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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 37

anon - i propose a 'who can solve a rubik's cube faster' contest between steven and casper because we need them to bond !

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anon - yall so what if

Hear me out

Y/n sees someone in trouble, but it's CASPER! And she goes out without Marc's permission and saves him, and when she comes back Marc is just sitting there watching the news and he looks over to her and he looks worried and sees Casper kinda just sitting there and he tends to both of them and Casper just kinda breaks the silence and goes "so..how what's your day?-" "what were you thinking y/n?" It's steven now and they kinda have a small argument and Casper goes "CHILDREN CHILDREN!! sorry sir but she SAVED me and you're getting mad at her for it?" Also why am I writing an entire fic idk😭

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anon - guys what if when y/n and Casper have their second ACTUAL kiss Marc makes a gross gagging noise and we're like "oh shit I didn't know you were there"

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@spideyscottage - okay but idea- baby scarab going on a date with casper and marc and layla are spying on them the whole time

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A/N : casper and y/n on their first official date :)))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : this one was so much fun to write ngl

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, mentions of power failure, casper bonding with your dads, suggestive(? like almost making out but not really??), marc being a sneaky little bitch, getting shot (guns and violence) let me know if i missed anything

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today was your date with casper.

it’s not a fancy date and you’re happy with that, since neither of you are too fond of crowds.

you’d rather it just be you and him.

he had texted you as promised, and you had planned to get ice cream at this place down the road from his house, then go back and watch some movies with him.

it sounded perfect to you.

plus you wouldn’t be interrupted since his mom and sister were visiting family out of town, and his dad was out for a business trip.

and no, you’re not going to take advantage of the fact you’ll be completely alone with him, or take advantage of casper himself.

it was just that you’ve been interrupted a lot.

that’s all.

you had made sure to knock and wait for marc to open the door, no doubt that he was still fronting.

you heard hushed whispers and a thud before rushed footsteps come to the door before it opens, revealing marc, and you immediately notice his messy hair and the fact that his shirt is inside out.

you send him a tight lipped smile and lean on the doorframe. “did you guys actually..” you trail off, and when marc didn’t answer you gave him a disgusted look.

“dude i’m never sitting on that couch ever again” you mumble, peaking in and seeing the kittens eating their breakfast.

marc blocks you from looking in, and raises an eyebrow.

“do you want me to get you your pop tarts?” he asks and you make a face.

“why can’t i come in?” you ask suspiciously.

marc avoids eye contact with you, and begrudgingly shakes his head, which makes you smile.

“why not?” you press cheekily hoping he’ll give you an answer, but marc just gives you a look.

“steven?” you call out, knowing he would crack under pressure.

“they fondued. marc i’m so sorry” he admits and apologizes, marc running a hand down his face.

you snort and push yourself off the doorframe.

“please clean up in there” you start, marc distractedly nodding.

“also i might be home late” you trail off, marc giving you a confused look.

“but you don’t have work” he points out and you nod.

“i’m.. i’m uh..” you try to find the words.

“spit it out, y/n” you hear jake and you take a breath before doing so.

“casper asked me out” you start, getting surprised murmurs from all the guys.

“so i’m.. that’s what i’m doing today” you look down and fiddle with a loose string on your sleeve.

you hear marc sigh and you look back up at him. “i know i can’t stop you.” he starts and you nod.

“just.. just at least text us every once and a while” a smile forms on your face and you nod excitedly.

“i will, i promise” you let out a breath and marc sighs again.

“awww, she’s going out on her first date” steven gushes and you groan.

“stay safe” jake tells you.

“i will”

and that was that. you said your goodbyes, and marc had to go anyways to.. clean up the place.

they all knew that this was going to happen at some point.

they fear the future, being honest.

they don’t want to let you go. meaning, they wish they could’ve somehow been there your whole life so that they had more time with you.

but nothing can change the past.

but they can at least make sure you’re okay in the present and make sure you have a good future.

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you met casper where you said you would, it now being around noon.

the ice cream place you were at wasn’t very popular, and it was near a park so it would be smooth sailing.

and little did you know that marc knew exactly where you were.

of course he followed you like the creep he is.

with layla too.

they were in their suits while following you on the rooftops.

jake and steven tried to convince him to leave you be, but marc insisted. he claims that this will be the only time. just to make sure that you’re safe.

casper doesn’t exactly know your whole situation with the ‘three dads in one body’ thing.

which is why this date would be a good time to explain.

“you didn’t have to pay, i have money” you tell casper, poking your ice cream with a spoon from the bowl it was in.

“and i already told you, i want this to be the best day ever, so don’t worry about a single thing” he reminds you.

you chuckle and walk with him down the sidewalk, both of you eating your ice cream along the way.

you feel a ringing in your head and turn around, seeing just regular people walking about.

“you okay?” casper asks and you nod, turning back to walk with him again.

“is it the tingle?” he whispers and you make a face.

“don’t say tingle. and yes, but there wasn’t anything there” you start. “i mean my webs were being weird yesterday, maybe my senses are going haywire” you suggest and casper shrugs.

“just don’t push yourself” casper warns, both of you speaking in hushed voices.

“i won’t, let’s just talk about something else” you shake your head and casper perks up immediately.

“there’s actually something i’ve been meaning to ask you” he starts, and you gesture for him to keep going.

“it’s about… steven. or is it marc?” he says confused and you hum.

“it’s a long story, but basically they are three different people in one body”

“what?”

“yeah”

casper takes a second to take a bite of his ice cream.

“doesn’t it get confusing knowing who’s who?”

“not really, steven has a british accent, while marc sounds american. and jake has this new york thing going on. he knows spanish” you nod to yourself, casper humming in thought.

“so i’ve met all of them then” he murmurs and you nod.

“wait- so that means moon knight and mr knight are the same guy?” he asks and you shake your head.

“marc is moon knight, and steven is mr knight. jake doesn’t do much for the public to see” you inform him and he nods.

“any more questions?”

“no”

“well, i have one then”

“and what is it?” casper wonders and you bite your lip, wondering if you should go through with it.

“can i get a taste of your ice cream” you start, casper blinking a few times before you continue.

“you don’t have to, it was just-“

“sure” he answers quietly and you quickly pull on his collar, yanking him over to peck his lips before pulling back.

he stops walking to stare at you, who had also stopped and licked your lips.

“good choice” you tell casper, starting to walk again, leaving him to catch up.

but before he could there was a loud bang, and then a few scared yells coming from behind you.

you set your bowl of ice cream on top of a garbage can, then look to casper who was inching towards you slowly, and doing the same with his ice cream.

the source of the loud crash was another car accident, and you saw about a dozen people dressed in identical black suits, all having giant guns in their hands while pointing them at civilians.

“shit” you mutter, taking casper’s arm and leading him behind a tree.

“stay here, please don’t come out” you plead, looking around the tree to make sure nobody saw you.

casper looked startled, but shook his head.

“is there any way i can help?-“

“you can help by staying here. safe and hidden” you say and he hesitantly nods.

“khonshu, come on in need the suit” you say into thin air, casper being confused and then shocked when a suit envelopes your body, and lastly your face.

you nod at him and run out from behind the tree, right towards the danger.

casper watched, peaking around the tree only in the slightest.

you shot a web out at a light pole, thankful they were working properly again, and swinging so that you could kick a guy in the back, knocking him over as you land on top of a car in your ‘fighting pose’.

the eleven people left turn to you, and open fire, making you flip back and take cover behind the car, then shooting a web out towards one of their faces, then pulling to make them fall to the ground, face first.

two down, ten to go.

you jump out again, doing the same web thing to three more of them, then swinging and kicking two down.

now there were only five left, yet you only saw four.

you figured you would worry later, and take down the four that were there.

they kept open firing at you, one of the bullets skimming your thigh, making you wince and press a hand into it while you shot a web out to the gun to take it, then throwing it back at the persons head to knock them out.

the other three, you reused moves you already did, taking them out in no time.

they were amateurs.

you went to find the last one, when your spidey senses went off.

and in the direction of where casper was too.

you basically sprinted the best you could with the wound you had on your thigh, and when you came to turn around to the tree, there they were.

the last guy, and he had casper in a chokehold, the gun at his temple.

you noticed that the guys sleeves were rolled up, granted having gloves on.

you saw a scale tattoo on his forearm, which made you gasp.

“just come with us and he doesn’t get hurt” he says in a gruff voice, pressing the gun harder into the side of casper’s head.

you take in a shaky breath. “fine. just let him go” you say shakily and capsers eyes widen.

“no-“ he gets shoved away and you keep your fighting stance.

the man points the gun to casper and your eyes widen, and without thinking, you leap out in front of him, your shoulder taking the bullet, and the man gets impaled with a crescent shaped piece of sharp metal, making him fall to the ground.

“oh my god! y/n, please-“ casper crouches down next to you, the mask coming off while your eyes find his.

“please say something!” casper exclaims, you putting a hand up to his shoulder.

“help me up, we have to go” you say hurriedly, casper nodding and doing so.

“you just got shot- oh my god” he murmurs to himself, hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, the non injured on of course.

“yeah, just.. just..” you trail off.

“we’re going to my place, i’ll help you- i- i can help you there” he stammers, and you start to smell a faint scent of salt.

“are you crying?” you ask as you both duck into an alley near his house.

“no but i might” he says honestly. “i just watched you get shot while saving my ass” he tells you, helping you up the fire escape.

he helps you into his unlocked window, thankful nobody is home.

“sit on the bed, i’ll be right back” he tells you, and the suit comes off, revealing your normal clothes again.

where the bullet grazed your thigh was bleeding, and of course your bullet wound was as well.

casper came back and winced at the sight, having a cup of water and washcloths in his hand, along with a single rubber glove.

“is the bullet still in there?” he asks and you nod, flexing your arm and instantly regretting it, as it sent a stinging pain down your arm.

“hey hey hey- just.. just relax i can.. i can fix it” he says shakily and you look at him with glossy eyes.

“i’m sorry” you say quietly, and casper looks at you like you’re crazy.

“what? why on earth are you sorry?” he says offendedly, putting the glove on and moving to look at the bullet wound closer.

“i ruined our first date” you let out a breath and casper gives you a look.

“you saved me from getting shot, you didn’t ruin anything” caliper starts. “you could never, so don’t think that”

you gasp in pain as casper touches the small hole in your arm lightly, and apologizing before just sticking two of his fingers in it to try and reach the bullet.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from letting out pained groans, and clenching your fists to keep yourself from flinching away.

“i got it” he says, setting the bullet down on his nightstand, and opening it to get the alcohol he now kept in it.

“where did that crescent thing come from?” he asks you, distracting you from thinking about the alcohol soaked towel about to touch over your bullet wound.

“probably marc, that sneaky bitch” you start, casper snorting. “he probably followed us, that’s why my senses were being weird” you realize and groan.

as if on cue, there’s a tap on the window sill, freaking the both of you out, and turning to see marc of course, peaking in with a smile until he sees what’s going on.

“holy shit” he mutters, coming in through the window, while the suit disappeared, taking your face in his hands.

“i didn’t think you actually got shot, are you okay?!” he exclaims and you nod, gently taking his hands off you while caliper continued to clean up the bullet hole in your arm.

marc turns to casper with narrowed eyes. “does he know what he’s doing?” marc asks and casper nods, not taking his eyes off of the almost clean wound.

“i do, i’ve watched many tutorials to prepare for this, sir” he answers and you raise and eyebrow.

“so you’ve been waiting for me to be shot?” you ask cheekily and casper shoots up in surprise.

“nonono- i just-“

he’s cut off by you laughing. “still too easy” you mutter.

marc watched the whole thing with furrowed brows, watching as casper reached for the gauze and bandages, unraveling them and staring to wrap them around your arm.

“y/n” marc suddenly says in a stern voice, making you look to him slowly.

“..yes?”

“not to be ‘me’, but what the hell were you thinking? you should’ve waited for me to-“

“get away from layla?” steven continued in a cheeky tone, making you raise an eyebrow.

“layla forced him to let you handle it. she almost cut him a couple times” steven informs you and you hum while nodding.

“interesting” you say.

“can you.. can you hear them?” casper asks and you nod.

“we think it has something to do with my schizophrenia” you say and he nods, moving to look at your leg.

the moment he put his hand near your thigh, marc nudged his hand away and gave him a look.

“marc-“

“no, he’s done, i’ll take care of the rest” he mutters, casper taking a breath and handing marc the alcohol and the bandages.

“you’re lucky there’s no bullet in this one, or you’d be in so much trouble right now” marc tells you and you sigh.

“if i may, she saved me so maybe don’t be such a-“

“such a what?” marc cuts off casper and you stare at him, waiting for him to respond to marc.

“such a dick” he mutters and you start laughing.

“he’s right, in a way” you defend, taking casper’s hand in your own.

“watch it” marc points a finger in your face, making you look away.

“thank you” you say to casper, him nodding and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

“anytime”

marc finished wrapping the bandage around your leg, and now that you were safe and not bleeding out, marc left the room to find a sink to wash his hands at, leaving you and casper.

“are you okay?” you ask him quietly and he stays silent.

“i didn’t mean to bring you into this- i- you must have been terrified- you had a gun to your head” you stutter and casper gives you a small smile to calm you.

“it was terrifying” he starts and you hold your breath. “but i knew you’d never let me get hurt. you’re the bravest person i’ve ever met” he says to you and you purse your lips, smiling back.

“i owe you ice cream” you chuckle, feeling both of you leaning closer to each other.

it wasn’t as slow as last time, this time knowing both of you wanted this.

you bring your non injured arm up and holding casper’s cheek in your hand, his moving up to your back to hold you close to him.

you were the one who finally closed the gap, your lips molding together like they were meant for each other.

you each separated to take a quick breath before moving even closer to deepen the kiss.

you ended up bringing your other arm up to wrap around him as well, his other hand brushing against your cheek.

your eyebrows furrowed, pressing your lips against his with more pressure than before, and then was when you felt his tongue poke at your bottom lip.

you were about to let it go further when you heard someone clear their throat from the outside of casper’s room, making you both jump apart.

it was steven, and you could tell by the way he was standing, and the way he was smiling at the both of you.

“how.. how long were you standing there..?” you ask him quietly.

“just a second, don’t worry” he answers and you sigh, casper avoiding looking at anyone.

you sit there awkwardly as well until steven- thank god- changes the subject.

“did you solve this?” steven asks casper, picking up the solved rubix cube off his desk.

casper shakes his head. “no, my sister did” he answers, the tense atmosphere fading away.

“are i’ve been practicing on this one though” casper continues, picking his other one up off his nightstand, right next to where a bloody bullet was.

“hm” steven hums, and you make a face, wondering what was going on in his head.

you get an idea all of a sudden, squeezing casper’s hand that was still in yours.

“you guys should have a competition, like who can solve a rubix cube the fastest” you offer, and both steven and casper chuckle.

“if you insist” steven says, handing you the solved rubix cube so that you could fairly mess it up so that the competition was fair.

you hand it back after turning and twisting in in every way you can, and looking between the two of them, casper slowly taking his hand out of yours after squeezing it one last time.

they both count down, sounding like nerds but effectively making you smile at the two, and then they both started to solve the colorful cubes.

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it took half an hour until casper beat steven. not by a lot thought, because steven solved it five minuted after casper.

they called it a good game, and now casper was talking about how he’s never beat his sister in solving it.

which wasn’t surprising since allison absolutely killed those rubix cubes.

you didn’t know how she did it, but it’s impressive nonetheless.

you were glad steven and casper could meet officially and become ‘acquaintances’, dare you say ‘friend’.

they are both total nerds.

but you love your nerds.

love? well- you love steven because he’s basically your dad- but do you love casper?

you like him for sure, but you don’t think you’d say you loved him yet.

you needed more time.

this was only your first date after all- well before you got shot.

“arachnid strikes again” casper says out loud, reading a news article on his phone to you and steven.

“londons new spider hero, arachnid, takes down twelve armed men at noon today” he says and you smile.

“thanks to her, no casualties were reported and the twelve criminals were properly arrested” he finishes, turning his phone off and smiles at you.

“i told you you’d be a good hero” you hear jakes voice, turning to see that he was now fronting.

“thank you jake” you respond, and casper tilts his head.

