phone while I heard the notifications ring from the others’ phones. But my phone wasn’t in the pocket I usually kept it in. Confused, I continued to search through the rest of my purse but it seemed to be nowhere in the bag.

“Everything okay, noona?” Jimin asked, noticing me struggle.

“Yeah. I think I just left my phone in the office,” I replied. “I’ll be right back.” I walked out of the room to go to the office, convinced I must have left it there at some point during the day. I heard the door to the studio open again behind me and turned to see Yoongi following me.

“I’m coming with you,” he said.

“You don’t need to, it’s fine,” I replied.

Yoongi shook his head. “You don’t have your phone on you, so I’d feel more comfortable with you not being alone.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m only going to my office.

Yoongi kept a blank expression as he looked at me, not budging at all.

Knowing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, I conceded and we began to walk. When I got to the office, I searched around my desk and Yoongi looked around the other surfaces in the room to see if I could have left it elsewhere. Being unsuccessful, I looked in the pockets of my jacket I left draped over my chair, and even double checked the pockets in my own jeans. Still, nothing.

“That’s so weird,” I said. “I know I had it with me earlier.”

“When was the last time you recall using your phone?” Yoongi asked, double checking the places I looked at as well.

I thought about it for a moment. “Actually, it was probably in here. Right before I took my nap, I was using my phone.” I paused before suddenly remembering something. “I set it down on the desk before drifting off, and I don’t recall grabbing it before we went to lunch.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi contemplated what could have happened. “You don’t think Sejin hyung would have it, do you?” he asked.

“I doubt it,” I said. “Worth a shot to ask, though.”

Yoongi called Sejin on his phone to ask if he’d seen my phone at all today, but he soon ended the call before shaking his head. “He said he hasn’t seen it.”

“What could have happened?” I asked, trying to piece things together. “Was it even on my desk when I woke up?” I thought about it for a moment. “Wait. You’re not playing a prank on me are you?” I asked, walking toward Yoongi with my hands outstretched toward his pockets.

“Yah!” Yoongi said, backing away from me quickly. “Of course not. I wouldn’t go through this much trouble for a joke. Let me try calling it,” he suggested.

“Why didn’t we think of that sooner?” I asked myself under my breath.

He called my number, placing the phone to his ear just for a moment to confirm it was ringing before pulling it away to listen for my phone. But neither of us heard anything.

“I know I left the volume on,” I said, becoming increasingly confused.

We stood in silence for a moment, thinking.

“Let’s go back to the dance studio,” Yoongi said. “I need to get back to practice and it’s obviously not here so being in here won’t help us at all.”

I nodded and followed him back to the studio where the rest of the boys looked ready to resume practice.

“Did you find it?” Hoseok asked as we walked in.

I shook my head. “No. It wasn’t anywhere in the office. That was definitely the last place I remember using it, which was actually this morning before we went to lunch. I have no idea what happened.”

Yoongi had been looking at his phone the whole way back, and suddenly he stopped and looked up at me. “Noona.”

“What’s up?” I inquired.

“I think someone took your phone,” he said, turning back to his screen.

“Why is that?” I asked hesitantly, scared of the answer.

He showed me what he was looking at, and my eyes widened. The pictures that could have only been the ones that Jin mentioned before I went to look for my phone had been posted on Twitter. There were two, one of Tae hiding behind me and the other was me holding his arms behind his back while he stared at Yoongi approaching him.

“What��s going on?” Jungkook asked.

I took the phone from Yoongi’s hand, wanting to further investigate. I heard Yoongi responding but was too focused on my mission to hear what he was saying. Clicking on the profile of the person who originally uploaded the photos, I found other tweets. All from today, and all pictures of me and the boys that we had taken over the months. And of course, they were tagged with anything that would lead someone searching for BTS to them. The profile had been created just today and all the tweets were shared starting within the last few hours. Definitely after my phone had gone missing.

By the time I looked up from Yoongi’s phone, he was standing next to me observing what I was doing, and the other boys were all looking at their own phones to check it out as well. I turned my attention back to the posts, which were getting way too much attention for comfort. Luckily, I hadn’t saved any pictures from the morning when I woke up in Jin’s arms, and those were the only ones I could think of that could cause a legit scandal. I clicked on one of the tweets and scrolled down, seeing a slew of comments that I probably would have preferred to not exist.

“Who are you and what are you doing with my oppas???”

“Wow look at this sl**. Who does she think she is?”

“BigHit must have terrible management if they’re letting some foreign w**** put her hands all over BTS.”

“Ugly b****!!!!”

Yoongi grabbed the phone out of my hands before I could read anymore. “Don’t you dare listen to them, noona.”

The volume of his voice shocked me. It also garnered the attention of the other six boys, who all looked at me with concerned faces.

“She read the comments, didn’t she?” Jin asked and Yoongi just nodded in response.

“I’m going to call Sejin hyung,” Namjoon said. “Jin hyung, you call Bang.”

“Why would someone do this?” Jimin asked. “Who would… Wait never mind, I know exactly who would do something like this.”

I fell to a sitting position the floor, my body not having any strength to hold me up and my mind going blank. I vaguely heard some shuffling and a few arms were quickly supporting my back.

“It’s okay, noona,” Tae’s voice said from my right.

“Don’t worry, it’s only temporary,” Hoseok, who was on my left, added. “Bang and Sejin hyung will have a solution for this.”

Taehyung gently led my head to his shoulder and stroked my hair gently, knowing well that when I was upset affection was the best comfort for me.

The rest of the boys surrounded me on the floor, except for Joon and Jin who were still on the phone.

“Noona, whatever those people said don’t mean anything,” Jungkook said.

“They’re just upset because they don’t know who you are,” Jimin added.

“Yeah,” Tae chimed in. “And you’re none of the things they’re calling you. You’re an amazing and beautiful person, noona.”

Jin knelt in front of me, having ended his call with Bang PD-nim. “He just found out about it too. PR only caught wind of it just a little bit ago. He wants you to go to his office.”

I nodded, and attempted to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. Noticing this, Tae and Hobi helped me into a standing position.

“Sejin hyung also just heard from PR,” Namjoon said. “He asked me to tweet a picture of the eight of us and mention you’re our manager. That should help calm things down until an official statement is released.”

“It’s going to be okay, noona,” Jungkook said. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you know that. PD-nim will help fix this.”

“Come on.” Yoongi held out his hand. “I’ll go with you to see him.”

I took his hand and he led me out the door, heading towards our boss’ office. Once there, he knocked for me and we entered.

I bowed deeply, feeling at fault for what was going on. “I’m so sorry, PD-nim. It’s all my fault, I should have kept better care of my belongings.”

“Sit down, (Y/n),” he said calmly. “You too, Yoongi. Thanks for coming with her.” I straightened up and followed his instruction. “So, Yoongi said that we believe someone took your phone. Tell me, when and where do you think this happened?”

“The last time I recall using my phone was this morning in my office, just before I dozed off into a nap,” I admitted. “I think I left it sitting on my desk and I don’t recall grabbing it after I woke up. But I didn’t notice until just a little bit ago that it was gone.”

“If it happened here, that’s good,” Bang PD said. “Let’s go look at the security footage from the hallway, see if anyone entered your office.”

We all walked to the nearby security office and they helped us pull up the recording from this morning. Sure enough, we saw someone walk by the door to my office, and double take to look through the window. She stood outside for a moment, seeming to contemplate something, before deciding to open the door and came back out a moment later, very obviously holding my phone in her hands.

I’ll give you one guess whose face I recognized on the screen. So much for thinking she had given up.

“Haewon,” Yoongi practically growled her name.

“Well, someone’s getting fired,” PD-nim said as we all started walking back toward the dance studio. “Don’t worry about the rest, (Y/n). I’ll take care of it. We’ll release a statement explaining who you are and your relationship with the boys, and that your phone got hacked by an employee of the company who has now been terminated.”

“Can’t we be in the room when you fire her?” Yoongi asked. “I want to see her face when she realizes she’s been found out.”

“It would be rather inappropriate of me to have you in the room,” PD-nim said, stopping at the studio door. “But I may happen to accidentally video call you,” he said with a smile before turning the handle.

We walked into the room, all eyes turning their attention to us. “Oh, and (Y/n),” Bang called out to me before closing the door all the way. “Comments written in jealousy are empty and mean nothing. Don’t listen to them, okay?”

I gave him a small smile and nodded before he walked away.