“you were the one that named one of your cats, right? y/n told me you really like them” casper sparks conversation and jake raises an eyebrow.

“si” he says quickly and casper just smiles.

“he’s a cat mom” you tell casper and jake scoffs.

“she looked like a luna, so i named her luna” he says sternly and you nod.

“and it was.. marc? who named the other one?” casper asks and you nod.

“yeah, so we have luna and pedro” you snort, casper smiling.

“i could see that” he nods and you shake your head.

“see? pedro is a good name for our cat” marc says, granted casper can’t hear him.

“marc is happy you like it” you murmur, casper chuckling at your annoyed expression.

“well, i’m glad” he responds.

it was all light conversations from there on out.

marc and jake did end up talking to casper, and even admitted he wasn’t as bad as they thought.

you were all ‘i told you so’ this and ‘i told you so’ that.

they were all just happy that you had a good time overall with him.

and that you even had him in the first place.

when you had all first met, it was before casper.

you expressed- when you were comfortable- that you wished for anybody to just walk up and say ‘hey let’s be friends’ and that’s exactly what happened.

marc was skeptical, but got over it.

jake wasn’t around yet exactly, but back then if he could’ve given you a hug he would’ve.

they just want you to have the time of your life while you’re still young.

they didn’t have the best childhood, well, marc didn’t, and he was the most wanting you to do anything and everything you want.

except kissing people on the mouth.

he almost died of a heart attack is steven hadn’t fronted when you two were lip locked when he walked in.

it was sadly time to go, out the window of course and down the fire escape.

marc was fronting again, watching you as you said your hushed goodbyes with a worried casper.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i’ll see you, okay?” he nods at you and you smile, darting your eyes to marc for a second before taking casper’s jaw in your hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

he was surprised you would do this in front of marc, considering he threw a fit about it the last time.

marc decided to make fake gagging noises which made you separate from casper and glare at him.

“can you not?”

you stick your tongue out at marc and turn back to casper for a second to wave and start your venture down the fire escape, leaving him with his thoughts.

and after you two left, casper totally didn’t do the thing where he shoved his face in his pillow while listening to live songs by himself.

he totally didn’t do that.

and neither did you.

you totally weren’t whipped for each other.

totally not.

according to marc, you weren’t.

to steven you were, and to jake, well- he was the silent observer.

and they totally didn’t tease you about it all night until you brought up the fact that marc and layla totally didn’t bone on the couch.

totally.

when all the chaos ended, marc debated calling layla over and telling you the news about something they had been talking about.

he ended up chickening out.

he couldn’t do it, not yet.

not until he was sure you’d say yes.

steven and jake knew you would, but decided to have marc ask you since he was the one you physically could say four simple words.

four simple words that he rehearsed in his head over and over.

patience is what steven and jake had.

and patience is all marc needed.

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A/N : IM EARLY :D

this post explains why the chapter is so early, if youre interested, have a nice day guys :))

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shiploverr · 2 years

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I got some inspiration from @thatiranianphantom when they made the post about Toni Topaz and now I am going to do the same about Miss Mary Sue Tabitha Tate and they deserve all the credit ❤️

I DO NOT Like Tabitha Tate and her “Perfect” Character.

Tabitha Tate, granddaughter of our Beloved Pop Tate strolled into Riverdale, The Town Of Pep, in season 5 episode 5x04. You see, whenever there is a new person, who happens to come to Rivervale is suspicious in all aspects. I immediately said, “okay why are you here and what do you want?”

Now, Ms Mary Sue decided to pop up to town to help save Pop’s Chocklit Shoppe and expand its franchise. Cool. My question is, what the holy heavens is she still doing here? She was a business woman from Chicago and just decided to drop everything and come save Pops. My irritation with Tabitha is that we have NO background of her life. None. Zilch. Nada. Shouldn’t that be a warning sign?

For all of you that are quick to call me “racist”, you need to stop where you are. You know nothing about me, my background or who I am as a person, so that right there, gets yeeted out the window.

Let’s uncover all the “not so perfect” things she’s done in our little town of pep, shall we ?

Immediately treated Jughead like shit. Yes that’s right. She automatically called Pop’s HER diner. Like, um, you’ve been here 5 minutes and you’re already telling the one person who called Pops his home that he can’t sit at pops, order coffee and sit there all day trying to write? Um no. Get the fuck out of Riverdale.

After Tabitha and jughead had that almost kiss, he specifically told her that he still wasn’t over his break up with Betty. Then, when he decided to take his magical shroom, without her help the first time, decided “well I said no the first time but since his ex came to town to deliver his yummy fungi, I am going to say I’m his girlfriend and allow him to indulge in it, and watch over him because I like him” 😐 Great Job Tabitha. Wonderful. The trip he took allowed him to disappear but a bloody wrist 🙂 *slow clap* 👏🏼

Oh yeah, remember when Jessica came back to Riverdale for her own agenda to take Jughead’s manuscript and drugged Both Betty and Tabitha? Yeah afterwards, she completely blamed Betty for giving Jessica the manuscript. Like she had nothing to do with it 🤨 trying to appease herself and make it look like she had nothing to do with it. Yeah…

Oh Miss Mary Sue also inserted herself in Jughead’s sobriety. Granted yes, she helped him in the end, but to my knowledge, when someone is an alcoholic, it’s their choice whether or not to get sober. One episode, Jughead mentioned he was worried about Betty being on the highway, and she acknowledged it, then deflected to his sobriety, calling him out on having alcohol breath. 🤨 then proceeded to put her hand on his. How is helping with him his addiction also flirting ? If he can’t worry about Betty, she shouldn’t be throwing herself in an subtle way. Maybe that’s just me …

Tabitha’s lovely parents came to town for Mother’s Day and instead of just indulging her parents by going to a restaurant her MOTHER wanted to go to, she invites Jughead 😐 as her boyfriend. Knowing how vulnerable jughead is, and knowing right now he doesn’t need a distraction/relationship, she inserts him in her family’s bullshít. “Don’t worry about Betty, you need to concentrate on your sobriety. Hey come to dinner with me and my parents as my boyfriend.” Oh let’s not forget that she goes back with him to Archie’s garage. 😑 Hypocritical much? Yeah, NO.

Last but not least, after ONE DATE, she asks him to move in with her. I’m sorry, but does she know how a relationship works? Why the hell would you ask an alcoholic, whose barely get by sober, to move in with you after ONE DATE? That’s doomed for destruction. She has no common sense and decency to allow him to continue his journey to sobriety and allow himself to heal from his still broken heart.

This is ONLY from season 5. I could continue on, but you get the drift that, Tabitha a.k.a. Mary Sue isn’t so perfect. She inserted herself in Jughead’s & Betty’s business without being asked to. You think because now Pops is your diner and that the people that come through that door is now your business? Their lives ? No. You need to go back to Chicago, fix your relationship with your parents and move on. Riverdale isn’t for you. Don’t try to play “I can’t fix him/them” because you’re no superhero. Stop making peoples lives your business. And again… we know NOTHING about you. What are you really running from Ms Tate?

That’s all the energy, time and fucks I want to give to this character. Yes. I do not like Tabitha and probably never will. You have a problem with that? Bite me.

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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The First Night - Ch 3 of 9

Sapnap has a night shift. It should be boring, but a handsome face ready to bite his head off helps shake things up.

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Mafia AU masterpost

~ Sapnap ~

Sapnap passes his housemate on the way into the precinct, the sun just touching the city skyline.

“Where’re you going?” Sapnap stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m off for the night,” Dream brushes him off with a smug grin.

“You were supposed to have desk duty.”

“I got George to swap me for a day shift,” Dream gives a sarcastic salute to their friend, who looks perfectly comfortable laid back in the desk chair, unresponsive from behind tinted shades.

“Why, you have plans?” Sapnap nudges him. “Without me?”

“Hey, I have a life outside of you,” Dream rolls his eyes. “I’ll probably get home same time you do.”

“Oh those kinds of plans!” Sapnap laughs. “Don’t have too much fun without me, asshole.”

“No promises!” Dream heads out with a skip in his step.

Sapnap saunters over to the desk, hands in his pockets. “Hey, George.”

George remains unmoving.

“George!” Sapnap claps in front of his face.

“What do you want?” George sits up sharply, startled awake.

“Dream usually keeps me company, so. I’m your problem now,” Sapnap sits up on the desk.

“Um, no, actually, according to the Captain, you’re East side’s problem tonight,” George taps the note left on the desk.

“He’s sending me out alone?” Sapnap whines. “Sam has been such a hardass lately.”

“Mhm that happens when your department is a failure,” George says dryly. “You want company, try and get Dream back. I’m not moving.”

“No, fine, I’ll be a… a lone wolf, then. Take on the streets by myself,” Sapnap says haughtily.

“Well, make sure you’re a lone wolf in street clothes, okay? You wear that thing over there– over there alone, Dream gets a body bag instead of a roommate tomorrow.”

“Oooh, so morbid!” Sapnap teases. “I’ll change. Radio me if something interesting happens.”

“Nothing interesting happens over here,” George waves him off, laying back in his chair.

Sapnap changes, not bothering with a car. Even the ones that aren’t squad cars are too recognizable. He’d rather just tread carefully. Sam has been downright paranoid lately, which isn’t too far out of line considering all the trouble the Badlands have been giving him, but it does mean Sapnap is stuck wandering the streets on the off chance something happens. Sam has been reluctant to schedule specific patrols as those have almost constantly been met with either suspiciously little mob activity or a shoot out where out of sight officers are picked off like flies. Maybe Sapnap should be taking this a bit more seriously.

Sam’s rules are clear. If an officer is alone, or even just with a partner, report mob activity, don’t engage. Which means even if Sapnap does see something, no fun allowed. He’s supposed to run home and rally the troops.

There are other things he could be doing. Writing parking tickets or something. Little things like that are usually left alone over here. No one is going to risk their neck for a petty fine. Maybe there are some benefits to living in mob territories. Sapnap also knows there are Speakeasies dotting this side of the city. That’s where all the booze smuggled into the docks gets sent. He could find one, surely. It’s been a few years, but he remembers the ones his d– that the Badlands had. No one would have to know he’s a cop. He could sit back, have a drink. No one has to know where he went on his shift tonight.

No. Even if he doesn’t get recognized as a cop, he doesn’t want to get recognized for anything else, either. He can’t say he doesn’t miss living over here. Living in some snooty neighborhood gets so boring. The people are always sizing him up. Sure, if he told someone over there, oh, I’m a cop, he wouldn’t get a bullet between his eyes, but they’d immediately guess his yearly income and decide he’s not worth a date.

“Hey! Hey you– Pretty guy with his hair pulled back!” A short man probably around his age with mousy brown hair and a trenchcoat way too long on him waves him down.

“Me?” Sapnap blinks. Pretty guy?

“Yeah, you! You’re a handsome dude. You’re missing something, though. No one’s gonna give you the time of day if you don’t have a nice watch–”

“Why would I… need the time of day if I have a watch..?”

The man laughs and Sapnap can’t help but feel glad that he did. “Didn’t think about that, yeah! Guess not. Either way, you wanna buy a watch?” He opens his coat, revealing an obscene amount of watches of varying condition carefully displayed on loops of cloth clearly sewn in for this exact purpose.

Sapnap gives him a look, almost disappointed. Sapnap doesn’t break eye contact with him, doing his best to ignore how pretty his eyes are, and very slowly, he pulls out his badge. The man stares at him, Sapnap stares back; he fucking books it down the street, coat rattling all the while. Sapnap sprints after him. The man turns sharply away from the street crowded with shops and people and toward one lined with townhouses. Sapnap thinks the guy must not be very bright, he had a chance to lose him in the crowd and had forsaken it for what, basically showing Sapnap where he lived? The guy all but smacks into the only other person on the street, stopping and talking very fast to whoever he had run into.

“–Karl, deep breath. I have no fucking clue what you’re saying. You really shouldn’t be over here, we’re too close to–”

“Cop behind me, cop is–” The watch thief, apparently Karl, waves back to him.

Oh, so the guy had run this way for protection. From another guy just as short and small as him.

Sapnap can easily guess that means his friend is probably packing and Sapnap has no intention of getting shot over a guy selling fucking watches, so he slows down, approaching the pair at a jog. “Look, I can just– I’m not gonna arrest you, but–” Sapnap doesn’t know what he was planning on doing. The man– Karl had started running and Sapnap had followed. He didn’t know how to just go never mind and walk away now. “So how about I give you a fine instead and we call it even?”

The other man, a few inches shorter than Karl, steps in front of him, arms folded over his chest. He’s dressed well, a suit and tie, save for a beanie that did not match the rest of the ensemble. He looks unimpressed. He is, regrettably, as handsome as the watch thief. In fact, he looks vaguely familiar.

“A fine for what?”

“Uh, selling stuff without a permit? Selling clearly stolen watches? Running from an officer?”

“You have no basis claiming the watches were stolen, I seriously doubt you asked to see a permit, and you’re in street clothes. I’d run too if a random guy was harassing me,” the man says shortly.

Sapnap realizes where he recognizes him. Lawyer. Definitely a lawyer. “I showed him my badge.”

“Oh, right, you reached into your pocket in a neighborhood with high crime rates and gun violence every other night and are upset the guy ran? Please,” he scoffs. “How about I let you go with a warning and don’t call your superiors.”

Sapnap is taken aback. Let you go with a warning– that’s his line. “You must be real fun to deal with in court.”

The man narrows his eyes, wary. “Do I know you?”

“Don’t need to. You lawyers have the energy of a small dog with too much bite.”

Rather than irritated, the man smirks, amused. “Right, and you cops are the big dogs, right? All bark and no bite. Unless of course, the person is weaker than you and you know your fucking department will back you up like the entitled brats you are.”

Okay, that one stung a little. “Okay, fine,” he looks to Karl. “I’ll let you off with a warning. Let you get this one home. Lots of important lawyer things to do I’m sure. Probably gets fussy if he doesn’t feel like he’s won every conversation.”

“Come on, Quackity,” Karl holds on tightly to his companion’s arm. “Don’t bother.”

The shorter man, Quackity, lets Karl pull him away and Sapnap can’t help but think Karl just did him a favor more than Quackity.

Quackity. He knows that name too– oh shit. Sapnap walks a little faster to the opposite side of the street. That guy was a lot worse than just a lawyer. He defends mob bosses and wins. Even if he’s not dangerous, his friends definitely are. Not someone Sapnap plans on crossing any time soon. Unless what he just did was enough to screw himself over. Fuck.

Sapnap returns to the more commercial streets, lamps now turning on to give patchy pools of yellow light for the remaining citizens to scurry home. This is where the real work starts. Sapnap double checks to make sure his badge is out of sight in his pocket. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement. Sapnap looks up at the fire escape outside a mid tier hotel to see a scrawny kid climbing down.

“Hey, I don’t think you’re supposed to be up there,” Sapnap calls. “Not unless there’s a fire.”

“Mind your own fucking business, then!” The kid shouts.

Sapnap sighs. This is easier when he’s in uniform. Well, easier if he weren’t in mob territory. He pulls out his badge. “Can you come over here, please?” He’s just a kid, probably just screwing around because his parents were annoying him in some stupid hotel room. Sapnap will get him down and take him inside. Have the front desk find his parents. Riveting stuff.

The kid stops his descent at the top of the last ladder. “Uh, no can do, Copper, I’ve got places to be and don’t have time to deal with your shit.” He starts to climb back up.

“Come on, man!” Sapnap says exasperatedly.

“Best of luck to you! Actually, no. Hope you eat shit and die!” The kid says cheerfully with a sarcastic salute, before he leaps to the roof of the next building.

“Dude! Oh my god– That is like, so dangerous!” Sapnap runs next door. The building is locked up tight. “Just– Come down! Where are your parents?!”

Sapnap had assumed the kid would’ve kept running, but instead a blond head pokes over the edge of the roof. “Never ask someone that– who fucking raised you?” The kid scoffs, offended. “Have some fuckin’ tact next time!”

Sapnap actually has to agree with that bit. The kid definitely wouldn’t be on a roof if he had a loving, ordinary family waiting at home. Sapnap’s sympathy dies with a shriek as a well aimed glob of spit lands on his shoulder.

“Hah!” Then the kid is gone.

Sapnap had been hoping for an easy night. He almost would’ve preferred a shoot out with the mob.

#my writing #mafia au #/roleplay #the beginnings of karlnapity #c!tommy #tommyinnit #c!quackity #quackity #c!sapnap #c!Karl

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jackalopes-pen · 6 months

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Chapter 4: Debriefing

Summary: Kyle was called by Stan to a coffee shop about an insane conspiracy that guy tutoring him is a wanted vigilante.

Word Count: 873

Characters: Stan Marsh | Toolshed, Kyle Broflovski | Human Kite, Henrietta Biggle, Michael (No Last Name Given.)

A/N: As I said, this fic is for my entertainment now. I think The Omens are pretty obvious at this point, but whatever. Not the point.

Previous: [Oddity] | [Laughter]

“C’mon, Kyle. I’m serious about this.” Stan said

“You think some goth twerp that’s forced to tutor you… is a wanted vigilante?” Kyle said, not believing a word.

Whenever Stan got one of his ‘hunches’ about something it was almost never right. Kyle was just used to being called over to the coffee shop, and talking it through his super best friend. Stan would talk about his ‘indisputable’ evidence which was in fact very disputable. Then he’d do something stupid, Kyle would call his bluff and it was over. Occasionally, Stan would overstep and then Kyle would do something bigger to shut it down. At some point, he thought this was just an excuse for Stan to take Kyle on coffee dates without seeming suspicious. Well, if Stan ever actually asked Kyle on a date it’s not like he’d say no.

“I have evidence, okay? They laugh the same.” Stan presented this like a revelation.

“Have you ever considered… that there’s only so many ways to laugh?” Kyle said, completely sarcastic.

“I’m serious, dude! He did the same thing to stop laughing.” Stan said. He demonstrated the motion, it looked like a pulling down from the head.

“A shit ton of people do that. Especially theatre nerds. Would it be that surprising if a guy who dresses like that is in theatre or around it?” Kyle said. He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee.

“Sure, sure. But, c’mon. You don’t think it’s worth investigating?” Stan was close to begging at this point.

“I really don’t. I’m starting to think you're just trying to find a way out of your tutoring sessions.” Kyle huffed a laugh.

“I’m not! Dude, just give it a moment to really think about it and you’ll see that-” Stan suddenly stopped talking and looked up.

“What?” Kyle looked over and saw two people enter the coffee shop, they looked like something straight out of breakfast club.

Stan pulled Kyle closer and whispered to him. “There, that’s the guy that Pete had with him.” Stan pointed to the taller of the vampire-looking duo.

Kyle sighed and watched them. They looked to be a boy and a girl, one significantly taller than the other. They ordered black coffees and sat down at a booth. They were talking in low voices, and one of them pulled a notebook from their coat and from the looks of it was sketching.

“They just look like normal people to me. Kinda gay, but normal.” Kyle shrugged.

“Fuck, what was his name? I completely forgot..” Stan said. He leaned back trying to think.

“You can’t seriously think that even if this guy was a vigilante, he would tell someone,” Kyle sighed before continuing. “What, do you think they’re all part of The Omens cause they dress dark and don’t talk as much as you?”

“Whatever man. I know I’m right. They can’t be just goth weirdos, there has to be something off. I just know it man! I have a hunch!” Stan insisted.

“When have your hunches been right?” Kyle challenged.

“I- um… more than you’re giving me credit for!” Stan stammered out. He probably actually had no idea.

“Okay. Well you have no concrete evidence that-” Kyle started but was immediately cut off by Stan.

“Oh, Michael! That was his name. Yeah, he barely talked during the session and that’s more then enough evidence to-” Stan started to argue but Kyle cut him off.

“Look, Stan. I’m getting kinda annoyed so, why don’t I go over and ask?” Kyle offered. He was mad, and just saying words but now he said it. Not like he was gonna back off now.

“What? Just… ask if they’re The Omens?” Stan laughed awkwardly at the idea.

“Yeah. How they react will tell if you’re just being insane.” Kyle emphasised his two words. He genuinely couldn’t see a world where those undead-looking teenagers were an actual threat.

“You know what? Ask, go on. I know you wouldn’t” Stan said. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

It was a pet peeve when people tried to pull this shit with him. So, he promptly got up and walked over to the goth’s booth. They looked at him with some mix of confusion and disgust. ‘Michael’ as Stan remembered his name, shut his notebook hastily.

“Hey, so… you tutored my friend yesterday. He thinks you’re a vigilante now.” Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. “So… are you?”

“Why would either of us say something if we were?” The girl raised an eyebrow and spoke in a deadpan sarcasm.

“More importantly, we aren’t.” Michael said and reopened his notebook to sketch.

“Yeah, I figured. Thanks.” Kyle gave the two a half-hearted smile and walked back over to Stan.

Stan at this point had his head down on the table. He didn’t expect Kyle to actually go through with it, so now he was just suling in his own hubris and trying to pretend he didn’t exist. He does this way too much. It’s always the same when his hunches are disproven. He gets embarrassed and hides himself away. It's just so predictable. Maybe it’s nice to be predictable in this case, even kind of… cute.

#south park #sp #south park fanfic #south park fanfiction #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #sp toolshed #sp human kite #the fractured but whole #henrietta biggle #south park goth kids #south park henrietta #south park michael

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adelheidvonschicksal · 3 years

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I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”

#megumi x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #megumi fluff #jjk megumi #look at me finally writing something sfw for him #i have like 5 wips that all revolve around this boy

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heshoes · 2 years

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VS3

It seems that you’ve graduated from Scarred Styles to Harry’s personal home to finally finish the tattoo that the famed owner and artist stared over 2 weeks ago, however, when it’s all said and done and the permanent ink has settled will your lust for the cocksure owner settle and die down as well?

ITS DONEEEE READ READ READ IT I have yet to edit it but I will later whores! BYE IM GOING TO BED NOW IM GONNA THROW UP I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE if you did kindly give me feedback send me anons and reblog 😌😌👹👹

Warnings: Pain kink unprotected sex (make sure he’s wrapped before cheeks be clapped), slight degrading and SMUT nasty nasty smut!

word count: 6.1k

VS1, VS2

You barely knew him.

Thats the only thing that went through your mind as you’d pulled into yet another parking lot only this time, it was Harry’s— the parking lot to his apartment.You didn’t have to fumble with trying to find a space, you didn’t have to worry about how much you had to pay the parking meeter, in fact you knew that no where was truly a safe haven, but you didn’t feel as if you had to worry about that much at all here.

The sun had just set, yet as you pulled into the lot each side of the street immediately lit up with street lamps to guid your path. You could’t even pull in to park without giving the gate guard a code and the building that you sat in front of left you questioning if you were even in the right place.

You’d opened your text messages to check and recheck the address, however, regardless of your doubt— the numbers in the message matched that of the numbers on the building and the building was lavish. It was nothing short of your typical downtown hipster vibe, but it was the last place that you would expect a person like Harry to be.

Continuing to look at your phone, you scrolled up past the address provided to the very first text that he’d sent you causing you to smile.

H: Hello, Y/N. Are you sure you’re fine with coming to my place to finish the tattoo? Wouldn’t want you to feel pressured or anything.

Y/N? No “pretty bird?” Hi, Harry. Your texts are so formal. Im sure i want to come at your house.

*to your house. Sorry. Auto correct.

H: Auto correct? I don’t think it was but we’ll address that later. Business before pleasure, pretty bird. You did pay me for it after all. I aim to please. Every time.

You took a deep breath and looked down at your phone wishing that you told Gia now about you and Harry’s hook up. Not that you felt threatened or unnerved about being at his apartment, you at least felt as if you should let her know where you were so that someone would. You would do the same for your tinder dates. If she got suspicious you could always allude to that.

Hey. I just wanted to let you know I’m out on a date just in case it all goes wrong and I end up on the news tomorrow in a missing persons report.

You looked at your screen as you killed your engine and grabbed your purse, not expecting a text back so soon.

G: Aye! Thanks for letting me know. Maybe you should drop your pin? If he attempted anything with you I’m sure he’d be in the missing persons report…Who is it?

You loved your friend, but she was inquisitive.

Tinder date… I wanted to be wined and dined.

G: Tinder? Wined and dined? Hoe… You want to bump and grind. Be safe make good choices. Have good sex. Drop Your pin.

You chuckled to yourself as you contemplated sharing your location. Surely if you did it she would know and perhaps Harry didn’t want his employee’s to be the wiser? He did say that was always the professional besides the times that he had you on his table. You opted to ignore the request seeing as you shared your location with Gia already you found it unnecessary that she know the exact address. If she had any inkling of where Harry lives surely she would put the clues together to know where you were based off the area alone.

You checked your face once more applying gloss to your lips and wrapped the tendrils of hair that hung in your face around your finger once more to ensure that there was still a cute spiral before you hopped out of your car, approaching his building cautiously. A doorman opened the glass double door for you catching you off guard as you sent Harry an I’m downstairs text. What you were absolutely not expecting next was the reply he sent you.

H: Okay. I’ll come get you.

You snickered to yourself before answering. Surely you could navigate an elevator alone.

526 right?

H: 526. Yes.

I’m already on the elevator.

H: I’ll meet you at the doors then.

You smiled to yourself as Harry insisted and a feeling of anticipation took over your being as you elevated quickly to the 5th floor. When the bell ding to let you know that you’d made it to your destination and the doors opened you let out a puff of air unaware that you were holding your breath in the first place.

Harry wasn’t there like he said he’d be causing you to look at the number on the floor one more time before exiting the elevator, but as soon as you entered the foyer of the floor you could hear feet padding towards you. When your eyes met a grin automatically spread on his face and you held your breath again knowingly this time as you took in his scantily clad appearance.

Usually when you see Harry, black jeans and or a black tank t-shirt is what you’re accustomed to, however, with him being at home, a more relaxed look did make sense.

Grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his narrow hips was all he wore to meet you at the elevator and though you weren’t complaining you were staring and he did see you. You cleared your throat and averted your eyes upwards toward his face causing him to smile before pulling his bottom lip in his mouth just so a dimple could pop.

“You didn’t have to meet me at the elevator you know. I was going to be just fine making it to your door.”

“Yeah, well. I’m a fucking gentleman, Y/N, if you must know. It’s like in my DNA or sommat.”

“A scantily clad gentleman.” You eyed him up and down shamelessly before Harry tilted his head to the side to look at you the same way taking you in all the while visually undressing you.

“Sorry. Got out of the shower and this was all I was able to grab, but I do tend to get comfortable at home. I can put on something else if this bothers you?” Harry spoke before stopping in front of his door, pulling the key to his flat out of his pocket before unlocking it to let you in.

You’d prefer of he’d take something off. The sexual tension between the two of you was already palpable and you’d only just got here, but you continued to play as coy as he did.

“No. By all means, stay comfortable. You are at home after all.”

Your eyes widened as they scanned the industrial open lay out of the loft apartment in awe of how sleek it was for a single male somewhere in his 20’s. His home was black and exposed brick pillars with various pops of dark copper steal throughout; on his stair case, the frames of the floor to ceiling windows, and the beams that ran across the cap of the residence. It was cold for lack of better word, but somehow still somewhat warm.

“Shoes at the door, please.” Harry spoke while watching you, same grin on his lips that was there in the hallway.

“Yeah of course. So this is how all celebrity tattoo artists live?” You asked removing your shoes while hobbling on one leg at a time.

“Not all of them.” He responded cockily too sure that he was part of a select few before he spoke again. “Do you need anything before we start? Food? Drink?”

“Nope. Just need you to finish me off—.” You spoke with the intent to get a rise and that’s exactly what you did. Harry’s head tilted to the side but before he could get a quip in you finished your statement, “like you said, that’s what I paid you for.”

Harry’s thumb slid across his bottom lip before he nodded his head. “Alright. Table is in the living room. You can put your leggings on the couch…You have on panties this time I assume?”

You laughed out loud because you had a second mind not wear them. You hated how panty lines showed through leggings, but because you would have to take the leggings off, you decided on a at least a thong this time. With the skirt on you were able to cover your cunt with the excess fabric. If you took off your leggings and were completely bare underneath you highly doubt the tattoo would ever get done.

“I think I might have remembered panties today,”

“How unfortunate.” Harry pouted before bringing a cold water bottle to his lips, smirking at his cheeky comment as he watched you walk away from him towards the inset style living room.

You set your bag on his couch as you looked over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow hoping for a bit of privacy as you disrobed regardless to how unnecessary it was. Harry’s gaze intensified with your own as he continued to drink from his water bottle so you’d decided to give him something to look at. Slowly pulling your leggings down your thighs and down to you ankles you bent over showing Harry your ass before standing up again, leggings in hand to neatly fold them and place them on the couch next to your purse. Water dribbled down the side of his mouth causing his forked tongue to clean up his spill, and slowly lick at the corner of his lips causing your clit to ache.

“If I didn’t wear them, how else would you have been able to focus? I think my pussy hypnotizes you.”

Harry began to choke on the water he drank chuckling before bringing the rim to his full pink lips, prepared to moisten them once more.

“You know you’re very sure of yourself, pretty bird. Love to see it in you.”

“Pot, meet kettle.” You spoke resisting the urge to say what else you’d love to see in you before you sat on the cold leather of the table.

Feeling goose bumps rise on your skin subtly subdued the heat between your legs and you were grateful for the cooling contrast as it settled down your lust. You wore something that you would have to take off for the same reason that Harry strutted out in grey sweatpants. It was a thirst trap. You both knew you wanted to fuck the other senseless and uninhibitedly, hence an invite to Harry’s private living quarters, but the build to the fuck was just as arousing as the act itself and you had no intensions of speeding it up.

You were lost in thought as Harry came to sit in front of you. Gloves already on his hands and materials already in place for him to finally finish the tattoo. Music played subtly in the background as he removed the bandage from your leg causing you to hiss in pleasure at how slightly raw the skin still felt.

“Have you always had a pain kink?” Harry asked nonchalantly as he examined your skin, determining it to be healed enough to start tattooing again. The question caught you off guard and intensified the dull ache that began to grow in your clit from his touch alone. Instead of showing his effect on you, you decided to ask a question of your own.

“Do you always bring women here to finish their tattoos?”

Harry looked up at you from under his eyebrows, allowing one corner of his mouth to curl upward before looking back at your leg. Answering your question without so much as a word. The felt tip of his sharpie drew on its finishing touches before the vibration of the tattoo gun could be heard. You braced yourself sighing slightly as the needle dug into your skin.

“How big of a whore do you take me for, pretty bird?”

“With a place like this? A huge one.”

Harry laughed as his focus shifted to the tattoo in front of him and you looked around his apartment at exactly how the space was set up. To you, the set up of a persons home said a lot about them and Harry was no exception to this.

“You wound me. I rarely bring anyone back to my house…”

“Is that so?” You asked him with a smirk of your own on your lips as you continued to gather possible sexual pleasures from the details around his apartment. You’d been on enough “tinder dates” to be able to gather a person’s kinks before they even address them or even know they made them prevalent. Your eyes landed on two things so far and those two things were enough to make you cum in your panties at just the idea of them.

“Mhm.”

You’d let it slide, for now, not wanting to burst his bubble to quickly as you’d decided that you already knew he wasn’t telling the entire truth. Instead of outing him, you watched him intently he continued to make permanent drawings on your leg, observing how his own tattooed skin tensed and flexed as a result of his muscle movement.

You were glad he wasn’t wearing a shirt. It gave you something else to look at for sure and let you know more about him without asking too many questions.

He was certainly a person who worked out. His back muscles popped under the various black ink marks that you longed to get a better look at. You should have known that his back, chest and torso would be just as tattooed as his arms and neck proved to be and you couldn’t help but wonder how long it took for him to get this tatted.

He had so many tattoos that stood out now that you could see the majority of them in all their glory. There were markings everywhere, swallows on his collar bones, a moth? Or maybe it was a butterfly sat in the middle of his torso right under where his sternum ended, several drawings made up the sleeves on each of his arms that you’d managed to see the first time you met him. But even still with all of his of the exposed markings you saw, your favorite was still the small cross that rested on the apex of his thumb and fore finger on his left hand.

“I can feel you staring.”

“Your tattoos are a distraction. I was trying to count how many you have.”