“So?” Jimin asked expectantly.

I looked at Yoongi, who just smirked. “We’re going to have a show to watch.” It wasn’t really necessary to explain what had happened – by now everyone had figured that there was only one person who would stoop so low.

As we waited for the “accidental” call from Bang PD-nim, Namjoon showed me the tweet he shared. He wrote, “Everyone, meet our manager and friend, (Y/n)! She’s been with us for a year now and she’s amazing and treats us so well. We hope you love her as much as we do!” Underneath was one of my favorite pictures of the eight of us. It was from the day they surprised me at the park last year, and we had asked someone to take a picture of us. We’re in some kind of big group hug and we all look really happy.

The comments underneath were amazing, drastically different from the ones I saw before.

Awww, I’m so jealous of her, getting to spend so much time with you! You all look so happy!

I knew it had to be something like that. I’m glad you said something, those jealous girls needed someone to shut them up.

But why and how did the pictures get released in the first place? Was this planned for publicity?

She’s so cute! You got a fan in me, (Y/n) unnie!

She looks young to be a manager, but maybe that means she’s just that good at her job. BTS, (Y/n) unnie, fighting!

And many more similar comments filled the feed. A wave of relief washed over me. Some may not believe it and still think it was a publicity stunt, but the explanation would be coming soon with the PR statement. Bang PD-nim just needed to talk to Haewon first.

“See, I told you it was temporary,” Hoseok said as he wrapped his arms around me to hug me tight.

“I’m just glad this was something that we could wash over really quick,” I said.

Yoongi’s phone rang and he accepted the video call, keeping his own camera off and muted his microphone just in case. He propped it up in a spot on the floor where all of us could see.

“She’s about to enter my office,” Bang PD whispered toward the phone.

We then heard a knock at the door before he invited the guest to come in. She walked in, slightly bowing her head and saying hello. He had positioned his phone really well so we could see everything she did.

“You needed to see me?” Haewon asked, trying to sound innocent.

“Yes,” PD-nim responded. “Something happened today, and it caused quite a bit of an uproar with the netizens. Some photos from a BigHit employee’s personal phone were leaked.”

“Oh really?” she responded, acting surprised. Wow, she was surprisingly good at putting on an act. “I’m sorry, but I’m not from PR. Maybe you have the wrong staff?”

“No, I definitely have the right staff,” he assured her. “Miss Son, did you know that we have a strict policy against workplace harassment and bullying? And we also don’t tolerate theft. It’s also in the employment contract that leaking sensitive and personal information regarding BigHit activities or its employees is strictly forbidden. All three of these acts are grounds for immediate termination.”

“You tell her, Bang,” Jin quietly cheered.

“I’m sorry, I’m not quite understanding how this has anything to do with me,” she replied, still playing the innocent card.

“Miss Son, did you take another BigHit employee’s personal belongings this morning?” he asked. “Specifically, a cell phone.”

She pretended to be confused. “Of course not, sir. Why would I do that?”

We could hear Bang PD sigh. It seemed like he was tired of being patient with her act. “Son Haewon-shi, I don’t appreciate lies.” He turned his computer screen to face both of them, also bringing it into our view. He clicked on a file from his desktop, bringing up the security footage from when she stole my phone this morning.

We saw the look on her face as she panicked, probably trying to figure out how to get herself out of this one. But we all knew there was no getting out.

“Why would you enter someone else’s office,” Bang PD asked, “one you had no business entering? And you’re very obviously holding (Y/n)’s phone in your hand. I’d appreciate it if you returned it to me. Right now please, Haewon-shi.”

“I wanted to talk to her, and saw her in the room so I opened the door,” she tried as an excuse. “But she was asleep, so I left shortly after. That phone in my hands is my own.”

“Wow, she has quite some nerve,” Namjoon said as some of the others scoffed or muttered under their breath at the ridiculous excuse.

“Okay, we can play this game,” Bang PD said, clearly fed up with her. He opened up another file on his computer. I instantly recognized it. It was a combination of three security cameras, the first showing me and Yoongi around a corner before walking into a hallway. And then it switched to the second camera which showed Haewon and her coworker walking towards me before pouring her coffee on my arm. And a few moments later, after I turned another corner and they had walked away, it switched to the third camera to show me in pain and Yoongi quickly wrapping his jacket around me and leading me away to treat the burn.

I heard various reactions from the boys to the clip, everyone displeased with seeing the event take place. While they all knew it happened, the rest hadn’t witnessed the scene so it seemed to be hard for them to watch.

“That was an accident, sir,” Haewon quickly defended.

Jimin scoffed. “She was so obvious. It didn’t even look like an accident. She literally tipped it over and spilled the whole thing on you. What a-“

“Language,” Jin said quickly before Jimin could get the word out.

While Jimin spoke, Bang PD had said something to a similar affect as him (although in a calmer, more professional manner) on the other side of the call. Then he pulled up another file. This time, it was in the main lobby when I had chased after Taehyung.

“How the heck did he find this one?” I asked. “I couldn’t even remember what date it was.”

We watched as Tae defended me against her attempt at causing trouble before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the building.

“Wow, you look so cool, hyung!” Jungkook admired.

Tae flashed him a smile as he linked his arm through mine.

“I’m sorry sir, but what is this one proving?” Haewon asked. “It looked like something was wrong, so I asked if I could help.”

“Except that you had a smile on your face before approaching them, not a look of concern. And you obviously said something to make Taehyung feel defensive,” PD-nim said. “Not to mention the look on your face as you watched them walk away is tell-tale to your dislike of (Y/n).”

Haewon sat back in her seat, crossing her arms. Her façade was quickly fading.

“And let’s not forget,” PD-nim said as he played the last clip, from the cafeteria.

“I already told you about this one,” Haewon defended.

“But you told me a completely different story than what both the footage and (Y/n) and Hoseok’s accounts do. You approached her, and based on what I see, it looks like you’re the one who’s bothering her. When you came to me, you told me she was harassing you, but you couldn’t go into detail. (Y/n) and Hoseok both explained the conversation in detail and it perfectly matched with what I see here.”

Haewon didn’t have any more defenses, and we could see how irritated she was.

“Yes! Go in for the kill, PD-nim!” Hoseok cheered.

“So, multiple accounts of workplace bullying, theft of another employee’s personal belongings, and leaking personal information of said employee that could have potentially caused damage to the company,” Bang PD summarized all the counts against her. “Do you still want to claim you are innocent?”

Haewon rolls her eyes. “Fine. I bothered her a bit. But she’s so arrogant and annoying. She isn’t even good at her own job and thinks she can do other peoples’ jobs for them. She’s a useless child who should go back to where she came from.”

I saw Yoongi stand up abruptly, starting to head towards the door. I quickly followed, stepping in front of him just before he reached the handle. “Yoongi, calm down.”

“How can I be calm?” Yoongi practically yelled. “How can you be calm after hearing her talk about you like that? I’m sick of her thinking she can just walk all over you and insult you without any consequences!”

“She is getting her consequences, Yoongi,” I said as I placed my hands on his shoulders to try to calm him down.

“By getting fired,” he retorted. “What exactly is that going to do?”

“Yoongi, please,” I said as I held his gaze with my own. “I know you’re angry. But it’s not your fight, it’s mine. And I’m choosing to let the consequences that Bang PD is dealing suffice as her payment. That’s enough for me.”

He looked away, letting out a huff as he calmed down. I took hold of his hands with my own to lead him back toward everyone else. They remained on the floor, but it seemed their full attention had turned to us. I also noticed it seemed that the call had ended.

“What did we miss?” I asked as we sat back down.

“Basically just PD-nim saying she’s fired, needed to give your phone back, and that if she saved anything from your phone on an outside device it has to be immediately deleted and never ever show up anywhere unless she wants to be sued,” Taehyung explained without taking a breath.

“Oh, okay then,” I said chuckling.

“That was amazing!” Namjoon exclaimed.

“Oh my gosh, the look on her face when it changed from ‘I’m innocent’ to ‘Oh no I’m screwed’ was so hilarious!” Jimin said.

As they continued to be ecstatic over the events that just occurred, PD-nim entered the room, holding my phone. “You might want to change your password to something that isn’t so obvious, (Y/n)-shi. Even I guessed it on the first try.”

I chuckled nervously as I took my phone from him.

“What is your password, noona?” Namjoon asked.

“1306,” I said.