“Good luck with that. I’ve lost count myself. But the last number I remember is 162 and that was before my right sleeve.”

“Fuck…This is actually starting to burn in a bad way.” You winced as Harry wiped your thigh with a paper towel to remove access ink that sat on the top of your skin.

“So the burn was good before, pretty bird? I’m partial to the burn of a tattoo myself, but I forgot that this is your first one. You’re doing so good for me, but do you need a break?”

The words rolled off his lips effortlessly leading you to believe that he’s said them before in a very different context, either that or that specific context is how you’d like to hear those exact words again.

Your throat went dry and you put your hand there as reference causing Harry’s eyes to be drawn to the spot where you touched. You thought you saw his pupils dilate slightly but it could have just been the lightning in the room.

“I think I should have taken you up on that drink offer.”

Harry stood from his seat and made his way towards his kitchen once more letting you get a better visual of the thick imprint of his cock as it swung freely in the loose fitting fabric as well as how cute his ass was in his sweats when he turned away from you.

“Water? Juice? Coffee? Alcohol?”

“Water is fine. Thank you.” You answered as he brought back two bottles, one for you and himself. When you took the bottle from him you once again was thankful for the contrast of the cold bottle on your heated skin.

“You ready? I’m almost done. I have something else I need to do after this.”

Your eyebrows knotted slightly. Did you interpret this invite wrong? Between the sexual innuendoes and the flirting in texts that you both sent leading up to this point it was pretty clear what you both wanted, or at least you thought so. You nodded your head not allowing it to get to you before he started again. There was only a small section left now.

He began shading again, which you were able to justify as the worst part of the whole process but you could feel yourself begin to settle as the tips of his fingers pressed into your inner thigh. The sting once again turned into a pleasurable dull ache that caused your pussy to flood, dampening the thong you wore and releasing pheromones that caused Harry to practically salivate.

He continued to work with his head down, determined to finish the piece before he had a piece only if you would have him that is. You were very much that something else to do after the tattoo is finished, but the fact that you were unaware that it was you only added to his arousal.

A tent began to pitch in his grey thirst trap joggers though his eyes remained on the work in front of him. Clearly now he was determined, but so were you. Harry sat in the perfect position to allow your opposite foot to graze his leg and you did so, pointing your toes to drag your foot lazily up his thigh. Harry’s bottom lip drew into his mouth as he tried to actively ignore how close you were to his cock. You were almost able to graze it with the tip of your toes, but a sharp sting caught you off guard.

“Ahh Shit”

“Shh. You should know by now that the inner thigh stings a little bit more.” Harry spoke, pausing the tattoo processes to take a sip of his water. He rubbed over your thigh gently where he’d made the last mark before kissing just below it. His lips were wet once more with the water but if he continued that they would surely be wet with your juices.

“Better?” The gravel in his voice made blood rush to your clit and the familiar scent of your arousal hit your nose. There was no way that he didn’t know just how wet you were.

“Better.” You responded holding his eye contact as your heart drummed in your chest and the aching in your clit picked up a rhythmic pattern of its own.

“Good, because it’s finally, finished pretty bird.” Harry;s hand drug down slowly toward the back of your knee causing a chill to run down your spine. At this point your panties were ruined. You might as well not have worn them. “Why don’t you go check it in the mirror?”

Harry moved his chair back away from you and the bulge in his sweats was more prevalent now than it was before, half mast to full. Quickly you stood from his tattoo seat and made your way to the full body length mirror with your thought solely on how deep you could get his cock down your throat instead of looking at the work of art that he’d just completed.

You grinned as you looked at yourself in front of two of his sexual tells. The first being the body length mirror that could arguably be there because he does tattoo in his home and it does help clients better see his work. However, seeing his bedroom upstairs from this open concept style loft, you also saw that the same kind of mirror sat just so on the side of his bed. The smile on your face grew as you were pleased with your tattoo. Harry was incredibly talented and his work was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the view from the floor to ceiling windows that had no kind of curtain on them whatsoever. From the observations that you made he liked to watch and be watched and what a better way to thank him for such a beautiful piece of art? Taking into consideration that Harry said he had something else to do, you figured that you could possibly get him to postpone his plans.

Your fingers traced lightly over the fresh ink lines as you looked at your tattoo more than satisfied with how it came out. You stood there silently in awe before another reflexion was seen behind you in the mirror.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked as his eyes made contact with yours in the reflecting glass.

“I do. A lot.” A smirk grew on his lips causing heat to overtake your entire being and when you felt his body press against yours from behind, you thought you’d spontaneously combust.

Harry used his middle finger to trace lightly around the welted skin of your tattoo until it got closer to your inner thigh, drawing upward towards your cunt. An unsolicited moan left your lips causing him to stop and raise his eyebrow cockily before his hands past where you wanted them to be. His fingers now tracing over the band of your panties.

“How are your piercings?” His chin rested gently on your shoulder as you continued the light touch of his fingers across the skin of your stomach as you stood in soaked panties and a t-shirt.

“They’re fine.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.” Harry’s grin deepened as your eyebrows raised. How you were still able to stand on two feet was beyond you at this point. Your heart sped up in your chest and you couldn’t break the eye contact that he held with you through the mirror. It was almost as if you were stunned.

“I have no reason to lie.” You quipped before licking your lips and placing your own hand over the one of harry’s that had since stopped its movement above the top of your panties.

“Let me check then?”

“I would, but didn’t you say that you had something to do?”

Harrys left hand crept up your side causing you to shiver as it moved slowly. You watched him still in the mirror not daring to look away, let alone blink. His fingers grazed your breast as it continued its ascent and when it reached your shoulder and started to come across your collar bones to allow his fingers to splay and wrap gently, yet firmly at the base of your neck, you had to lean against him for support. He had you in a chokehold, literally and figuratively and that’s when you knew it for sure.

You were his.

“I was talking about you, pretty bird.” His lips skimmed the shell of your ear causing you to take a shaky deep breath as you allowed more of your weight to rest against Harry’s chest. “Let me check? Do you want me to check? Say it…Tell me. Tell me.”

“Yes. Please?” You replied barely above a whisper before his right hand delved under your panties careful to not be too rough with the new clit modification.

His left hand still rested firmly on your neck and when he felt the extent of how turned on you were, his grip tightened. You could do nothing but moan as his middle finger delved deep into your cunt causing him to put slight pressure on your overly sensitive clit with the palm of his hand.

“Fuckin hell, Y/N” Harry moaned into the open space of the room, the sound of your name rolling off of his split tongue enough to make you come undone. You forced your eyes to stay open and your knees to not give out keeping the cross on his left hand as a focal point as his right ring finger pushed into your pulsating pussy

Your jaw dropped and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he continued to finger fuck you in the mirror. Pornographic sounds began to fall from your lips but just as Harry began the build to get you to where you wanted to be, all you could feel was the loss of connection. Your eyes snapped open as Harry grinned devilishly behind you, the grip of his left hand loosening, much to your disapproval.

“Look at the mess you’re leaving on my fingers, Y/N.”

You blinked as you looked at his fingers, glistening in your pussy juice under the light in the living room of his apartment. Quickly you grabbed his wrist bringing his fingers to your lips before you elicited his gaze on yours in the mirror once more. Opening your mouth you slowly enveloped the two fingers that were just inside of you, cleaning off your juices for him while moaning as you did so before your thumbs hooked in the top of your panties. You removed the wet cloth in one quick swoop before dropping to your knees in front of him.

“You’ve shown me how good your tongue is, but now I want to show you that even though it’s not forked, mine is just as good.” You looked up at Harry innocently from your position on the floor between his legs. His cock was ever present and could be seen clearly through the light grey sweats that he wore causing your to salivate and your pussy to clench. Harry’s eyes had since darkened and were slightly hooded as he looked down at you. He played it cool, but inside he was overly excited with your sudden want to please him.

“By all fuckin means.” He spoke as he allowed his back to thud against the glass of his floor to ceiling window. This wouldn’t be the first time that his neighbors would have a show if they used binoculars and it wouldn’t be the last. It was, however, the one that he was most eager about.

Your fingers hooked into the thick band of the sweatpants before taking your time to pull them down taking in every detail as your removed the clothing. You’d decided to take your time. You’d had his cock before after all even though it wasn’t in your mouth initially. You wanted to tease him. Make it last. There needed to be a build.

The ferns tattooed on his pelvic bones are the first things that caught your attention. They almost acted as an arrow that pointed you where he wanted you to be most and to show your appreciation for their subtle directional point you placed your lips on each leaf, leaving open mouthed kisses on your way from right to left and then again on the opposite side from left to right until you’d gotten to his happy trail each time.

Your eyes met up with his once more as he watched you intensely. His breathing had since escalated and you could feel the tension at his lower abdomen as your tongue stuck out to lick slowly down the trail of hair.

“Shit.” Harry spoke before running his right hand over his mouth. If he had to think about how your lips would feel wrapped around him too much longer, he thought he’d pass out.

You grinned at the curse that left his lips as you continued to slowly peel away the sweats, pulling them far enough away from his body to allow for his dick to spring free. You couldn’t help the way that your eyes widened as and your mouth watered at the sight of it close and personal especially since you were now able to see the tiny silver metal piercing between the underside of the head and the shaft of his penis that you were too preoccupied to notice before.

“Have you had this the whole time?!” You asked in shock as you turned your head to look up at him. Harry only chuckled as you examined his frenum jewelry.

“As far as I know its been there for 3 years. You must have been too busy moaning my name to notice it, pretty bird.”

You were at a loss for words. You knew something about the way he felt when he fucked you was different but you did’t think it had anything to do with a piercing on his cock. You spit in your hand before grasping his shaft and repositioning yourself on your knees as you began to move your hand up and down in a twisting motion. Harry’s head hit the window with a thud as he watched you, shock still visible on your features.

“You alright down there?” He cheekily asked while looking down at you, playful concern in his voice.

“I won’t swallow any jewelry will I?” You asked with mocked concern before sticking your tongue out to lick the slit of Harry’s cock, wiping away the bead of precum that began to develop. His hand instinctively went into your hair as a hiss left his lips and his hips pushed forward into your hand.

“Not if you know what you’re doing.”

You accepted his challenge as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick suckling gingerly before slowly moving down his shaft, inch by inch. You swallowed him back until you reached the base of him, almost having to unhinge your jaw to do so.

“Fffuck!” Harry cursed as your hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as you head began to bob. Slob fell freely from your mouth, sure to make the blow job messy as you continued to suck, ignoring the sting you felt in your cheeks as you did so.

You gagged several times on his thick length as the fingers of your left hand continued to feel the weight of his balls and the fingers of your right gently massaged his perineum. Your eyes watered and tears began to fall down your cheeks as you gave him your best effort, surprised that you were able to take him all.

Looking up through bleary eyes you watched Harry as he looked down between you and the mirror, catching two different views of his cock disappearing and reappearing from the hole in your face.

“Fuck, Y/N! You little fuckin slut. You take my cock so well, pretty bird. Suck dick so well. Ssss shit.”

You whimpered around his shaft in response to his degrading praises as you felt your own saliva fall in strings from your mouth and his cock to your arms and the floor. Your pussy got so wet that it began to drip as well, the egg white consistency running down your legs as you continued to suck his dick and run your tongue over the piercing just to feel him tense against your tongue when you did so.

The city lights glimmered in the background only adding to your arousal. For a moment you’d almost forgotten that at any given moment someone could be watching you and now you understood why Harry opted for no curtains in his house.

Deep guttural moans that escaped Harrys parted lips became more strained and you knew that he was close. You hated that it meant that you might have to wait to have him inside of you as he recovered, but you were happy and pretty sure that you were giving him the best blow job that he’d had in a while or possibly ever. You’d allowed yourself to be cocky and it showed in the way that your head bobbed confidently on his cock, slurping and moaning all the while holding eye contact as Harry’s eyes began to flutter shut. His hands tightened in your hair and one last deep moan was all you heard before ropes of his cum filled your cheeks and covered your tongue.

You drank him down willfully and continued to suck until you knew he was spent, slowly gliding him out of your mouth and kissing the tip of his cock before you looked over at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was mussed, face wet with your own gagging tears, and your cheeks and lips were swollen from your effort. You loved the way you looked after giving head. It was one of the times that your own reflection turned you on the most.

Before you were able to lick up the drop of cum that managed to escape your lips you were pulled to your feet and kissed fully. Harry’s tongue making your knees week as each half of it massaged your own. You were sure that he could taste his own cum, but the fact that he kept kissing you regardless only made you whimper.

Harry’s hands snaked around your waist before slowly going down to your ass, gripping each cheek in his palms as he backed you up, slowly.

“So do I know what I’m doing?” You questioned him with your eyebrows knotted and your head tilted slightly to the side before your lips curled up in a smile. Harry kissed your lips again and before you knew it your legs were no longer on the floor and your back met with the cooled glass of the window causing you to moan out in shock.

“Yeah I would say so.” Harry’s reply was short lived as his lips captured yours once more. His hands moved from under your ass to under your thighs, supporting your weight as he encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist. You could feel his tip press against your slit before he pushed into you fully and slowly, causing both of your moans to echo in the open space of the loft.

"Ugh! God! Harry yes!” Your own voice sounded foreign with the need as he fucked into you taking you slightly off guard as his recovery time was the fastest you’d ever seen.

Your fingertips dug into Harry’s shoulders as you held eye contact, one daring the other to break it first. His dick filled you to the brim as it slid in and out of you with ease, stroking your g-spot repetitively.

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good!” Harry’s head dropped, breaking eye contact first as he continued to bounce you on his cock. You were both at your breaking points even though you wanted it to last.

Pressure began to build in your abdomen threatening your end as Harry’s movements became more elongated, dragging out every sound you made and answering it with “I know.” The gravel tone of his voice letting you know that when you let go that he wouldn’t be far behind.

One final thrust was all it took for you to reach your peak. It was the most intense orgasm that you’d ever had with another person being the reason for it. You could hear your cum hit the floor as if it’d poured from a spilled glass of water and your fingernails dug so roughly into Harry’s back that you were sure that you drew blood. His body stilled in response as he moaned into your neck and his cum filled you yet again in thick spurts.

Your body was limp and sated against the window as he supported your weight while you both caught your breath. You couldn’t help but think that this was it. You knew how things like this went. Since your tattoo was done your had no reason to see him again and that saddened you. He was the best fuck you’d ever had, and just like that you had to let him go.

Your feet were gently returned to the ground as you snapped yourself out of your thoughts and prepared yourself to gather your things. If there was anything you knew how to do, it was let a one night stand be just what it was.

You and Harry grinned at each other before sharing one last kiss, or so you thought.

“You’ve got pussy juice everywhere, pretty bird. I must know what I’m doing as well, yeah?”

You chuckled before you walked towards the couch in order to grab your things. Harry’s face riddled with confusion as he watched you pick up your leggings.

“I’m sure you have a towel that you can clean it up with.”

“You made the mess but now I have to clean it?” Harry stood in front of you gently grabbing your leggings from you to place back on the couch before grasping the hem of your shirt. “I still haven’t checked all of your piercings, pretty bird.” His voice was soft as he pulled the shirt over your head and threw it over your cum that soaked his hardwood floors. “And I think your shirt will clean up the mess just fine.”

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𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚 𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠 | ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: [Your.name] is a chubby and tall man, someone who definitely didn’t fit Japan’s beauty standards. Safe to say, he wasn’t the most confident. However, during one group date, it finally all changes when he meets someone who is certainly very interested in him.

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: modern AU; self-deprecation; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” being assholes to chubby reader; hawks and reader have a happy end tho; hawks is a simp for reader from the first minute on, ok?

part 2.

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“Come with us, they said. It will be fun, they said.”, you mumbled to yourself as you stood there. Awkward. Alone. Ignored. Too afraid the tiny bar stools would collapse underneath your big ass, hence why you chose to rather stand than sit.

Why did you let yourself get dragged into this group date? You wanted to say no in the beginning, but with your friends pestering you, you kind of agreed in the end. Though now, you knew all too well why you didn’t want to come.

As a chubby and very tall man, you weren’t the type that people, or rather, gay men, drooled over. At least you hadn’t had anyone show interest in you like that. Maybe it was because you were rather shy and thus not as loud as many of your fellow male friends, or you were the “wrong chubby”. Whatever it was, you were not attractive. Society made sure to tell you that at least once a day and sometimes those nice and kind people, not, were even going out of their way to tell you what a nuisance your were with your tall, fat ass taking up space. And in Japan, where everything was not really built to accommodate people like you, it was sometimes very hard to fit into things.

While you were sighing to yourself for the nth time and making sure to put yourself down as much as you could, you certainly didn’t realize how someone was always glancing at you. Hawks was one of the four gay men you and your friends had met today for said group date. Ever since he saw you, he had the urge to talk to you and get to know you. You were so tall and handsome and t h i c k. You could probably swing him around and break him like a toothpick. Just thinking about it made him grin.

However, it almost seemed like you had a shield around you he just couldn’t break through. He could guess why. Not only once had he seen people bullying the ones that didn’t fit the norm. Too fat, too skinny, too small, too tall – there was no end. People always found reasons to put others down. With how you stood there all alone, trying to make yourself as small as possible, Kei understood you tried to hide and you were uncomfortable. Even though you literally had nothing to hide. God, he wished he had met you sooner.

“Oiii Ta-ka-mi-san!”, his thoughts were rudely interrupted.

“What are you staring at Takami-san?”, then one of your friends, who was obviously interested in him, looked in the direction as well.

“Ah. [Your.name], huh? He’s like a car accident, right? You don’t wanna look but you also can’t really look away.”, your ‘friend’ laughed and Kei could have not been more disgusted by that behavior.

“God I wish I could just punch you, you fucking idiot!”, Keigo thought, furious and having to gulp down the anger.

Thus, he just smiled a little before he silently stood up to walk over to you, ignoring the calling of your ‘friend’. Instead, he got all nervous all of a sudden. Normally, he was the one being confessed to, not the one confessing or even initiating a conversation. Takami was used to people fawning over him, he was a rather successful model after all, hence why it was so hard to find someone who wasn’t just interested in him sexually or because of his money. And it did not help one bit that he found you so unbelievably attractive as well, his nervousness was at its peak.

“Hey. You’re… [Your.name], right?”, he tried to sound very casual as he leaned against the bar beside you. AND MY GOD, he was so tiny compared to you. He loved it. The way he had to look up so much.

You were rather surprised to get attention, especially from someone like Hawks. Like, he was so out of your league it was ridiculous to even think he would even BREATH besides you – yet there he was. Talking to you-

Oh. You knew what he wanted.

“Okay, look, let’s just skip all that polite small talk, the little laughs so we don’t feel awkward before you drop the question. Just tell me, which number do you want? Or should I just give you all three?”, you immediately cut to the chase. It had never been any different, so why would it be today? Especially when someone so sexy and pretty talked to you? Obviously he wanted someone from your much more handsome and well-trained friends.

Hawks was, however, rather surprised that THIS was your initial reaction to him talking to you. Though he could have not known how hard it would truly be to get to know you or get your number.

“Uhm… To be honest, your number alone would be quite sufficient.”, Keigo played it smooth. A handsome smile on his lips covered up his own nervousness – was he about to get rejected?

For a few seconds you stared at him, completely flabbergasted. Then you turned around and looked around… and looked around… and looked around some more until he finally asked, “Everything okay? You looking for an escape route?”

Keigo chuckled at the end, though he was not as calm as he pretended to be.

“No, I just…”, you then turned to him again, your brows furrowed, “… You can stop now, you know? Like, are you trying to prank me or…? Cameras anywhere? Like haha we got the fat guy. Look at him getting all flustered finally getting attention. Hahaha funny.”

At the end, you almost sounded a little angry, before you grabbed your drink and walked away from the bar. Saying Hawks was confused was an understatement. He just watched you for a moment as you walked away and squeezed into a lonely corner. God… How many people must have put you down for you to think he was pranking you?

“This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”

Running his hand through his hair, Kei had to calm down for a moment and reevaluate. Did you reject him because you genuinely weren’t interest or because you were self-conscious? Probably the latter. So… should he try again? Fuck yeah. As if he was going to give up so easily. He just needed you to know he really wasn’t pranking you, the rest… was up to Future-Keigo.

Clearing his throat and taking his drink, he then walked over to your corner. Standing in front of you he was so s m o l. It would probably feel great hugging you.

“Okay that was rough. Listen, I really don’t wanna prank you or anything. Just… get to know you… ya know?”, this time he genuinely smiled a little, hoping you wouldn’t just reject him again.

Raising one brow, you were still rather suspicious. AS IF someone like Keigo would want to get to know you. Something was not right, you could feel it in every fiber of your big, chubby body. Then again.. maybe the only thing that you felt was the insecurities that held you back from getting to know someone who might genuinely be interested in you.

So, you gave yourself a little push.

“Yeah… I guess… I’m not really used to…. You know, how about we just start over?”

Keigo thought he had finally cracked you, giving himself a mental high five for being persistent. Thus, with a small smile he nodded and reached out his hand.

“Sure, nice to meet you, I’m Takami Keigo.”

“I’m [Your.name], nice to meet you.”, you finally smiled a little as well. Oof, his heart just jumped. Why was he so smitten already? He literally just met you. Keigo definitely wanted to get to know you more.

“So, how about we go take a seat over there? I could do with another drink.”, he said while pointing in the direction of a free table.

For a moment, you hesitated, though after a few seconds, you nodded, “Yeah, sounds nice.”

Without realizing it, hours went by as you and Hawks sometimes were the loudest ones laughing. Your friends just glancing over every so often, obviously jealous you had gotten the most handsome men of all of them today. But for the first time, you didn’t care what other’s thought as you and Kei just had … a connection.

Hence why, when he glanced down to his watch and sighed, you felt a little sad.

“I wish this night wouldn’t end. But I have a model job tomorrow and I only was a backup for someone so I didn’t even intend to have so much fun today. Time sure flies with you, [Your.name].”, he gave you one of his best smiles that made your throat dry and your knees weak.

“I… really enjoyed myself, too. Thank you. And sorry for acting like that in the beginning.”, you smiled apologetically and a little flustered. He found it very endearing.

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Well…”, he then looked at his phone and stood up, “It’s 2 a.m. definitely missed the last train. I’m gonna make a quick call for a taxi.”

“Hm.”, you nodded and watched for a second as he went outside where it was a little quieter to call.

Looking between Hawks and your friends who were still partying with Keigo’s friend group, you wondered if you should bring him home. You were the driver, but… how often had your friends disappeared with someone without telling you? How often did you leave a party all by yourself? It was time to be a little selfish today.

So, you hastily stood up and walked outside the bar, watching as Keigo typed on his phone, ready to call.

“Uhm, Takami-san?”, you interrupted him.

“Hm?”, he was a little surprised.

“If you want.. I can drive you home. I brought my own car since I was planning on leaving earlier too and I only drank one cocktail right in the beginning and the rest was alcohol free stuff so… if you want?”, your voice became a little smaller by the end, not knowing if you were too eager. Was this okay?

“Really? That’s not a problem?”

“No! Not at all.”, you reassured him.

“That’s great! I only live like 20 minutes away if we take the car. Ahhh, you’re a life saver, [Your.name]! Thank you.”, Keigo beamed.

And so, you hopped into your car, the only place big enough for you, at least that’s what it felt like since you invested in a nice big one. Keigo was quite cute how he sat there in the big seat, being so small.

The drive to Hawks’ home was also filled with chatter and laughter, once again reassuring you both that you definitely had some sort of connection. And since he had been attracted to you before, it only gave him more reasons that he wanted to meet you again. Man… this could be the first time a group date turned out successfully – for the both of you!

When you parked in front of his apartment complex, Takami didn’t even want to go yet. Wishing that time would just stop, he sat there for a few seconds before turning to you.

“Thank you, [Your.name].”

“No problem, really!”

“You know, if it wasn’t that late I would have invited you to a coffee or another drink or something but alas…”

“It’s quite late…”, you almost said a little… saddened?

“Hm… It is… I’ll call you!” Hawks then said with a little bit of a grin, since you had exchanged phone numbers before.

“O-Okay.”, you didn’t know why you stuttered, it was just… really new.

“Oh, but you can call me too, yeah? Don’t be shy. Well, anyways.”, he jumped out of the car, turned one last time to grin at you, his golden eyes sparkling a little, making you even more flustered.

“Have a safe drive home and have a good night, [Your.name]!”

“Ah, you too, Takami-san!”

Then, you just watched as he walked up to his apartment complex. You didn’t know what suddenly got into you when you opened the door and jumped out, calling for him.

“Takami-san?!”, it was literally two in the morning, his poor neighbors.

Though Hawks immediately turned his head.

“I… really, really enjoyed myself today. Just… thank you.”

Oh my God, you were so cute. Such a gentle giant teddy bear, that’s what you were. Without thinking about it, Keigo rushed back, catching you a little off guard when he walked around the car.

“You know, I might be a little drunk, but fucking God – I want to kiss you SO. BAD. right now.”, Kei said without hold back. His golden eyes gleaming in the dark and his cheeks flushed, you didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if he was blushing.

You, on the other hand, were very flustered, yet you barely whispered, “Maybe you should…”

Which only made Hawks giggle and raise his arms. An almost… seductive grin on his lips.

“Then you should help me out a little here, Handsome!”

Was he a bit drunk? Possibly. Was he overly flirtatious because he truly liked your personality and found you attractive and DEFINITELY wanted to meet you again?... Probably. But someone as straight-forward as Hawks was exactly who you needed because of your tendencies to overthink everything. Especially when it came to your weight and thus attractiveness. (Even though the one didn’t have anything to do with the other though not when it came to society.)

And so, you accommodated him by leaning down. Takami himself standing on his tiptoes, thus, after he had hoped all night long, his lips finally met yours. His small arms wrapped around your big, broad shoulders and your big hand was placed on his lower back. That’s what he had wanted. And it really happened. To say Keigo was quite euphoric was an understatement. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and so much more – and that from a little kiss. He surely fell quick and hard. Something he had never experienced before.

After a few moments of pure delight, you were the first to pull back, just to watch Kei bite his lip in such a sexy way it took all of your control to not grab him and pin him onto your car’s hood.

“Thank you.”, he just whispered, still with that grin on his lips, “I really enjoyed myself, too.”

Then, he let go and you did as well, this time really just watching when he turned around and walked into the apartment complex with one last wave. So you got back into your car as well, the last minutes replaying in your head over and over again.

With your hand covering your face, you had to hide your stupid, big grin. If all of that was just a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. Someone found YOU attractive. You had deemed yourself the most unattractive, undatable guy and that only because society had always told you that. But he didn’t care. He liked your “undatable, unattractive” body just the way it was. And not only that, after a rough start, you got along so well. You loved his little laughs, his beautiful eyes and those soft lips-

“God I have never felt like that before, what the fuuuck??”, you mumbled to yourself, still in disbelief that night even happened.

But as you drove away, you heard a little noise that came from your phone and as you looked up, you quickly scanned the text before looking back onto the streets – a wide smirk spreading across your face.

The message read.

“txet me wehn yruoe home so i konw yuore hmoe safe!”

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

⇻ salem.talks: let’s appreciate all shapes and sizes. being a short and rather stumpy man myself, ive been struggling a little with how i view myself ever since my relationship ended. ive been casually looking on apps but i think I am not ready for another relationship yet since my last one was rather messy. anyways. I know you shouldn’t rely on others to feel validated and loved but loving yourself is hard, bro so… yeah, its nice being desired for once, no? also this kinda makes me wanna write a part two but eh we’ll see!

part 2.

#salemswriting.#hawks #takami keigo #hawks x male reader #bnha x male reader #hawks x reader #chubby male reader #bnha x reader #bnha

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flareish · 3 years

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Sister Takeover

bokuto x fem!reader

summary: With bokuto practicing so much for an upcoming game he hasn’t had much time for date nights. Bokuto’s two older sisters are in town and you end up having a girls night.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

warning: suggestive comments, kisses

a/n : I just found out that according to the haikyuu wiki and other sources Bokuto has two older sisters. How could I not write about it

The volleyball season was right around the corner which means Bokuto is working harder than ever. However, it also means that you barely get to see him. Its strange going from being attached by the hip to not seeing him for an entire week. You were walking past Bokuto’s house, which was on the way to yours, when you saw his bedroom light was on. Strange since you thought he was still in practice. You decided to knock on the door. The door swung open and a girl answered. She looked really familiar but you couldn’t quite place her.

“Hi, I was wondering if Bokuto was home.” You ask her. She gasps.

“No way! Your Bo’s girl,” She yells back into the house, “You’ll never guess who is here, get down here!” You have no idea what is happening at this point.

“Come in,” She lets you and closes the door behind you, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Another girl comes from downstairs.

“Look its Bo’s girlfriend! Isn’t she adorable.” The second girl gasps just as loud as the first. She rushes over and gives you a big hug. They are both pretty tall, and insanely pretty. You can see where Bokuto gets his height from.

“We’ve been dying to meet you but Bo thought we’d scare you off.” One of them explains.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” You say politely, you were mentally prepared to meet more of his family, “Bokuto has told me about you guys as well.”

“Oh, no need to be so polite.” An arm is thrown over your shoulder.

“You’re family now!” They drag you to the living room and before you know it you, you are fitting in like another sister. They tell you tons of stories of Bokuto as a kid and even manage to find some home videos. The three of you just laugh for the next few hours. You share some stories of the past few years from him in highschool that they missed when they were in college. Let’s just say they love you.

You are all sat on the couch cuddled under blankets in a solid lump of tangled limbs, watching a tv show and eating pizza when the front door opens.

“I’m home.” You hear Bokuto grumble, exhausted from practice. The two sisters freeze.

“Hide,” She whispers harshly, “He’ll kill us if he finds out we met you without him here.” You slip under a blanket as he walks by the couch.

“Ew, you stink. Go take a shower.” One of them complain, the smell rolling off him. You were pretty used to it by now, and with the blanket covering your face, you couldn’t even smell it.

“Whatever,” He says heading upstairs, “I’m coming back for pizza though!” He was about to go upstairs when your phone chimed loud. He must have texted you that he was home. This made him freeze, suspicious since he knew that sound. You had changed it from the default sound so you would be able to tell when it was your phone going off or someone elses.

“You guys didn’t…” He goes over to the couch and pulls the blanket off, “Y/N!?” He was not expecting this. You smile at him, guilty.

“Surpise.” You slow jazz hands at him.

“I- Wha-You should be home?” Poor Bokuto is way to tired to try and comprehend this but eventually it sinks it. He glares at his sisters about to accuse them of kidnapping you, not like that would do him much good. He doesn’t stand a chance against them, but he can pretend.

“I saw your light on so I thought maybe you were home but instead I met your sisters.” You explain, to happy about his sisters liking you to be guilty.

“Wait why was my light on.” He looks at his sisters.

“Hey that’s not the point here,” One of them avoid, “How could you hide this little gem from us?”

“Right!,” One of them hugs you from behind, “She’s just so perfect I might just have to steal her.”

“No! She’s mine! I found her first.” He complains like a little kid. This makes you laugh. “I told you he was possessive,” His sisters refers to one of her stories, “Could never share anything.” Bokuto’s eyes are widen at that.

“You told her stories?! Whatever they told you are lies! Everything is false.” He says grabbing your shoulder, terrifies what they might have told you.

“Mmm I don’t know,” You say thinking, “You do have a favorite volleyball no one else is allowed to touch.” His sisters start cackling at this. “Did you name it too?”

“Bo’s Balls!” His sister exclaims still laughing.

“Ahh! Y/N don’t encourage them!” He adjusts his grip on your arms so he can help you over the back of the couch while his sisters are distracted laughing. You let him pull you over and into his arms. He slides his hands down to the back of you thighs and picks you up. You wrap you legs around his waist and secure yourself.

“Hey Bring her back!” They yell once they realize he’s stolen you. You wave to them from over his shoulder.

“No way! She’s mine!” He runs up the stairs with you clinging on, you were slightly nervous he was going to trip running with you. Once he gets to his room he tosses you on the bed. He crawls over you and kisses you. You immediately reciprocate. The kiss lasts a good while, its slow and lazy but it makes up for the week apart.

“I’ve missed you.” He grumbles his face now buried in you neck.