“What’s even the point of using a password if it’s going to be so obvious, (Y/n)?” Jin asked as he laughed.

“Well, I’m just glad this is over now,” Yoongi said. “No more Haewon causing you trouble or bothering you.”

“Thank you, Bang PD-nim,” I said as I bowed deeply. “I appreciate all your help and your understanding.”

I saw him smiling as I straightened up. He reached out to place a hand on my shoulder. “If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, never hesitate to let me know. You’re a part of our family and I’ll always be here for you.”

A/N - I just wanted to say that it really is not okay to say things like the offensive comments portrayed in this chapter. People can be quick to judge, and with the internet and a computer in between it can be easy to forget that on the other side that is another person, and you may not have all the proper information of the situation. Of course, everyone is allowed to have their own opinions but if they’re unkind then do they really need to be said? Just a general PSA to not be a prick :)

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dinglemingle · 3 years

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Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy)

Chapter 5

TW: Drug use + dealing TW: Vomit TW: Violence

This chapter contains explicit language.

Saturday mornings were not the time to be standing outside McDonald's whilst your dodgy mate dealed, but here Aaron was, freezing his arse off for a couple of quid.

To be honest, he'd hardly class Ross Barton as a mate, he'd only know him a few weeks, but he needed the money and Ross was more than happy to cut him in if he helped. A life of crime wasn't what Aaron had in store, but for the time being, it gave him enough money to not have to rely on his mum.

Relying on Chas was something you couldn't do, she'd make a promise then never see it through, or swear she only needed a fiver but somehow leave with twenty, which was of course never repaid. He did love his mum, and she tried her best, but her overbearing nature and mother knows best attitude could be a lot to handle sometimes.

He used to think he was the luckiest kid, to have Chas and Paddy, but by the time he'd hit 15 he realised how patronising they both were. Paddy had gotten worse in recent years, trying to manipulate him and overacting when he put the smallest foot out of line. Aaron knew he was just being protective, it didn't stop him from getting frustrated every time Paddy tried to control his life.

He still viewed Paddy as a father figure, still idolised him, he didn't think that would ever change, despite everything. Paddy had taken him in and loved him as his own, even now that Leo was here, he still made time. Add to that the fact that Paddy was the only one he'd spoken to about being gay

Aaron hadn't fully admitted it, not quite comfortable enough yet. He managed to confess his attraction to lads however and his curiosity. Paddy had been great, promised not to tell anyone and that he still loved him. Aaron didn't care, even telling one person had been too much, so they'd dropped the subject and never spoke of it again. Aaron preferred it that way, he didn't want all the attention that came with coming out or being the only gay in the village, still, he always noticed Paddy's watchful eye when he so much as looked at another boy

In a way, Paddy had helped him feel more comfortable, so he felt like he owed the man, couldn't write him off, no matter how pushy he could be. It was sort of an impossible situation, one he often kept at the back of his mind.

The thought however was interpreted when Ross emerged from the corner, cash in hand, grin up to his ears.

"There you are" he stuffed £40 into Aaron's hand and patted his shoulder

"Right so-" Aaron began, the ringing of Ross's Nokia cut him off

Ross retrieved the phone from his coat and gave Aaron the signal to wait

"Alright mate" Ross started

Aaron felt a bit useless, just stood there

"Outside Maccies mate, be there in a bit yeah" Ross continued, talking to the unknown source

He nodded a bit before finishing the call

"Right sound" he put the phone away and turned to Aaron

"Come on, we're picking up then dropping off" He spun back around and made his way towards the bus station, Aaron closely following behind

Bus journeys were usually calming for Aaron, not this one though, as Ross painfully made small talk, going on about which girls had the nicest tits and had Aaron got any recently? Of course, he had replied with "Yes Ross, in fact, it was your younger brother in a dingy wood."

The pick up had somehow been worse, a bunch of lads Aaron only knew from their bad reputations, who had somehow made friends with Ross in the five minutes he'd been in Yorkshire

Aaron didn't speak, just stood waiting for Ross to hurry up. He wasn't scared of the lads, but the knowledge that they'd batter him if they knew who he was made him feel uneasy

After what felt like 10 years Ross appeared from the kitchen, a shed load of drugs stashed in his coat

Soon they were back on the bus, this journey being silent, thank god, and at Tanya Holden's house

She opened the door with that sour-faced look that was glued to her like a bad stain. Her mega-rich parents were away for the weekend,so the beer bottles and bodies lying around weren't much of a surprise

"Ah babe why didn't you invite me" Ross signalled to the clear remnants of a party whilst trying to hug Tanya

"Piss off" was her response, as he pushed him away

Ross laughed and held his hands up, Aaron was still in the doorway, hating being there, feeling all the more awkward as Tanya had of course been one of the girls Ross deemed "shaggable" on the bus

She noticed his presence

"This one don't speak?" She questioned, reaching for her purse

Aaron's cheeks flushed

"Oh he's shy" Ross approached, pinching his pink cheeks

Aaron batted his hands away, rolling his eyes

Ross laughed again "soft lad"

Tanya had pulled out some money and was waving it in Ross' face

"The stuff?" she questioned

Ross didn't hesitate before producing a few bags

Coke, Aaron thought, to be honest, he didn't know, or maybe he just didn't care

Sometime between leaving Tanya's and getting the bus back to town, Ross had mentioned a party that night, he'd only been invited because he had drugs, and he thought Aaron might be up for it

Up for it wasn't how Aaron felt at all, but he appreciated the offer, and he'd grown tired of spending his Saturday's third-wheeling with Vic and Adam, so at half-past 8, he was in the back of a Vauxhall Corsa with Ross, on the way to god knows where, pockets stuffed with Ket

Midnight was fast approaching and Aaron was positively off his face. He hadn't gotten this high in a long time, preferring the odd joint over a full-on bender.

There was a time this would be his usual weekend activity, but he'd moved on from that crowd and away from nights spent in A&N with sick down his shirt.

At age 15 he'd had his stomach pumped 4 times and was already dealing and nicking anything he could find, an attempt to make a few quid quid so he could go and buy more drugs.

The life of crime had soon caught up with him, when he'd been battered by the McFarlanes for a deal gone wrong. It was after this that he packed it all in.

Yet here he was again, falling back into bad habits, stumbling through a crowd of drunk teenagers and a couple of blokes who looked way to old to be knocking back dark fruits with 16 year olds.

Before long he'd found himself in the bathroom of whoever the fucks house this was. Alone with his thoughts his mind began racing, Aaron couldn't decide if it was because of the substances or the blonde boy he hadn't seen in over two weeks.

Well, that was a lie, of course, it was, Aaron couldn't escape seeing Robert, he was constantly there, sauntering through the halls, or snogging Chrissie in the common room

But Aaron hadn't actually seen Robert, not properly. He hadn't seen him up at the farm, getting chastised by Jack, or on a night out, sat dazed in the toilets, rambling about bullshit whilst he scrolled through his phone.

He hadn't seen the cocky glint in his eye or the smug smirk. And it was bothering him

Ever since that day at the unused classroom it was like a switch had gone off in Robert. There were no snarky comments or digs coming Aaron's way anymore. He didn't want to get carried away but he could've sworn Robert was avoiding him.

Maybe he'd touched a nerve,he didn't know, and quite frankly he didn't care what the reason was,he was just pissed off.

Sure he didn't like Robert telling him to fuck off or taking the piss out of his cheap trainers, but this was awful

This, god this was so much worse.

The constant impenetrable silence, the complete of avoidance of each other everywhere they went,it was killing him. Aaron craved Roberts attention, he craved the rush of Robert calling his name or the way they'd bicker in the canteen.

Aaron hadn't realised just how much he relied on Robert to feel a buzz. Sure a part of him hated arguing with the prick,but these last few weeks he'd realised he absolutely loved it as well

At that moment, as he collapsed into an empty bathtub, ribs aching and vision blurred from aggressive strobe lights, Aaron realised he'd rather hate Robert for the rest of his life then never have anything with him at all

As if by some sick force of nature Robert Sugden himself stumbled into the bathroom,fly already down, beelining for the toilet before he wet himself and spoiled his new Ralph Lauren jeans

Aaron's eyes looked as the tall hazy blonde raced passed him and for a split second believed Robert himself was a god and that the heavens must be real

Others would say it was the ridiculously large number mushrooms he'd consumed earlier that evening

"What the fuck" Aaron's dreams of god's and angel's were disturbed by a visibly startled Robert,who was staring at him, jeans at the knees and white briefs protecting his modesty

Aaron would be lying if he said he didn't look, after all, he had to confirm if the rumours were true

"Fuck off Dingle!" Shit. There it was, just like that Aaron was sober, his eyes wide open as he realised that Robert really was there, in front of him and he desperately clambered out of the bath and through the door,which expectantly closed with a loud bang and a murmur of "for fucks sake" and "can't take a piss in peace"

Once back downstairs, though not really remembering how he'd got there, Aaron had headed straight for the kitchen for another drink, he didn't like this sudden sobriety, in a strange sort of way it left him feeling naked, vulnerable, unable to hide behind the mask of a drunk persona.