“Me too,” You run your fingers through his hair, “Go shower, I’ll be right here.” He grudgingly gets up. Both he leaves he turns around and says,

“Don’t let them in if they come up here alright,” He says pointing at you, “It’s my turn with you.” He winks then leaves. You grab your phone texting your parents you’ll be staying over, which is nothing new. You get up and steal one of Bokuto’s shirts and a clean pair of boxers. You go over to the bathroom, which he left unlocked. He was still in the shower.

“Brushing my teeth.” You announce, he hums in acknowledgement. You grab your designated tooth brush for whenever you stay over, which is a lot. He comes out of the shower just as you finish. He changes into his bed clothes and hands up his wet towel. He hugs you from behind, just wanting to be near you, and grabs his tooth brush.

“Don’t get toothpaste in my hair.” You complain but make no move to get away. He finishes up in the bathroom and drags you back to his room. He throws himself on his bed and you crawl over to him. You don’t even make it under the covers before the two of you pass out, you snuggled into his chest with his arms protectively around you. Shielding you from anyone who would snatch you away, also known as his sisters.

Talking about his sisters, they are currently creeping down the hallway. They listen before opening the door, when deeming it safe, they crack it open and are met with the sight of the two of you cuddled up, sleeping.

“He did good finding that one.”

#bokuto #kotaro bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader fluff #bokuto sisters #fukurodani #fukurodani x reader #fukurodani fluff #fukurodani captain #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #h #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #bokuto oneshot

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goldendiie · 2 years

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Paying it Forward

in which somebody’s buying Sheriff coffee, and he has no idea who it could be. based on this post by @thedragonemperess

The first time it happens, Sheriff thinks it’s the kindness of some stranger. He’d heard the tales of Starbucks drive-thru lines where someone would pay for the order of the person behind him; though, he never thought that the trend would take foot in tiny Radiator Springs.

He does the only thing he can think of: he offers to pay for the order of whoever comes in after him.

Flo gets a kick out of that, for some reason. She’s laughing as she slides the twenty-dollar bill under her register, and still chuckling to herself as she brings him the takeout cup of coffee that he got each morning.

“What’s so funny?” Sheriff asks, “Am I missing a joke, here?”

“Not at all, Sheriff,” she replies, still smiling, “It’s nothing.”

… Well, that makes him doubt the whole paying it forward thing. As he’s walking back out the door at Flo’s he becomes immediately suspicious that somebody is trying to poison him.

He drinks the coffee, anyways. He could handle poison, especially with an excellent doctor in town.

Sheriff is stuck thinking about it for the rest of the day. Poison is out of the question—he feels completely fine—with leaves him with a few different options. First and foremost, there’s potential that it could be a prank. It’s definitely weird that someone had paid for his morning coffee… though, what kind of prank involves that type of kindness? Maybe it’s something that Mater came up with, to throw him off his rhythm for the day…

His second option is that he has an admirer, somewhere out there, who had wanted to display their affection without giving themselves away. If you ask Sheriff, that’s also out of the question; he hadn’t gone on any dates, recently, and he couldn’t think of anyone in town who would do that.

Inevitably, Sheriff circles back to someone “paying it forward.” Perhaps Flo was just astounded that people were doing that in her diner; sure, it was a kind thing to do, but still fairly off for their corner of the world. Even so, this is the option he settles on. The other two don’t make much sense, anyways. And, really, it’s not like it’ll happen again…

A few days go by, and Sheriff mostly forgets about the whole ordeal with the coffee. That is, until it happens again. Flo is laughing as she hands him an already-paid-for takeout cup.

Sheriff was never a man who mixed words. “Who’s doing this?” he asks pointedly, gesturing with his cup of coffee.

Flo shrugs, but the grin on her face grew wide. “Couldn’t tell you, even if I wanted to,” she said, “Which, I don’t.”

Well, that’s a bust. The gears in Sheriff’s head are turning as he starts to leave—he’s starting to think he might open a little impromptu investigation into this whole thing. It couldn’t hurt, to see who was buying him coffee.

He runs into Doc Hudson just outside the café; he’s got this sort of shit-eating grin on his face as he greets him: “Morning, Sheriff.”

“Doc,” Sheriff greets, “You’re up early today.”

“I’m always up this early,” Doc says. “I’d offer to buy you a cup of coffee, but—” he gestures, briefly, “—it seems you’ve already got one.”

Sheriff takes the opportunity to tell someone what’s going on. “You’d never believe it,” he replies, “Someone keeps buying my coffee for me.”

Doc raises his eyebrows; if Sheriff didn’t know better, he would think that Doc was mocking him.

“Really?” Doc says, grinning wider, “I wonder who that could be.”

“I don’t know. It’s starting to bother me, though.”

“Why is it bothering you?” Doc is still grinning, and suddenly there’s an air about him that he knows more than he’s letting on. “Maybe you have a secret admirer.”

“Y’know, I’m starting to think—” Sheriff stops, looks at Doc, and back to the coffee. “Do you know something about this?”

Doc raises his hands in surrender. “Nope,” he says, “No clue.”

Doc unceremoniously started walking away, tossing a halfhearted farewell over his shoulder as he entered the diner. Somehow, Sheriff was starting to feel worse about this whole thing—why was everyone acting so damn suspicious about it?!

He got on with his day, however, and neglected to think about it until the next morning. As he was getting ready for the day, combing his graying hair in the bathroom mirror, he toyed with the idea of having an admirer—that’s certainly what Doc and Flo seemed to think. Maybe the idea wasn’t so implausible, after all.

Sheriff turned up at the diner around seven in the morning, somewhat hoping that his coffee would not be paid for, this time. Unfortunately (or, fortunately?), Flo was waiting with an already-paid-for cup of coffee.

“Come on,” Sheriff says, “Just tell me who it is?”

“Sorry, Sheriff,” Flo is grinning at him as she replies, “I’m sworn to secrecy.”

Sheriff takes the coffee, and finds a booth in the diner. The anticipation was absolutely killing him—he’d always been a patient man, but something about not knowing who was sending him coffee each morning threw him for a loop.

He stares absently out the diner window for a while, thinking about it. Mentally, he starts shuffling through everyone in town, trying to land on a face that might be buying him coffee.

It can’t be Flo or Ramone; they have no possible reason to be doing something like that. Same goes for Lizzie, Red, and Sarge…

Maybe it’s Fillmore, who had done something illegal again and started buying Sheriff coffee in an effort to keep himself out of trouble. McQueen is a possible contender: maybe he feels bad about the trouble he caused for the whole road-destroying incident, and is trying to make it up to him. Then again, it could be Mater; perhaps he’d broken something particularly important in one of his pranks, and is trying to rectify it before Sheriff even notices. Maybe, and just maybe, it could be—

“Howdy, Sheriff,” Doc Hudson says, dropping into the booth seat across from him, “Someone bought your coffee again?”

“It’s killing me,” Sheriff replies, “I can’t figure out who’s doing it.”

“That’s funny,” Doc still has that shit-eating grin on his face. “You know, Sheriff, you sure do have a tendency to miss things that are right in front of your face.”

Sheriff finally looks away from the window, and meets his eye. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Doc reaches one hand across the table and rotates the takeout cup; immediately, a few scribbled markings on the side of the cup become visible:

Drinks sometime? :)

-Hud.

Sheriff picks up the takeout cup and looks at it closer, wondering if he read that right… turns out, he did. He meets Doc’s eye, and finds him still grinning. “Have you been writing on the cups the whole time?” he asks, “Did I just… miss that?”

Doc nods, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

For a moment, Sheriff can’t believe it. “Are you serious? I’ve been missing that the whole time?”

“Yes,” Doc says, “I’m thankful you’re not a detective.”

Sheriff laughs, partially out of disbelief. “This is unbelievable.”

“So… do you want to get drinks sometime?” Doc asks, “On me, of course.”

The back of Sheriff’s mind speaks, briefly, “a secret admirer…”

“I don’t see why not,” he finally says, “Just as long as you ask me outright, next time.”

“Yeah,” Doc is laughing as he responds, “I don’t think I’ll be trying the discreet method, again.”

#me?? writing something that’s not sargemore??? amazing #pixar cars #cars 2006 #doc hudson #sheriff cars #sheriff/doc #sherdoc #season 6

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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I JUST SAW FIGHT CLUB AND HOOOLLYYY-

Bro could you IMAGINE FightClub!Bakugo?

Tw:noncon, language, harassment

Okay okay get this: you’re down in the basement listening to the usual men holler and punch each other around while you do your job as their cute little “accountant”. While many of them have good jobs and a real life, the actual members don’t have time or the intellect to juggle the numbers and money around as fast as you can. You’ve been coming here for a while now, and you’re used to the jeers and wolf-whistles coming your way since you’re basically one of the few or only women who dare to come down here.

But there’s one fighter who just can’t seem to take no for an answer.

Bakugo fucking Katsuki.

The man is ruthless, he’s relentless, he’s a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. You swear he’s had to have taken a shitload of steroids in his youth, otherwise how else could he have built up that much muscle? There’s no way an average gym-goer has that kinda build.

He’s always the first and the last one out in the rink, swaying back and forth with his fists up, a twisted grin on his face that was so reminiscent of a wolf before it lunges for its prey.

It usually took more than two men to pull him off the unconscious bodies that he had just beaten to a pulp, effectively breaking one of Fight Clubs Rules: get up when someone is down.

But he’s too good to let go, no one has the balls to tell him to take his money somewhere else since they’re all scared shitless of him.

Which leads him to believing that he’s practically a god down here, that he can conquer anything: including you.

No one really calls it harassment because no one really cares. What’s so wrong in a guy having a little crush? What, you came down here seeing all this testosterone but you can’t deal with it yourself? Don’t be a prudish bitch.

“Bakugo, I’m at work right now, I don’t want to.”

“C’mon toots, this ain’t even real work, you’re just fumblin’ my hard earned cash.” He grins slyly and crosses his bulging muscular arms, leaning against the doorway of the little office you’re given to work your magic.

You turn in your rickety seat and glare at him, ignoring the way he licks his lips and lets his eyes roam all over your body. “If I’m so shit at my work then go somewhere else and stop bothering me.”

He chuckles in his baritone voice and shakes his head at you. “Naw, can’t do that sweets. If I did then I’d never be able to see your pretty face again now, could I?” Bakugo leers at you and you turn your face in disgust.

“I don’t wanna go out for lunch, or ever with you. Now get out before I have to call someone in here.”

“Oh, is that so?” He uncrosses his arms and steps through the threshold, his body growing larger and more menacing as he slowly draws closer to you. Luckily a fight had broken out near the office months ago so there was no more door from the aftereffects, but that didn’t mean you felt safe even with open space.

“G-get out. I’m serious, Bakugo-“

“-Call me Katsuki, angel. And you don’t really mean that, do you? Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye when you say such mean things.” His voice drops an octave as he comes to stand in front of your seated form, towering above your wide eyes, clenched fists and trembling figure.

He leans down and you flinch and gasp as his breath ghosts over your face. He places both arms on either side of your chair so you have nowhere to look but him.

“You’re such a nice breath of fresh hair down here, through all the blood and violence. You’re like a flower...” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear and breaths out a laugh when you turn your head and squeeze your eyes shut.

“A flower, so fragile...a flower that smells so fucking good...” you feel like you can’t properly breathe as he leans in next to your ear and inhales deeply.

“A flower waiting to be deflowered herself.”

“What’s going on here?” A lanky body in the doorway appears.

Bakugo pulls back and turns his head ever so slightly towards the dude, growling under his breath at the interruption.

“We’re in the middle of something here, so you can just get the fuck ou-“

“-Well, it doesn’t really look like she’s into whatever you’re doing,” the man scoffs and takes in your pale face and shaking hands.

Bakugo stands to his fullest height, almost neck and neck with the man at the door.

“Yeah? I didn’t hear a complaint from her.” He cocks his head and stretches, allowing his muscles to ripple with each movement, something that didn’t go unseen by your much skinnier savior.

But he doesn’t back down. He only swallows and rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, we’re all being called out to put our bets in for the next match anyways, so you better come out before we get our asses kicked.”

The blond grumbles about weak men and no balls, then casts a dark look at your frozen figure before shouldering past the man at the door, almost knocking him down.

As soon as he’s out of your line of vision, you exhale and relax into your seat.

“You okay?” The fallen soldier scrambles back up and cautiously approaches you, looking over your body in a way that didn’t remind you of Bakugo undressing you with his eyes...rather, it was a protective, and worried once-over.

“Yeah, he’s just...a lot to handle sometimes. Doesn’t know when to quit.” You laugh shakily and run a hand through your hair.

“No wonder the dude’s a menace. He’s used to getting what he wants, I guess.” The man acknowledges this grimly, and for the first time you’re relieved that finally someone hasn’t turned a blind eye to your harassment.

“Are they really calling us down for bets?”

“No, I just said that to get him off your ass. Didn’t seem like you liked whatever he was doing.”

You give him a wobbly smile and he returns it.

“Sooo we should probably run before he comes back up here, right?”

“Oh most definitely,” you actually giggle before leaping out of your seat and joining the man to bound up the steps two at a time to freedom.

You both end up bonding pretty well over the weeks, even going out for coffee and lunch dates here and there. You’ve come to really like him, his shyer demeanor more than a majority of the ragtag men down in the basements, his chivalry refreshing to you amongst the blood and foul language thrown around the ring.

You feel like a woman with him, not some piece of ass like you were used to.

Bakugo noticed all this, of course. You started avidly avoiding him, ducking your head down and hiding behind your new ally before he could open his coarse mouth and stalk towards you. He couldn’t find you in your dingy office anymore either, because your savior was up in a cafe doing the calculations with you, laughing away about the latest matches.

That has to change. Effective immediately.

“Yo, newbie. How you been? Haven’t seen you fightin’ here for a while,” Bakugo claps his meaty hand on the scrawny guy’s back, nearing sending him toppling over.

“Yeah, y’know, just haven’t been feeling it lately.” He rubs the stinging feeling away from his sore shoulders and side eyes the blond suspiciously. He had seen firsthand just how bad-news of a guy he was, and he didn’t wanna get caught up in all that.

But Katsuki wasn’t just all brawn. He had some brains, too.

“Look, I know I prolly gave off a weird first impression with Y/N back then. But it’s all in good health, ‘was just messin’ around like I always do.”

“Yeah, sure...”

“How ‘bout we get some coffee or somethin’? You seem like a solid dude, plus we got shit in common to talk about.”

Like fucking around with my bitch.

“Uh, you sure? I kinda’ wanted to see the last fight,” he trails off unsuredly, scratching his jaw as Katsuki steers him away from the growing crowd.

“There’ll always be fights, man. I wanna show you that I’m a nice guy.”

Bakugo Katsuki was not a nice guy.

And everyone knew that too, which is why when some shifted to give the duo a curious glance he met them with a death glare. Any gazes locked on Katsuki’s hand wrapped around the lanky guy’s shoulders were immediately casted down.

You didn’t see your savior for a while.

It had been two weeks since he mysteriously disappeared from his usual place in the outskirts of the crowd, because unbeknownst to you, a certain fighter was keeping him away from you and convincing him to have a friendly brawl over lunch.

You only found out about it on a Friday night, when a crowd much bigger than before was gathered in the dim basement, voices hushed and whispering.

“What’s going on? Why’s everyone so quiet?” You whisper to one of the usuals.

“‘Heard Bakugo’s fighting some dude that was handpicked by himself. He somehow managed to convince the poor bastard to have some kinda’ match with him.”

You felt your heart sinking.

“Who did he pick?”

“‘Dunno, some skinny guy, a newbie I think. Hasn’t been around for too long so I guess he doesn’t know how big of a monster he’s gonna be beaten by.” The groupie shrugged, and you felt the blood drain from your face.

Without saying another word, you spun around and started running around all over the place looking for either of the two.

You end up stumbling into the men’s bathroom, desperate beyond salvation to stop this bloodbath.

He’s there, he’s at the urinal and he yelps when he hears you barge in. You avert your eyes and let his adjust himself as he sputters indignantly.

“Y/N? What’re you doing in here? This is a men’s-“

“Don’t fight him.”

“What?”

“Don’t fight Bakugo, please, he’s gonna kill you, I know he is-“

“-Calm down, what’re you so worked up about? C’mon, I would’ve thought you’d had a little bit more faith in me to be able to stand my ground.” He teases you but you don’t find it funny, on the contrary you’re terrified out of your mind for his life.

“Did he put you up to this? How could you fight him, you’ve seen what he does to the other guys in the ring!”

“Well yeah, but he knows not to go that hard on me. Actually, he’s not that bad of a guy, we’ve gotten some drinks for the past two weeks and I was wrong about him.”

You gape at him. “Wrong? You saw how he cornered me that one day!”

He shrugs, not put off by the distant memory. “The guy just came back from a fight, he still had testosterone going through him. You can’t blame him for wanting to let a bit of it out, right? You should really give him a chance y’know, he talks about you all the t-“

But you can’t hear anymore, this is madness, there’s barely 10 minutes left until they’re going to call the two down for their death match. You need to find the source of this problem firsthand.

And somehow, a little voice inside your head tells you exactly where you know he is.

You round the corner to your office and there he is in all his glory, seated like a king on your chair, leaned back with his knees spread, carelessly looking through your bank statements and bet papers.

He barely looks at you as he says, “Oh there you are, I was starting to think you’d miss the show.”

You sink to your knees.

He looks up at that.

With a tight chest and burning eyes, your dry throat barely permits you to choke out, “Bak-Katsuki, please, please don’t do this. Please don’t fight him.”

He cracks his neck and leans forward, regarding you with dark vermilion eyes. He looks your position over appreciatively before speaking.

“Why not? He’s so good and great isn’t he? I’m just trying to show you how right you were, after all. I’m sure he’s got a fair chance of beating me.”

You shake your head vigorously, knowing what he’s playing at.

“No, no, you’re better, please. I was wrong about him, I shouldn’t have been friends with him, please don’t fight him Katsuki I’ll do anything-“

“-Oh you’ll do anything I say regardless of if I beat him to a bloody pulp or not. You wanna know why?”

You can barely contain a whimper as he stands and walks over right in front of you, his bulging crotch mere inches away from your face.

He suddenly grabs your hair and you cry out before he yanks your head up to meet his cold eyes.

“Because no one in here is gonna say shit to me. I run things here, toots. And if you want your little boy toy to live through today, you’re gonna watch every blow I give to him, and you’re gonna kiss the fucking knuckles I beat his face with. Got that?”

You sob as he grinds his clothed erection against your tear-streaked face, sniffling when he moans loudly and bucks into your open mouth.

A loud knock on the bare hinges stops Bakugo from pulling the front of his shorts down.

You both turn your heads and see a red-faced side-liner looking down and mumbling something about the match starting.

“‘Be there in a minute. Tell the guys to give my girl here a special front-row seat to this match, she’s gonna wanna see her man win, after all.”

The runner scampers off, leaving you both alone.

He bares his teeth down at you and you cower under his painful hold, the roots of your hair ripping from their strands.

He eventually tosses your head to the side after a few seconds of staring you down, and the second he does you clutch your sore cranium.

“I better see you down there in a minute sweet thing. You gotta get used to it anyways, since you’re gonna be getting accustomed to my rituals before and after matches.”

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 2 years

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Building the Bear

Pairing: Tony x reader

Warnings: fluff, little sadness that could technically be angst but not really

Summary: you and Tony visit Build a Bear because they have a new limited edition Bear

“Tonyyyy babeeeee!” You burst into the lab your husband was working in. “Friday, mute the music,” he turned to you, “yeah baby?” He held his arms out for the inevitable tackle you would give him. You ran into his arms and then looked up at him, “hi,” you smiled lovingly.

“Hi baby, what’s up?” You snuggled into him, “We’re going on a date.” He eyed you suspiciously, “we are? Well then, Mrs. Stark, where are we going to?” You smiled mischievously at Tony, “uh oh, I don’t like the look of that,” he joked. You ‘punched’ his shoulder, “build a bear workshop!” Tony hugged you tighter, “now why would you need a bear to snuggle with when you have me.” You gave him a kiss, “cause it’s an iron man bear, and sometimes, a certain super husband has missions and so the bed gets cold.”

Tony felt a little guilty, and you saw that he did, which made you feel bad about making him feel guilty. “Tones, hey, look, I love that you’re a superhero, you’re making the world safer, for me! If that means you aren’t here for a little while, then that’s alright, cause you make time for me when you are here, and that’s what matters.” Tony kissed you, “thank you Y/N,” his mood instantly became light hearted again, “now let’s go get this bear! And some gelato after, because I’m craving it!” Tony had leaned down signaling you to jump on so you did, and Tony piggybacked you to the car.

“Eek! Tones! Babe, there it is! It’s the iron man bear!” You rushed inside, dragging Tony with you. You got in and you immediately got sad, someone had just taken the last iron man bear. It was of course, some little kid, so it wasn’t like you could fight them for it. Tony saw and hugged you, “oh, babe, it’s alright, there’s another build a bear in the other mall, we can go there and see, alright pumpkin?” You nodded your head and walked with Tony back to the car, defeated.

Tony raced to the other mall, parked quickly and ran you both inside to the store. You got in and they had one bear left, so you quickly grabbed it. Then a little boy came in and peeked into the basket where the bears were and saw it was empty. “I’m sorry Issac, hey, maybe you can give your brother a different bear?” The little boy, Issac you assumed, looked up at his mom, “but mom! Iron man is Evan’s favorite superhero, it helps him stay strong through his chemo treatment.” The mom looked at the boy sympathetically, you just looked at the bear in your hands and back at the boy.

Tony saw you walking over to the boy, he wondered what you were doing for a second, but he’d also overheard the conversation. He knew what you were doing, and it reminded him of how kind you were. “Hey buddy, I heard you were looking for an Iron Man bear! I happened to find this one and it’s the last one, it’s like it was being saved just for you!” You handed the kid the bear, his face lighting up was enough to kill any regrets you had of giving it up. The mom was very grateful and explained the situation to you and thanked you once again. You headed back to Tony and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the store.

“Hey babe,” Tony stopped you outside of the store, you hummed and looked up at him. “I love you, I love how kind you are, and how you help those in need, and how selfless you are.” You smiled and leaned into him. “I know it was hard to give up the bear, I know how much you wanted one.” You squeezed his hand once, “I’ll be alright, I’ll live without it, like you said, I’ve got the real thing right here.” You guys headed home and watched a movie while cuddling on the couch.

The next day Tony told you he had meetings all day, you wished him good luck in all of them and set to work on your day’s tasks. Unbeknownst to you, Tony didn’t have any meetings, the ‘meetings’ were going to be him, scouring all the build a bears, trying to find one for you. You deserved the world, and if this bear would make you happy, Tony was going to get one.

It took him 12 different stores, and yeah, he was a little happy that, soooo many people wanted his bear but at the same time, he just wanted to find one for his girl. He finally found one and he bought it. He brought it home and hid it away in the car’s backseat. He then walked through the door to greet you.

“Y/N! Honey! I’m home!” You didn’t answer so he asked Friday where you were and she told him you were cleaning the bathroom with your music on. He walked in, to see you dancing to Back in Black and singing into the cleaning spray bottle. “Hi babe, oh don’t stop on my account, you look adorable.” You laughed and gave him a hug with a kiss. “Hey, babe, how about we go eat dinner out tonight, I was thinking that pizza place on 5th, you know, the one with the good crust.” You agreed very quickly, remembering how much you loved that pizza place.

You both headed to the car after finishing up with the bathroom, and when you slid into the passenger seat you caught a glimpse of the box the bear was in. “Hey, Tones, what’s the box in the backseat? Did you forget to bring some of the groceries in again?” Tony pulled the box out from the back, “nooo, I got you something.” You opened the box and pulled it out. “Oh my god, Tony! Thank you, where’d you even find this?” Seeing you smile was worth all the trouble he went through, like he thought. “I had to go to the next city over, but they had a few left there so I picked one up.” You gave him a huge hug, “you didn’t have any meetings did you?” He shook his head and you chuckled, “thanks again babe, I really appreciate it, love you.” Tony was about to say it back, but his stomach interrupted him, “well, I guess we should go eat huh? Love you too babe.” With one final kiss, you both headed to eat pizza with your new family member, Iron Bear.

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violettelueur · 3 years

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GOJO SATORU || BECOME A REAL COUPLE

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine (with she/her pronouns)

| word count : 2700

| published : 05 december

| request : Hi hiiii!! I saw that your requests were open again :) I would like to order a black coffee please! a fake dating → feelings realisation where (fem) reader is from one of the big 3 clans and is pressured into finding a SO by her clan. So Gojo offers to fake date her; meeting her parents etc. Only for them both to realise that they ended up falling for each other. Would love to see how you determine the way they handle it and confess for real. Thank you!! Love all your work so far x

| barista’s notes : can i be completely honest with you? this little piece isn’t really my best ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ even though it’s only been 2 days but i already feel like my writing skills have disappeared ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but other than that, thank you so much for loving all my work ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ i really hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

“You have to get married soon Y/N! You’re 27 and we have no heir for the Kamo clan!”

“Didn’t I leave the clan 10 years ago? There is no way I’m going to listen to someone like you nor my child is forced to become a jujutsu sorcerer, and what makes this more irritating is that you came all the way to my workplace to tell me this,” you snapped back at the man in front of you, before turning around trying to walk away from the situation. However, it seemed like the old man wasn’t going to give in to the situation or to the rejection of your answer, he was stubborn - just like you were, after all, that was the only thing you inherited from that man.

“Y/N! I am your father and I demand you to listen to me!”

“Shut up!” you shouted before turning to look over your shoulder. The man that stood there pride and arrogance running through his veins - something that you didn’t inherit, fortunately. There was no way you could call this man your father. The same ‘father’ that criticized you for not having the same blood manipulation like the rest of the family - well that’s what he gets for being with a woman from a different clan that had a different curse technique that you inherited - an outcast, that was what you were within the Kamo clan, yet they still demanded you to get married and have a child to keep the lineage going. There was no way in hell you were going to follow their rules.

“What a disgusting father you are, no wonder mother left you,” you commented with a smirk before continuing to walk away to go back to where you were heading. On the other hand, it seemed like someone else wanted to disturb your plans.

“Y/N~”

ꕥ

At this current moment in time, you were standing in front of one of the very few vending machines that were located within Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College wondering what you were going to choose since you were still undecided. Cold Water? Milk tea? Coffee? Maybe a carbonated fruit drink to satisfy your sweet tooth? You weren’t so sure.

“Have you put money in the machine yet honey~?” someone asked you from behind, causing you to quickly turn around to see a tall white-haired figure standing before you with a teasing smile painted upon his face.

“Satoru? Ah...no I haven’t” you muttered as you scratched your cheek with your finger, trying to occupy yourself with something to not look at him. “Let me pay for you then,” Gojo then offered as he reached over to the side, accidentally brushing his arm - causing you to tense up - before he placed some of his coins within the slot to add some currency into the machine before you could even deny his offer.

“I could pay for myself you know, and we’re alone, you don’t have to act,” you stated before sighing in defeat, as you turned back around to decide what you were going to choose once again. “I know,” Gojo commented back to you before gently placing his chin upon your shoulder, leading you to tense up once again from the physical contact before slowing relaxing, “but what type of boyfriend would be I if I didn’t treat you a little?”.

‘Well fake boyfriend Satoru’

ꕥ

“Your family pressuring you again?” Satoru cheerfully asked as he walked beside you, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere from the conversation that you had with your ‘father’ just a few seconds ago.

“More like the Kamo clan than the L/N clan, get married this, get married that. Is that all I am good for? Marriage? Augh, I just need them to leave me alone, I left for a damn reason,” you ranted as you put your hands in your pockets, restraining yourself from punching something to let out some steam.

“How about I date you then?” Gojo suddenly asked, leading you to look at him with the most wide-eyed expression like he had just said something completely stupid - to which he did - but before you could even augre what he just stated, Gojo quickly began to explain what he meant by his little statement. “What I mean is let’s fake that we’re dating, we deceive everyone that we’re together and the Kamo clan will finally leave you alone once they realise that you are in a relationship with someone from the Gojo clan aka me, they can’t augre with that,”.

Still looking at your colleague with a dumbfounded expression, you turned your head to look in front of you before thinking about what he had just suggested. What Gojo stated to you was somewhat a clever idea. The Kamos family was obsessed with bloodlines and for you to be with Gojo means that they would foolishly believe they can become more powerful. Even though you didn’t physically inherit the blood manipulation curse technique, you still had in somewhere in your veins due to your father meaning they would believe they still have a chance for a powerful heir. However, that would mean you have to announce this to the clan as well as your mother’s clan - which wasn’t much of an issue for her side - it was just too much effort for a fake relationship.

“Satoru that is so much effort, you’re going to have to meet the Kamo clan then,” you commented, after realising the pros and cons of this little ordeal. “I know, but once we end this little fakery of a relationship, they don’t have to know, you don’t have to report your every move to them, remember you left,” Gojo explained back, leading to any worries that you had manifesting to instantly fade away with the wind.

Taking one last sigh, you turned back to him and nodded. “Fine, let’s fake date Satoru,” you finally declared before taking your hand out in front of him for a handshake, leading to the powerful shaman to take hold of your hand before firmly shaking it, “okay fake-girlfriend! Leave it to me,”

ꕥ

Sitting in front of your dad across a table was something you never wished on your worst enemy, you hated that you were back in the four walls that you had escaped from many years ago. However, for some odd reason, when Gojo was by your side, you felt completely safe.

“Since when did this little association between the both of you come to play?” your father asked in a suspicious tone as he eyed both you and Gojo - yet, knowing how greedy your father was for power, you could tell he was delighted at the fact you were ‘together’ with the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer.

“Ah~ We have been together since our last year at Jujutsu Tech,” Gojo explained as he turned to look at you with a cheeky smile on his face to which you smiled back at him, trying to keep up with the facade of being a fake couple. “And you didn’t inform me this Y/N?” your father then asked to which then you explained, “well, I did leave the clan a year after that, so I had the right to no inform you. After all, I’m not your daughter like you stated beforehand,”

Angered by your sudden statement, your father immediately slammed his hand on the desk as if the statement wasn’t true at all. “I demanded you to come back, I demanded you to respect the name of the Kamo Clan and this is how you taint it,” you father roared in fury, causing Gojo to put an arm out in front of you as if he was protecting you from anything that could happen to cause you to look at him in shock.

“Technically, Y/N didn’t even taint your name, she took their mother’s, so you’re in the wrong here, don’t do something that you will regret,” Gojo sinisterly threatened the man that was in front of both on you, before taking your hand in his as a way to comfort you - surprising you once again from his actions, yet for some reason, you gripped on his hand somewhat conveying him that you were thankful for him standing up for you.

ꕥ

“Ah Miss Y/N, did you come to see your mother?” a maid asked in a surprised tone, once she noticed that you came out of your designated room with you adjusting your red obi sash around your waist as your wore your family’s kimono, white was light in colour embroidered with the minimalist design of flowers and butterflies - giving you a somewhat soft feminine look, contrasting the portrayal of your character somewhat.

“You know you don’t have to put the ‘Miss’ in front of my name, and I do apologise for the sudden visit, I forgot to inform you all,” you told the maid with a gentle smile, leading to the maid to smile at you back before you then continued with, “Ah, I did come to meet my mother, but have you seen Satoru? Like a tall man with white hair, who is also wearing sunglasses,”. However, before the maid could answer your question.

“Y/N~”

Turning around, you found Gojo walking towards you with your mother by his side, causing you to freeze in shock as you didn’t expect him to go to your mother without you. “I thought we agreed to greet my mother together Satoru,” you commented as you pointed your index finger at him to emphasise your point, only for him to smile at you cheekily before scanning his eyes up and down at your new outfit. “You do look beautiful in your kimono though, is this what you wear when you come back home?” Gojo then asked, to which you nodded at his question - trying to ignore your pending blush being slowly painted in your cheeks - before you quickly greeted your mother, who was watching from the sideline.