He'd downed a Budweiser,two dark fruits and done 4 vodka shots when he next saw Robert. The blonde was making his way into the living room from the garden, sweat glistening his forehead and quite clearly fucked out of his mind.

He stumbled in through the doors, leaving mud stains on a perfectly beige carpet, though at this point everyone was far too pissed to care and in true Robert fashion had gone flying into Brandon Keene, Hotten's biggest wanker, spilling his Stella (typical) all over his definitely underage girlfriend

Without a moment to spare, Robert was flying through a crowd of people and crash landing onto the couch, nose gushing with blood after being punched right in the face

Suddenly a crowd of drunken teens had formed and all began chanting fight! fight! fight!

Aaron rolled his eyes as Robert charged at Brandon, wrestling him to the floor

Aaron didn't even know why Brandon was there, he'd left college two years earlier and was known for being a nasty gobshite. Last Aaron heard he'd swanned off to Liverpool with a new modelling job. Obviously not

Within mere minutes a couple of punches had been thrown and the sweaty bodies around him had almost duplicated, Aaron decided it was too much hassle and too much noise and made the motion to leave.

Robert had other ideas,he'd looked up from being smacked by the twat on top of him and locked eyes with Aaron right as he decided to go.

Aaron couldn't quite pinpoint what it was in Robert's eyes. Fear? Anguish? Desperation? Whatever it was it saw Aaron pulling off Brandon with all of his might, and throwing him as far into the crowd as humanly possible

When he turned round Robert was already stood smugly in the centre of the living room like he hadn't just been beaten to a pulp

That's when the tidal wave of drugs, alcohol and the way Roberts nose had been rearranged from the rest of his face came over him and he threw up everywhere

The carpet was a mix of sweat, blood and tears quite literally,and now Aaron's sick

He'd never been bothered by blood and gore but the heat and the intensity of everything got that better of him and it was too late to do anything

He turned to see Robert stood there with his sick all over his shirt and shoes

Aaron felt like he'd be sick again. The music became all blurry and he vaguely caught snippets of the abuse Robert hurled his way

His fists were sweaty and his head was spinning he felt like he was losing control. The weight of the room collapsed on his shoulders as he saw the camera flashes and heard the sniggers. The air in his lungs vanished as he desperately pushed through the crowd, never having been so mortified on his life.

He'd escaped with Roberts voice echoing "you fucking freak" over and over and over again as he collapsed halfway down the street, hot tears brutally spilling from his red eyes. The night air hit him violently,he'd left his jacket somewhere in there

But he couldn't go back. No

He'd just thrown up on Robert. Fucking Robert. In Front of half of his college

Aaron physically felt his stomach churn,but not because he was going to be sick, but because he'd never felt so ashamed,so stupid, in that moment he wanted to disappear.

So he got up and ran through the streets,crying, humiliated,the cold air shaking him, and he didn't stop til he got to some random kebab shop in town, where he'd sat on the pavement,with no jacket,no money,only his dead phone and a trackie pocket full of shitty receipts for two hours before a stranger let him use their phone

And when at 1:27 am he'd buried himself in the passenger seat of his uncle Cain's car, no questions asked,he declared officially that he fucking hated Robert Sugden,but more importantly,

he hated himself.

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Aaron spent the weekend at Cain's, much to Chas' dismay but he really didn't care, he felt awful and he knew his mum would only pry

He'd charged his phone, but had avoided it all weekend for fear of seeing what people had said

It was at 1:44 am on Monday when he'd finally plucked up the courage to turn his phone on when he saw a text from a familiar yet distant number

Sorry,R

#robron #my work #emmerdale #robert sugden #aaron dingle #please check it out on ao3 too #i've read it through but i've been up for hours im very tired so sorry if mistakes #.

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milknette · 4 years

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day 25 - pen pal

signed, sealed, delivered, i'm yours!

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

"DUDE, can't I just send some fire emojis and be done with it?"

Adrien's look of horror tells Nino everything he needs to know.

"No way," he starts, shaking his head. "This is Marinette; send her that and you might as well just have flushed all your chances down the drain."

"But shouldn't I be myself?"

His best friend's stare is deadpan. "Nino, you're the coolest guy I know and you know I absolutely support you, but…," Adrien puts a hand on his shoulder. "You have no idea how to deal with women."

Nino rolls his eyes. "Oh, right. And you do?"

"Hey! A lot of girls like me!"

"Yeah, and you don't even talk to any of them. I even started feeling bad for Chloé, with how bad you were friendzoning her before."

Adrien huffs, but can't quite rebut his statement, either. "It's not my fault! All the girls who have a crush on me don't even know me, and I can't fall for that kind of person."

"Ah yes, Adrien Agreste, the hopeless romantic."

"Shut up," he argues, punching his friend in the arm. "It's rare to find girls that I can just be friends with because they want to date me." (Nino coughs 'cocky' into his hand, but Adrien pointedly decides to ignore it.) "Which is why Marinette is so special— and why just texting her a bunch of random emojis just isn't going to cut it."

Nino pauses briefly. "You really care about her, huh?"

"Of course I do!" Adrien says, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. (And maybe it is to him, to so easily care about his closest girl friend— emphasis on the space, as if they've known each other their entire lives.) "And I'm glad that out of everyone she could end up with, it's with my best bro of all time."

"Yeah…"

"Come on, don't feel so down!" He starts to say, patting him on the back. "I've seen the way Marinette looks at you, there's definitely something going on there."

Adrien remembers how often he'd see Marinette side-eyeing the two of them, or throwing not-so-secret glances whenever she thinks they don't notice. Besides being a novice at romance, he knows that look.

A longing look, a fond expression…

All the shoujo mangas and romcoms he's seen point to the exact same thing:

That Marinette Dupain-Cheng is very clearly in love with whoever she's looking at.

And clearly, she's staring at his best friend, Nino Lahiffe.

Clearly.

(Because who else could he be staring at?)

"Do you really think so, dude?"

He nods solemnly. "Swear on it." It's nice to see Nino brighten up at his statement. "Now give me your phone."

"What? Why?"

"Because if you're going to start doing this virtual penpal thing with her, you have to make sure your first message isn't one she's just going to ignore. So nothing you'd… usually send." He looks through Marinette's penpal email curiously. "How'd you hear about this anyway?"

"Alya told me. Pretty neat, huh?" Nino says, smiling. "I honestly didn't think she'd tell me anything, but I said someone wanted to connect with Marinette because he, uh, likes her, and we shared a glance. You know? I think she knows what's up."

"Of course she knows. You're not that subtle, either." A punch in the arm. "Hey!" (He deserves it.)

"But yeah, she told me Marinette's account and said 'Tell him that I said good luck. And that I know Mari's going to love this.' I'm not sure why she didn't just tell me directly, but it's nice of her."

"That's great! Then we have her on our side, perfect." Adrien says, eyes bright. "Alya is Marinette's best friend, and it'll help us out in the long run. Keep talking to her, okay?"

"Yes, sir," Nino says, jokingly saluting to him. "I don't mind anyway, she's actually a pretty cool girl! We spent the whole night talking yesterday."

"About Marinette?"

"Uh… no. We were just talking about life and stuff. And she thinks my emoji game is absolutely spectacular."

Adrien sighs. "Well, I know for a fact that Marinette won't. So let me type up the message, yeah?"

"Fine." A pause. "Oh right, forgot to tell you that you need anonymous names to use the app."

"What… like a secret identity or something?" That's pretty cool.

"Yeah? I mean, it doesn't have to be something you think that hard about. Marinette's alias is Ladybug. Don't know why, though."

(Adrien does. It's because Marinette loves ladybugs and how they're usually seen as a symbol for good luck. If anything, it suits her; with her happy-go-lucky personality and all.)

"Do you have a name already?"

"Nope. So you can make one up if you want." Nino notices Adrien's expression, as if deep in thought. "Got an idea?"

"Maybe I do."

LADYBUG,

That's a fitting name for you. It was by sheer luck that we met, and I've been the luckiest to have known you for the time that followed. My streak of bad luck and bad days ended the day you first smiled at me, and I'm happy to say that since then you've taken over not only my mind, but my heart, too.

("That's corny." "Shut up, Nino.")

As the symbol of good luck, maybe you'll grant me the good fortune of becoming my penpal? I'll truly be unlucky if you don't accept.

From your secret admirer,

Chat Noir.

("Oh, I get it. Because black cats are unlucky, and ladybugs are the opposite so… that's pretty deep of you, bro." "Thanks, bro."

"Now let's just hope she'll respond to it.")

"Alya Alya ALYA— someone just sent me a penpal letter are you confidentit's him?!"

"Absolutely! Nino was trying to be vague about it, but I just know who he was talking about. I'm a hundred percent confident that it is. I'll bet the Ladyblog on it!"

"But he's in love with me?! He never showed any signs that he felt this way and ohmygod I'm spiralling how is this happening it's probably just a huge misunderstanding and I'm completely reading it wrong why wouldn't he tell me directly and just penpal me instead, like am I not obvious enough with my feelings…"

"Calm down!"

"... sorry."

"He's probably just as nervous as you are. So the guise of anonymity is helping him become more upfront and honest about his feelings."

"Do you really think he likes me?"

"That boy is your soulmate so answer the message or God help me I will."

"Fine… but you're absolutely sure it's him?"

"How many times do I have to say yes! I'm absolutely sure!"

"... can you say it just so we're clear?"

"Okay, I promise with complete certainty that 1.) your penpal Chat Noir is Adrien Agreste, and 2.) he is completely, and head over heels in love with you."

#auyeah2020 #mlauyeahaugust2020 #auyeahaugust #auyeah august #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #djwifi but also not rlly #nino lahiffe #ml #miraculous ladybug #milk writes #ml fic #ml fanfic

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butterbeeryuta · 4 years

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lee jeno as your husband

a/n: happy birthday jeno ✨ik you’re just 20 and here i am writing you as a husband im sorry KDJKSJDSDKJKSD but i swear, i dont mean anything bad. i hope you really do have the happiest birthday despite the current situation, and i wish that only the people who truly love and deserve you surround you and remind you what a great person you are. we love you lee jeno <3

congratulations! ya'll have a baby boy (doesn’t matter if you adopted or gave birth in this case, you do you bishes)

idk about you, but taking care of babies is hard alright (speaking from experience when i had to take care of my newborn cousin for 5 months on a weekly basis). doesn’t matter if you’re a mum or a dad, you gotta sacrifice a lot of your time to make sure that the kid is well fed and cared for, and patience is a key really.

and to say that you and jeno didn’t argue quite a bit about parenting would be a lie

but like, ya’ll fought about such petty shit it’s kind of funny

‘jeno i told you to change his diaper—‘

‘______ please no i had to clean his diaper this morning and i think i lost my sense of breathing’

normally you’d be laughing, and shrug it off

but you were a tired shister. you were up all making your baby shut up in the nicest way possible of course

so you may have bursted

‘YOU LITERALLY JUST HAVE TO WIPE SHIT AND TAPE A FUCKIN DIAPER ON A CHILD LEE JENO’

again, you maY have bursted

keyword: may

and he was annoyed by it, i mean who wouldn’t. i would’ve bitch slapped you _______.

then again, we all know how loving and sweet lee jeno is

he may not show it very explicitly, but he does subtle things and does admire you for your hard work and caring nature

he always make sure to have enough diapers, toiletries, and even gets the baby clothes laid out once your bby boy your actual kid not jeno is fresh from the shower uwu

ya’ll are a lovely couple though

you cook together, clean the house, play with your son— just soft hours tbh

there was this one time where jeno placed his boy on his lap, and was gently moving his kid’s arms to the choreography of boom while the baby was just giggling and smiling

and jeno couldn’t stop smiling and giggling too

you literally have two babies in front of your being in their ultimate babie form hoW ken you knott meLt

and there was this other time when your baby just climbed up on his chest and jeno woke up only to see the brightest smile from ur son and jeno wakes you up (despite the fact that ur half dead) and it’s all so uwu

bottomline is: jeno wants to show you everything your son does and you can’t blame him for anything cause it is very cute

when your son is sleeping, jeno just comes up to you and hugs you from the back

and he doesn’t really say anything, he just embraces you as a way to say good job for basically not giving up and trying to be the best parent

and you know what he is implying, and you just lean your head on his chest, embracing the warmth

THIS IS SO FUCKING FLUFFY GOD I LOVE THIS MAN

he also finds time to pepper you with kisses cause hE can and he loves you but also cause this boi wants to remind you that he’s always going to be there for you

i swear _______ wrap him in bubble wrap he is precious

lmAOOOOO jeno simply cannot trust the dreamies to be alone with your kid

chenle laughing his ass off, renjun probably choking jisung, haechan plotting something mischievous, and jaemin most likely making the most absurd sounds—the last thing jeno wants is his son to be a mixture of all of these boys

lowkey same with you

but of course, being a goOd parent, you sort of tell jeno to trust his group mates because they really do want to be great uncles

and they are!!! just in a chaotic manner

‘chenle i told you my son doesn’t need an apple watch’

‘but hyung what if he gets lost—‘

‘HE IS 3 MONTHS OLD’

anyways,

lee jeno is a wonderful husband who rlly cares for you and your kid

and whoever does actually get to marry him is probably the luckiest person in this galaxy

well maybe second luckiest, injun is already lucky for having jeno whipped for his ass

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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I’ve been having all the Calum feels lately, I read a blurb where after the calm album stream he cuddled with you and man that just set me off! Whoever gets to call him “mine” is one lucky person, whether is be now or in the future. God damn, all the feels!

okay but calum is so BIG and his skin seems so WARM and like imagine him pressing against your back with his bare chest, arms wrapped around your middle and chin pressed against your shoulder, softly humming as you listen to the album again over and over and you can feel him smile when you start to pick up on lyrics from a song you had only heard once before and that makes his heart go all THUMPITY THUMP against his chest because he loves you and i need to stop myself before i go too far

and truly, the person who gets to fucking marry that man is the luckiest person on the planet i swear to GOD

come talk to me about calum!

#isabella answers #about calum #calum chats #travelingcalm

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evitcani-writes · 5 years

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Some WIPs

Deciding what “finished” piece I’ll be doing after the Zombie AU is done (two months ish until the final chapter is posted). I’m torn between the magical academy ghost AU and this new thing I started this weekend. I thought I’d share the first part here and see what you guys thought. <:

(My current WIPs are still ongoing, just some re-calibrating on my part with regards to vampire and hunter.)

“Will you marry me?”

A thousand cameras zoomed in on Taako’s pristinely made-up face, his perfect hair, his expensive outfit. They waited, breathless, for his response. No, he thought and smiled wide, eyes crinkling. That would give the headlines something to squawk about.

“Of course,” he laughed and let his new fiancée slide the heavy ring on his finger. “Why’d you even ask if you knew what I’d say?” They embraced a brief moment. A kiss long enough to call passion, but not too long to be immodest.

The whole world collectively let out their bated breath.

“What the fuck was that delivery, Keats? I don’t think you could have sounded more like an insurance commercial if you tried,” he said, voice too low for the cameras to hear.

“No,” his fiancée’s doppelganger whispered back. “He got stage-fright at the last moment and excuse you, my delivery was perfect.”

Taako did a double-take.

Usually, Kravitz and Keats were easy for Taako to tell apart. Keats—the prince he was really marrying—was as different from his body-double as could be had in personality. Keats was quiet and—despite their circumstances—seemed to at least enjoy Taako’s companionship. Kravitz on the other hand was far more adventurous and extroverted. He did not, however, much care to spend any time with Taako that he was not being paid to do. Even with makeup and magic, Kravitz or Keats would give themselves away with a nervous tic or idle fiddling.

And Kravitz was a better kisser.

It took Taako a lot of effort not to frown in displeasure. Not only could his coward of a fiancée not be there to do the proposal himself, they’d done something to Kravitz to make him look more like Keats than usual. The first part wasn’t entirely surprising, but the latter meant they had a new scheme in the works with which they hadn’t seen fit to inform Taako about.

Kravitz and Taako let their touches linger as they pulled away. They waved to the cameras, hands held tightly. Taako gave Kravitz a tug and pulled him away to a nearby car, laughing as they made their escape.

As soon as they were seated and the doors were closed, their smiles faded. Chilly silence settled between them. They both took out their phones, not looking at each other. “Look cute for a second,” Kravitz commanded and leaned over. He pressed a kiss to Taako’s cheek and held out his phone for a picture.

Taako grinned up at Kravitz’s work phone, burying his newly be-ringed hand in Kravitz’s hair so it was visible in the shot. “You’re good, take it,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Think the rich bastard will pay overtime if I stand at the altar for him, too?” Kravitz said against his skin, stubble tickling the side of Taako’s face. Taako laughed helplessly, caught off-guard by the comment.

Kravitz took a couple pictures and then sat back, looking over them critically. This was the part that really sold the act. He was the best at giving their relationship a touch of guileless romance. Taako watched him somewhat enviously. Then, he turned to look at Twitter to see which one Kravitz posted.

Taako was laughing genuinely, eyes closed. His hand was tangled in Kravitz’s perfect hair, pulling it from its carefully crafted form. Kravitz was pressed against his side, eyes closed in reverence. “Like a day-dream,” his tweet read, “Luckiest man in the world.”

He’d replied a second later, “Forgot the hashtag grimaceemoji grimaceemoji grimaceemoji don’t tell him!!”

Taako snorted and retweeted the picture.

He wished he’d gotten the whirlwind romance that Kravitz was so good at making up.

“Okay,” he said and leaned against the car door. “What’s up?”

Kravitz took a glasses case out of his side pocket and put them on, alternating between his work and personal phone. “Hm?” He glanced up at Taako over the rim of his glasses.

“What are the wonder twins up to?” Taako glanced at Kravitz’s personal phone. It was an older smartphone with a beaten and scratched case, pattern of skulls and broken hearts. He’d always wondered if it was a poorly picked gift from someone Kravitz hadn’t wanted to offend by turning down. “They did something to your face. Besides, thought you mighta got fired and they were cooking up another drone in the vats to replace you.”

Kravitz blew out a puff of air wearily. “Don’t joke about that,” he scowled and set both his phones aside. “Now that the prince is as grown as he’s going to get, they wanted to replace my out-of-date sculpts and textures. Takes time to recover from, which is why I’ve been gone.”

Taako winced in some sympathy. “Sounds painful,” he said, almost curious enough to ask outright about the process. He’d only once seen Kravitz changing from his professional pieces.

“Mhm,” Kravitz said, eyes dropping back to his work phone. “[Motherfucker],” he swore suddenly in his own tongue and pinched the bridge of his nose. “[I have shit to do this weekend!]”

Taako blinked, staring at Kravitz. “What? What’s going on?”

His own phone buzzed.

He looked down at the text owlishly. It was from the Palace.

“The third is sick. Double will accompany to Neverwinter,” the text read.

Now, it was Taako’s turn to swear. Even if Keats and him hadn’t planned any appearances, they needed to be reported as having been at the private resort. The resort had been Taako’s idea. Kravitz had been on retainer and was staying nearby, of course, but this was meant to be their weekend. Taako didn’t need to love Keats, but he wanted to think of him as a friend, as someone he could work with for the next few hundred years.

“I’m supposed to be home soon,” Kravitz complained under his breath and picked up his personal phone. “I’m calling my mama,” he warned Taako and set the phone against his ear. “Just deal with it.”

Taako wondered when he’d ever given Kravitz the impression that he cared if Kravitz had a personal life. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t recall Kravitz having ever mentioned his family. Conceptually, Taako knew he must have had one; it was cheaper that way. Somehow, he’d gotten the idea Kravitz had burst forth from a tube of bio goop and immediately put on a suit.

“[Hey mama],” Kravitz said into the phone. “[Work is going to keep me this weekend.]” He paused, listening. “[I know, I know. Tell bub congratulations for me.]” He paused again, staring ahead and looking somewhat forlorn. “[Okay, I will. I love you, bye.]” He hung up the phone and rubbed at his ear.

“Missing something?” Taako raised an eyebrow.

“It’s fine,” Kravitz said airily and shoved his personal phone in his pocket.

“Doesn’t sound fine,” Taako observed, waiting for an answer. He knew he was being nosy, but excused it for the moment. “‘[Congratulations]’ is only used at weddings and Decade Feasts.”

Kravitz blinked at him, head tilted slightly. “You speak—?”

“Yup,” Taako said and laced his fingers in his lap.

“My brother is getting married this weekend,” Kravitz sighed and glared out the window. “Not far from the resort. They just revoked the four hours of time off I requested a year ago.”

“Well, let's go then,” Taako grinned.

“W-what?” Kravitz laughed, turning to look at Taako. “I can’t. The wonder twins really would replace me with some other corporate drone.”

“Not if I decide to go,” Taako said, finger dancing in the air. “You’re supposed to be my bodyguard when you’re with me. You can’t just take off and leave me alone at this wedding for strangers, right? You get to go to your brother’s wedding and I get shitty wedding champagne. I’m your plus one, of course.”

“Taako, I can’t disrupt my brother’s wedding with two weird nobles showing up,” Kravitz snorted, but looked like he could imagine it.

“We’ll both change in the car,” Taako insisted, leaning forward. “You become, well, whoever the fuck you are normally and I’ll, uh, wear glasses like Clark Kent. No one will know!”

Kravitz eyed him speculatively. “You’ll need more than glasses.” There was a calculating look in his eyes that made Taako slightly nervous and a little giddy.

When was the last time he’d been allowed to have fun?

[Part 2]

#taakitz #taako #kravitz #fake dating au #cyborg clone monarchy revolution au #have fun making sense of that tag BABYYYY #taz #The Adventure Zone #taz balance #writing #my writing #wip #don't believe what's on tv

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orbitariums · 5 years

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i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away | sebastian stan + reader

hi everyone ! first of i wanna say thank u SO MUCH for the notes + reads it means a lot, it’s not the most important thing but i’m very happy to see that people are enjoying it. i also wanted to let you know i’m going to release a part two to the peter parker + avenger girlfriend imagine (maybe i’ll make it a series called violet blast and spider-man). i have a lot of other things i wanna write + post but i don’t wanna post too much.

anyway this imagine is inspired by this text post —

& this image from before sunrise —

this imagine is a TAD more “mature” than my other ones but nothing you can’t handle. hope you love it!!

contains: language, alcohol, mentions of cheating

i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away

sebastian stan + reader

You readjusted your dress as you walked into the bar, the lights dim and warm, people scattered around talking, drinking, laughing and dancing. You made a beeline to the bar, needing a vodka tonic to loosen you up after the stress in getting here. You hadn’t even wanted to be here initially, but after your horrible date experience with your boyfriend, who you weren’t even sure was your boyfriend at this point, you needed to get your mind off of things. You looked down at your phone to see if he had called you but there were no missed calls, not even a text. You scoffed bitterly under your breath, and muttered “unbelievable… yet not surprising in the slightest” to yourself.

You muttered your order boredly to the bartender and sat down at the barstool, your glittery, expensive shawl draped over your arm as you placed your elbows on the table and leaned your cheek against your palm. The exposed skin on your back showing from your black slip dress made you feel a chill, but there was nothing you could do about that, just as there was nothing you could do about facing the fact that your boyfriend of almost two years was just a cheater, and had done you exactly the way he promised not to. You didn’t even have the heart to cry. You had almost expected it, the way he was treating you lately, and how shady he was being recently.

You lamented not the loss of your relationship, but all the time you had wasted in being with him, thinking foolishly that this could be love, could lead to love, when really it was just a repeat of your previous relationship. When you got your tonic and started sipping the harsh liquid that you hoped to consume yourself in over and over again tonight until you didn’t need to think because you couldn’t, you started to swear off men mentally. Relationships, in general, but especially those with men.

You had started to space out, thinking deeply, incredibly pensive and distracted even. You had barely even noticed the man approaching you, until you looked up and saw the familiar rugged face, and the even more apparent smirk that seemed tattooed to his lips. When you glanced up finally, a weak smile took over your features. Though usually you’d leap up at the sight of Sebastian, your close friend and practical soulmate, tonight you were tired and worn out, more emotionally than physically. But you wanted him to know you were happy to see him, so you smiled through your oddly numb pain and greeted him,

“Hi, Sebastian.”

Your ever warm and inviting eyes were glazed over and weary but Sebastian looked into them so much and confided in those eyes so much that he still took the silent invitation for him to sit down at the bar next to you. He noticed something was off immediately, but decided not to address that up first so as not to bother you.

“You look ravishing,” he smiled, and you caught the mischievous glint in his sparkling eyes that always came about when he complimented you, knowing that it was something more than just a pleasantry, you’d always known.

You looked down at your outfit - you had thought the same before going out, now it seemed tainted with the knowledge that the one man you were supposed to be in love with apparently didn’t even notice that, if he was so hung up on being with other people rather than yourself. Not even a call or text back. Though you didn’t want to remain hung up on it, that stung.

“Thank you. You look great, too.”

You took a sip of your drink and Sebastian couldn’t help but gaze at your immensely structured side profile and the enhanced red of your lips, from the lavish scarlet lipstick, leaving a stain on the straw as you took a sip.

You pulled back with a sigh and glanced over at Sebastian only to find him looking elsewhere. A small smile crept across your lips. Sebastian had wondering eyes that always seemed to find their way to you. You’d known this forever. He looked over at you for real this time, and the two of you shared tentative smiles.

“You’re dressed so nicely but you’re here at Bukowski Tavern, would you tell me why that is?” Sebastian drawled in that exceptionally low voice of his, and this elicited a chuckle from you as you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“This was supposed to be a date night, but…” you shrugged, your eyes grew weary again as you thought of him. “Things just don’t always work out.”

Sebastian raised his brows, rescinding a bit.

“You talking about Derek?” despite his charm, he had always genuinely cared for you and would always look out for you, available or unavailable.

“Yep.” Before he could ask what happened, you answered for him, your voice dead and monotonous. “He cheated on me.”

You took a swig of your vodka and started to look around aimlessly, trying to hold back your anger at the time you wasted and invested on a person who ended up not even giving a shit.

“Well he’s been cheating on me. As in, repeatedly, as in over and over. I just found out tonight. He left his phone at the dinner table like an asshole idiot and these texts from some girl named Katrina came across the screen.” You chuckled bitterly, though hot tears began to form in your eyes. “Ha. He said it was a mistake, that he didn’t mean to but- but how can you be fully invested in another girl when you already have a girlfriend and it be a mistake? It isn’t like accidentally tripping and falling, you know? I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

You took another sip of your drink and Sebastian gazed at you in concern, his brows furrowed together. He had never liked or trusted Derek but he kept his silence about it because he knew it wasn’t his place and because he didn’t want to upset you. And even though he did want you, he had hoped that his suspicions were untrue, that all his dislike for him was uncalled for.

But he had been right, and seeing that now, when the wound was so open and free-flowing felt like he’d been stabbed in the chest. He hated to see you in pain, and the reason was even worse. It was mind blowing to him that anyone could betray you like that. After all you were the world to him, and he thought whoever had you must have been the luckiest person on earth. But some people, he was realizing, didn’t truly notice the worth of someone until they messed something up.

He didn’t want to mess this up.

He hoped he hadn’t triggered a nerve by asking that question and being inadvertently told what you were upset about, and he reached out to place a comforting hand over yours, but only momentarily,

“You deserve better YN. Cliche but it’s true. And I know it sucks right now, but he didn’t deserve you and whoever he ends up with will be just as bad as him. I know that might not grant you that much ease but it’s true.”

You glanced down at his warm, strong hand cupping yours and you had to shake off the undeniable feeling that surged through you at his touch, the feeling you always put off because you had a boyfriend before and you were faithful to him. Sebastian was a close friend and the two of you understood your unspoken feelings for each other, but you also had morals - your boyfriend couldn’t say the same.

He slid his hand away gently, but rested it next to your hand in case you’d need it again.

“No, it’s… it helps. Thank you. I sound really dry and unappreciative but… yeah. Thanks. It’s good knowing you’re there for me, you know?” you looked over at him, a genuine, small smile on your lips, and your words and your smile made him nearly skip a beat. His eyes darted down to your lips and then back to your eyes subconsciously- they did that often, and you barely noticed it each time.

“Don’t worry about it. I got you.”

“I know,” you grinned, and took another sip.

Sebastian started to smile because he knew what you were doing. It was a common trope - get drunk and forget everything. But he had to intervene because he cared about you too much to let you waste away like that, and let your sadness become a habit.

“That vodka is gonna make you text, say and do things you wish you’ll wish you hadn’t in the morning,” he chuckled softly, and you glanced up at the ceiling.

“So let it,” your voice was almost a whisper.

He shook his head and stood up out of his stool, reaching his hand out to you so you could take a hold of it. You turned your head to look over at his invitation and then glanced between the vodka and Sebastian. Both were hard to pass up.

“You can bring the drink,” Sebastian laughed. “Just come with me. It’ll do you better than sitting and drinking all night.”

You sighed but couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face, getting up and bringing your drink, taking a hold of his hand. He grasped your hand firmly, but his touch was still soft and loving and made you crave more touch. Any touch, as long as it was from him. The way he led you from the actual bar and further into the entire space was like the two of you were dancing through an empty ballroom, if an empty ballroom was a dim-lit bar with people all around drinking and chatting the night away. At least they were actually in good moods.

He led you to a back room where there was a big poker table, another bar and a TV, but it was occupied exclusively by his friends who were hanging out around the room. You knew everyone here. It was Chris Evans and Hemsworth, Anthony, Tom Hiddleston and Mark. Since they were friends with Sebastian they were already friends with you. You smiled at everyone, and waved, but tried not to think of how you were hardly even friends with your ex-boyfriend’s friends. What a difference in character there was between that mess and Sebastian.

Sebastian let go of your hand once the two of you entered the room and you unlatched from him for a minute, deciding to just ignore everything and bask in the company of other people- other friendly, caring, and deserving people. These were people that seemed to care more about your well being than he did, and they didn’t even know you all that well. With every friendly tease from Chris H and challenge from Anthony you felt less like you were trapped inside your own head. They were bringing out a side of you that you didn’t even think could be brought out tonight at all.

You excused yourself for a moment though, to stand up against the wall towards the side with Sebastian, not as seen by everyone else.

“Hi,” you said, the smile evident in your changed tone as you stood next to him, pressing your back against the wall. You found yourself standing close to him and dangerously so- but you didn’t mind it, you found comfort in sharing a space with him, and he encouraged it.

He smiled down at you,

“Hey. So how are you now?”

“Better,” you replied, and you were telling the truth.

“Is this better than drinking all night long?” Sebastian prodded, and you nodded, smiling softly as you looked out into the distance.

You had been thinking while socializing with all Sebastian’s friends, and you realized that if you stayed alone all night out drinking, you would probably just end up in a more emotionally taxing state than before. Besides, at least when you were sober you had more control over yourself and how you felt. Even though you wanted to forget, wanted to detach any emotional attachment to this situation and just lose yourself, you realized it wasn’t worth the instability and the hangover in the morning that would just bring you into a spiral of depression. You were glad Sebastian had been there to distract you from it all.

“Yeah… it’s probably a lot better,” you admitted. “You know, I think about that sometimes. Losing myself. But in the end there’s a dozen more solutions to every problem you run across, right? I think it’s better to find yourself than detach from yourself, right?”

You just gazed out into the distance, looking at everyone else playing poker or watching TV, keeping silent for your own peace. You could feel Sebastian’s eyes on you though, when you looked away. His piercing blue eyes were set on you, transfixed on your clear, glowing (insert your skin color) skin, the way your lips settled so plush and soft, and how everything about you seemed so stable and strong in a moment you should’ve been anything but.

And you didn’t look at him yet because you knew he wanted to have this moment to himself, and just look at you in solitude. And you weren’t sure what you might do if you were to turn your head and look at him, and meet his eyes in contact with yours. You didn’t know if you could handle that right now, sober or drunk.

You thought of all the times you’d repressed those feelings, or straight up felt as if they were nonexistent, when you were with Derek. Out of respect for him you didn’t see Sebastian as much because you knew what you had with him. On the exterior you and Sebastian were simply close friends, but anybody could look inside and see that there was more than that. Anyone could look further into those lingering touches, gazes that were held too long to be friendly, and the way your voices dipped when you spoke to each other, as if the two of you were sharing secrets only you could know.

But at some point though, you did turn your head. And this time, Sebastian didn’t make any effort to look away like he usually would. He didn’t even try to play it off with a smile, he just maintained eye contact with you.

You shifted and tilted your head, a teasing smile playing at your lips,

“You were staring at me.”

“Yeah,” he said, but his voice had gone dry and patchy and he seemed to be moving in closer to you.

“Why?” you folded your arms, your voice curious and teasing.

He swallowed hard and looked down at your lips,

“I want you. That’s why.”

You blinked, this time blinking away tears,

“But you know you can’t have me. You know if we start dating I have to trust you. And we’ve seen how that turns out for me.”

“Then who says we have to date?” Sebastian asked.

By then the two of you had just now realized how close you were standing in front of each other and how close together your faces were, just a head tilt away from lips brushing and colliding with each others, a snaky arm away from hands brushing against your sides and setting your mind ablaze.

So he kissed you. Or you kissed him, whichever one, it didn’t matter. And you could taste the whiskey on his tongue as his lips collided with yours in a passionate and wanting kiss. Your entire body could feel all the tension that had been collected within the two and a half years you had know Sebastian, and it was releasing that tension in such an explosive way.

You could feel his hands on your hips as he moved impossibly closer to you and slid them up and down your sides, the sheer fabric of your dress crinkling underneath his grasp. You had to pull back after a while when you realized where you were and that there were other people around you, your breath coming out in heavy breaths. The way you were holding eye contact was dangerous and it was clear the two of you wanted more, it was like a gravitational force was pulling the two of you together.

“I’m sorry…” he pulled away, licking his lips and looking down to the ground. “I shouldn’t have done that… that was inappropriate of me.”

“What are you talking about?” you ran your hands through your hair, glaring at him. “I’m newly single, not straight out of some traumatic accident. I don’t care about him anymore. I’m choosing not to invest myself emotionally.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you, I… I have feelings for you, YN, and I always have, and I get the feeling that you have too and that we just haven’t been able to show it because it just hasn’t been the right timing. But I don’t want you to think that just because you’re single now I’m gonna go for it. If… if you need time to think.”

“I don’t want to think. I want you. I thought we made that clear a long time ago.”

“That could be dangerous, YN,” he warned you, but you squinted your eyes at him, humored,

“Then I’ll make sure to wear a helmet.”

#marvel #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #oneshot #imagine #sebastian stan oneshot #angst #kiss #romance #lust #eye contact #intimacy #peter parker

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spotlightsgodark · 4 years

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Special thanks to @storytales-and-dreams for tagging me before I even had a selfship blog!

Introduce yourselves. Who are you? What do you like to do?

✨ Ah. Hello! Rae’s the name, mischief making’s the game...among other things.

💉 Oho? Is this an interview? It’s an interview, isn’t it. Well then! You can call me Julian. Doctor, disaster, and the luckiest man on earth.

✨ You overestimate me, dear.

💉 Nonsense!

Anyways, moving on.

How was your first meeting like?

✨ May I take this one?

💉 The stage is all yours, darling.

✨ Now, let’s see. How long ago was it? Hrmm, a couple months...no, no, too recent.

✨ …

✨ Ah! I remember now. It was the dead of a moonless night, perfect for a journey, as Asra would say. He lent me his deck and set off before I knew it. It was then when I heard a knock on the door, making me realise I forgot to snuff out the lamp before closing for the night. The person on the other side of the door was none other than Countess Satrinava herself! She went on about something about dreams and a proposal: work at the palace and help her solve a mystery and I get accommodation. Gave her a reading before she took off. I thought that was all for the night until…

💉 Oh! This is my favourite part.

✨ Why am I not surprised.

✨ ...until I hear a voice. “Strange hours for a shop to keep”, if memory serves? I looked around, searching for the source of the disembodied voice, only to hear it again.

💉 “Behind you.”

✨ I turned around to find myself face to...beak with this overgrown beanpole of a plague doctor. I tried to run, but I was caught. So much for being slippery. Knocked his mask off by accident…

💉 ...and the rest was history.

💉 I’ll say, I didn’t quite expect you to run that night. Perhaps I was too good at being threatening, hah!

✨ In all fairness, you were in a mask that basically meant certain death to whoever saw it.

How did you get together? Who confessed first?

💉 Well, ah, we didn’t exactly “get” together so much as fate forced us together. He was sent on a manhunt and I was his target, so to speak.

✨ I wanted answers and so did he, I guess it worked out in the end though. Due to...unfortunate circumstances, neither of us really knew the whole truth.

💉 That doesn’t mean we didn’t get into our fair share of trouble while looking for answers though ;^)

✨ Yeah, most of which you caused, Devorak.

💉 What can I say? Even trouble can’t resist my allure.

✨ As for the confession, as one could guess by now, he did it first. At probably one of the most inappropriate yet fitting moments.

💉 Ah! I remember this like it was yesterday. We were facing off against the devil himself, both of us bound by his chains. Pasha, Mazelinka, Asra, the countess and doctor Satrinava were nowhere to be seen. Had I been the man I was all those years ago I’d admit my defeat, sacrifice myself for their sakes as I awaited my demise. But I’ve changed, thanks to him. I told him everything that was on my mind in the moment, what he has done for me, how I wanted to be by his side through hell and high water. I told him I loved him.

✨ As cheesy and inopportune as it was, I couldn’t help but feel the same. After all we’ve been put through, we were at each others’ sides, and I think it says a lot. I don’t think I could ever forget how you looked at me, I still can’t believe you told me then, of all times. That’s why I love you, you goofball.

What are your thoughts on PDA?

💉 I’ll take every chance I get to show him what he means to me, isn’t that right, dear?

✨ Absolutely. I’m not complaining, being spoilt by you in front of flustered onlookers is always fun.

How do you show your affection towards each other/what are your love languages?

💉 Er, breaking and entering is a love language, right?

✨ If it were, you’d be more than fluent in it. A true virtuoso.

💉 *snrk* I’ll add that to the list of languages I can speak.

✨ Jokes aside, though, I just really like spending time with him. There’s never a dull moment with this man, I swear. He could make watching grass grow interesting. Other than that, I always try to find time to help him however I can. Though I usually tend to be on the receiving end of getting assistance.

💉 Hm, if I’ll be honest, sometimes words just aren’t enough to show him how I feel, and trust me, I know words. It’s times like these where physical touch can speak more than any sappy poem ever could.

Who’s more introverted and who’s more extroverted?

✨ Oh, Ilya for sure is the more extroverted one out of us both. Don’t get me wrong, I love people. But it gets a little too much sometimes. Plus, there’s something nice about taking some time to rest and regroup on your own. I will admit that his outgoing nature has gotten me out of my shell more times than I’d like to admit.

Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

✨ I like to joke that despite being the big spoon, he’s emotionally the little spoon. But I don’t think there’s really a clear-cut answer for that. Half the time I don’t think we even spoon.

💉 I’m a knife.

✨ If by that you mean one of your long limbs is constantly jabbing me somewhere when we cuddle, then you absolutely are one.

What do you like doing together the most?

💉 What do we not like doing together? There’s so much to enjoy when he’s around! I swear, he can light up a room just by existing. But, ah, if I had to narrow it down to one thing, it would definitely be travelling. He’s just so curious, it’s adorable! Always pointing out new sights, even things I don’t pay attention to!

✨ Call me simple, but I actually just really like enjoying downtime with him. When it’s not as busy in the shop or the clinic, he’s cleaning up between patients, humming away and dancing around between stations. I’m not even sure if he notices it himself, but it’s my favourite thing to see.

Tell us a fun fact about the other!

✨ Contrary to popular belief, Ilya can’t sing very well. But he’s surprisingly good at duets.

💉 What can I say? We’re better together.

✨ (bold of you to assume I was good either.)

💉 As for Rae, not many know this, but he keeps a hoard of trinkets upstairs. How do I know this? I thought it was junk that Malak kept bringing in and nearly threw them away until I got a stern earful from him. Never again.

Tag other selfshippers and their f/os.

...I unfortunately don’t know many others that well, and the ones I do know have already been tagged! But feel free to do this if you wish!

#self shipping #self ship #fictional other #bad case of lovin you #this was a lot wordier than i expected tbh #it was fun to do tho!

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