“Good Afternoon mom, I apologise for coming to visit you so suddenly,” you said to her, to which your mother softly smiled at you before cupping your cheeks in her hands. “There is no need to apologise, I’m happy that you came back home since you are so busy back at the school, but also I’m happy that your boyfriend introduced himself to me, he is quite a different character must I say,” she commented with a light laugh, causing you to turn to him wondering what he had said to her, only for him to put up a peace sign as if that would answer your wondering thoughts. Although, before you could even vocalise your confusion, your mother linked her arms with yours before guiding you down the corridor to welcome you home.

“I can tell he really cares about you Y/N,” your mother stated, causing you to look at her with a perplexed expression to which she then smiled back at you before beckoning Gojo to follow the both of you to invite him for some sweets and tea that were being prepared.

‘If only you knew mom, if you only knew how much I care about him as well even though this isn’t real’

ꕥ

“You’ve been staring at the canned latte for some time, do you want that one?”

Suddenly, you instantly snapped out of your thoughts - not realising that you were in a daze - causing you to then immediately click on the button indicating on the mentioned drink. “Ah, sorry I was just wondering if I should go with the strong or light one,” you then answered, trying to hide the fact you were looking back on the moments that you had with Gojo.

“Are you okay?” Gojo then asked as he removed his chin from your shoulder, letting you crouch down to grab the coffee from the dispenser before collecting the coins from the other dispenser to give back to Gojo, only for him to shake his hand and say, “if you need another drink, you can use it,”

‘Is that why he put extra in?’

“Are you sure?” you quietly ask, only for the cheeky shaman to nod his head before he deciding to walk with you to wherever you were heading off too. “Like I said before, what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t spoil you a bit?” Gojo then asked once again, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“You know we’re not really dating right? We are a fake couple,” you mentioned, as you opened the can of coffee to take a sip after reminding him about the little plan that the both of you came up with to avoid the whole ‘marriage’ drama from the Kamo clan.

However, you didn’t hear an answer from your friend. Only pure silence surrounded the both of you, causing you to be perplexed on why you didn’t instantly hear a sassy comment back from the shaman, leading you to pause and turn your head to the side, only to see the man look at you dead in the eyes with his crystal blue ones.

‘Since when did he?’

“What if I don’t wanna be a fake boyfriend anymore?” Gojo questioned you with an uncharacteristic serious tone, causing you to look at him in bewilderment before quickly coming to the conclusion that he was probably teasing you.

“You mean you want to end this facade? If you want we can, there is kind of no point in continuing this little act,” you replied, as you took a sip of the caffeinated drink causing you to gain a little bit of energy in a short amount of time.

“Y/N, I’m being serious, I don’t want to be your fake-boyfriend anymore, I want this to be real,” Gojo then declared, causing you to suddenly choke on the liquid in shock before letting out a coughing fit as you tried to clear your throat leading to Gojo patting your back to help you out.

“Ha?” you then expressed, not sure on how to react to his declaration as you tried to look for any deception in his eyes. “Oh you are being serious Satoru,” you then commented to which then he nodded as if he didn’t already convince you that he hadn’t already.

Quickly looking away from the man, you were trying to hide the rose hues that slowly was coming upon your face. You thought you were the only one feeling this way. You thought you were alone on this. Ever since that moment when you and Gojo met your father, you always wanted to stay by his side, you felt like you were important, you felt safe, you felt warm.

It was like what your mother explained to you when you were young, ‘don’t make the same mistake as me Y/N, when you find someone you want to be with, make sure they make you feel safe and protect and not just the ‘butterflies in your stomach feeling’, I want you to feel loved and important, I’m so sorry for putting you through this’

“Y/N, come on say something, I’m not a nervous guy but this is something else you know,” Gojo pleaded as he wasn’t really enjoying the long silence that was going on around both you and him, only for you to suddenly grip his dark blue jacket before pulling him closer to press your face upon his chest as if you were still trying to hide but somewhat trying to express some confidence in what you were planning to do.

“Are you absolutely being serious ?” you then asked, once again asking how serious he was being.

“Absolutely serious,” Gojo then replied as he placed his large hand on the top of your head before caressing your hair, trying to comfort you from your embarrassment.

“Then I don’t wanna be your fake girlfriend anymore….please,” you then murmured as you gripped his jacket more tightly as you confessed your long time thoughts, only to suddenly feel a peck being placed on the crown of your head.

“Of course honey~ let’s become a real couple”

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writingmyanxietyaway · 3 years

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Triangles | Rio - Berlin

Requested by anon: Hi! Love your blog btw. Would you mind doing an rio x reader x berlin imagine, where tge reader is tge same age as rio and tgey have a thing going on and berlin lijes the reader and is jealous. Reader is park of the team and plays hostage. And when they have to undress to their clothes berlin cames uo to reader and orders her to do so. And rio is like super angry, but can't do anything avout it to not reveal their relationship and the fact that reader works with them. Thank you.

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: swearing, angst, mention of blood

Note: hi! thank you so much! i hope this is what you meant! hope you like it, enjoy! x

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‘Vienna, 2 minutes out,’ you heard over your ear piece. You were part of the heist, yet your role was to be a random stranger amongst the other hostages. Every detail, every escape plan, every weapon was discussed with you in the room. El Profesor was aware of the risks only one brave hostage could bring, so you were there to keep things cool if things went sideways.

You were also Rio’s girlfriend. You two had been dating since the start of that year, when you met at a convention for technology. When you met you two hit off immediately and had been dating ever since. Little did you know you’d both be asked to do this job, unknowing of the other. But things got a little complicated when Berlin came into the view. You two had had a love affair a couple of years back, but when you parted ways you promised never to talk about it again.

You glanced around and saw your watch counting down the last minute. You were nervous, excited and a little hesitant all at the same time. You wanted to be part of the action, not sit on the floor for six days, but here you were.

When you heard loads of commotion coming towards you, you felt your heartbeat pick up. It was happening. You saw the red suits come into view and you smirked. Guns were held in the air and screams filled the entrance - the alarms loudly ringing in the background. You stepped back a little, wanting to see your boyfriend one last time before you went to the others. You saw one of them approach you and he quickly lifted his mask to kiss you one last time.

‘Promise you’ll be careful?’ you whispered against his lips. He nodded and smiled at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

‘Always, sugar.’

He pulled you away from behind the stairs but not before pulling his mask back on. You saw Berlin burn holes in your head from the side of the stairs. Was he jealous? As you focussed on your role, you trashed in his grip, playing your role as an innocent visitor. He shoved you to all the other hostages and joined Berlin and Tokio. You faked a few tears here and there and tried to mingle with the others. Some of them were crying, some of them were in complete shock and unable to do anything. You felt slightly bad about traumatising them so badly, but you knew the plan and that was to leave without harming anyone.

It was now a couple of hours later and you noticed they had brought out the red suits, boots and masks. Berlin did his intimidating little talk and you all got a suit. You didn’t want to change in front of him, in front of anyone for that matter. The only man you ever wanted to see your body was Rio. You were a tough girl, but changing in front of people always made you anxious. You caught Rio’s eye when he stood on the stairs, but when Berlin moved in your direction you couldn’t help but desert your attention to him. He stopped in front of you, smirk plastered on his face.

‘Change into your suit, woman,’ he dared. You hated that smirk. What you did all those years ago was a mistake and you were contstantly reminded of that night in your sleep.

‘No,’ you stated, ‘Not here.’

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves a brave girl on board! Hear that everyone?! This one here thinks she can do whatever she pleases.’ He took his gun and pointed it directly to your stomach. Your stare hardened. Who the fuck did this man think he was?

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rio step forward but Denver quickly held him back. He whispered something in his ear and he turned around.

‘Strip. Now.’ Berlin demanded. You knew you had to, that was the worst part. Being the only one of the hostages not wanting to wear a suit and not get shot would definitely get suspicious. You angrily took of your jacket, your jeans and changed into the suit. You felt embarassed, weak and insecure. That was a dick move and he knew it.

He stepped closer to you when you were done and whispered in your ear, ‘That’s the good girl I know. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, is it?’

You gagged at his words and he quickly disappeared up the stairs. Denver nodded at you and clapped Rio on the back. It had been such a long time since you had felt so vulnerable and for no good reason Berlin kicked you right back to that time. You had to talk to Rio. And quickly.

You were chosen to work in the offices and count the money. Nairobi was the supervisor. It had been more than three days since you had seen Rio and you had to talk to him. When Nairobi passed you, you dropped a wad of cash on the floor and leaned over, catching her attention.

‘I don’t feel good.. Can I please use the restroom?’ you asked her, raising your eyebrows. She nodded and grabbed you by the arm, not before threatening the other women you were working with.

‘I really need to talk to Rio. Please, Nairobi,’ you begged. She quickly nodded and went to get Rio. Pacing back and forth, you anxiously bit your nails. When the door opened, your heart dropped to the floor.

‘What did they do to you?’ you gasped, running towards him. You held his head in your hands as you inspected his face. He had a bruise on his cheek and a black eye. ‘Please tell me who did this to you, Ani.’

He looked at you through his lashes and winced when you stroked your thumb over his bruise. He looked completely broken, bags under his eyes and shrunken posture.

‘It was Berlin, wasn’t it?’ you asked. You didn’t even have to ask, you already knew. That bastard couldn’t let you go, could he? You huffed and pushed passed Rio. ‘Wait here.’

Berlin was eating when you stomped through the door. He didn’t notice you at first, but when you smacked your hand on the table, everyones attention went to you.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?’ he smuggly asked.

‘You know exactly why. What the fuck were you thinking? Smashing his face in, just because you can’t let something go that happened years ago? How old are you? 10?’ you sneered. ‘If you’re jealous, just say that. But hurting someone else because you can’t talk about your feelings is fucking ridiculous.’

The room fell silent, your speech even silencing Denver. They didn’t know you had met before the heist and especially about your relationship. You saw his tough façade fade as his eyes flickered from your furious face to the sandwich he was eating. He knew it was wrong and he regret it the moment he saw how broken Rio was. The young adult was terrified and it made him realise he had turned into the man he promised not to be anymore.

‘You seriously don’t have anything to say about this?’ you huffed. ‘You haven’t changed a fucking bit, Andrès. Stay the fuck away from me and Rio or you’ll end up just like him.’

When you left, Berlin felt humiliated. Not that you’d called him out like that, but humiliated to have let his anger take over his common sense. You had every right to respond the way you did, he would have done the same for you. Why did he feel so jealous? He was the one who broke things off, not you. He’d thrown you away like many of his other treasures, yet he couldn’t let you go. Rio was way better for you. He treated you like a princess, talked to you about his feelings and could give you a much better life than he could have given you.

‘So, wanna explain what the fuck just happened?’ Denver carefully asked. Berlin cracked his knuckled and took a sharp breath. They weren’t supposed to know and frankly, it was none of their business either. So he shoved his chair back and went looking for the both of you. The least you deserved was an apology.

‘- a dick.. he won’t do it again, I’ll make sure of that,’ he heard you say soflty. Rio hissed when you wiped away a small drop of blood just under his eye and you remorsefully sighed. ‘I’m sorry, I should have told you.’

‘No, I’m the one who should apologise,’ Berlin stated, stepping into the room. He could see Rio flinch and your stare harden. ‘I’m sorry. I let my anger cloud my reality and I snapped. There was a point where I was you Rio and I regret to this day that I let her go. I got jealous because I realised she was everything that I needed and more, but I saw that too late. I was immature and for that I want to apologise.’

Your eyes softened and you thankfully nodded at him. You turned your attention to Rio who held out his hand to Berlin. Berlin took it and shook his hand firmly.

‘Don’t let her go, Rio. She’s too precious for that.’

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AMAMI PER SEMPRE // E.T.

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Fem! Reader

Summary: Ethan isn’t the brightest—or the best—when it comes to surprises, so his attempt at proposing to you causes a few misunderstandings...

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing, a tiny tiny mention of death, some angst, other than that it’s pure fluff and me projecting my obsession with old books onto the reader.

Request: Ethan planning to propose and acting super nervous and strange (a bit angsty bc the reader doesn’t know what’s happening) and ending in pure fluff.

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A/N: After more than a year of stepping foot into a bookstore for *cough* obvious reasons, I got to go to one yesterday. While looking at some second-hand books I had an idea that I decided to combine with @kawaiiwxnnabe’s lovely request to bring you this. I hope you enjoy! <3

Ethan had been mindlessly listening to Damiano sing Amandoti when the thought of marrying you first seriously crossed his mind. It had been a thing he’d thought of countless times ever since he started dating you, but it had never remained with as much intensity as it had that time.

Damiano, who had noticed his friend’s face illuminate all of a sudden, had a talk with him that once and for all convinced Ethan that it was the right time and you were the right person. He didn’t sleep at all that night because he couldn’t stop thinking about what would be the perfect way to propose to you. It was no secret to him—or anyone who knew you—that you were a hopeless romantic.

There was nothing that made you happier than simple and small details that came from the heart. That was the reason why you had developed an affinity towards old books. Not only did they have a particular and special scent that reminded you of vanilla and chocolate, but some had the luck—as you liked to call it—of being embellished by notes on margins or dedications on covers. Whether they were about love, sorrow, or maybe even hate, they still showed a small glimpse into the life of the person who had once owned it. Those notes told a story that would prevail even long after they were gone from the earth.

Ever since he had noticed that small obsession of yours, Ethan had tried to help you expand your treasured collection by bringing you back books he found at antique stores from every country the band played in.

During a visit to Spain after he initially had his stirring thought, Ethan took the chance to visit one of the second-hand shops he’d found during a night stroll with Victoria, who had disappeared into a bakery. His main goal was to find something different from the usual books he brought back for you.

After he walked into the store and vaguely told the old lady at the counter about his idea in the best Spanish he could muster, she smiled warmly at him and guided him to the very back of the tiny shop where a beautiful and worn out bookshelf sat in all its glory, filled with as many books as it could hold.

He immediately started searching around for the perfect book, but it proved to be harder than he initially thought it’d be. After searching around for more than an hour, all he had found was a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s tales and poems with a heartbreaking note to someone’s dead lover. While it had almost brought him to tears and was a special thing he’d buy to give to you later, it wasn’t exactly the best thing to help him carry out his plan.

Victoria walked into the shop when he was about to give up and, fully aware of his plan, started looking around without saying a word to him. They both searched around the messy piles of books for something. It didn’t take long for her to stumble across three books held together by a lilac satin ribbon.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. All three contained a note on the very first page right under the title, but the last one stood out above the other two because, according to his basic knowledge of Spanish, it ended with the very question he wanted to ask ¿Quieres casarte conmigo? Or ‘Will you marry me?’. He bought all three of them after a huge smile and a thumbs up from Victoria.

What he hadn’t expected was for them to remain hidden in a drawer he knew you never opened underneath piles of clothes. Ever since he came back from their small trip to Spain, Ethan had tried to ask the question about six times, but always ended up choking on his words and saying something else. In fact, the first time he ever tried, Ethan chickened out at the last second and ended up giving you the Edgar Allan Poe anthology instead.

You were still none the wiser to his plan even after he’d asked about your opinion on marriage a few times. Anyone would’ve probably caught up with what was going on already, but you were always so busy with things happening around you that you didn’t connect his awkward and nervous attitude with his questions.

You didn’t start giving his actions a second thought until one night… You had been cooped up in your office all day working on a new project you were supposed to present to your boss by the end of the week when you suddenly felt the urge to get up and walk around the house.

Ethan was casually sitting on the couch as he whispered unintelligible words into his phone. You supposed he was on a call with a friend or maybe his manager and was trying to be quiet to avoid disturbing you, but then he hung up the call with a panicked expression the moment he noticed you. After that, you started thinking back on the way he had been behaving ever since he returned and it all raised the suspicion that there was something strange going on.

It didn’t get any better when he kept on acting weird. Simple things that he had allowed you to do, like using his phone to take pictures because it had a better camera than yours, now seemed to make him almost mad. He’d even snapped at you once when you tried to grab it to take a picture with him. Even if Ethan had apologized right away, it still didn’t calm you down, especially because he had gone as far as to change the password on it.

It almost felt like he was walking on eggshells around you and you didn’t like it one bit. Your relationship had always been about honesty and worked because of constant communication. Everything was just so strange that your mind couldn’t help but think of the worst.

You were an imaginative person who never had any difficulties when it came to envisioning things clearly. Unfortunately, that also applied to every negative thought that crossed your mind, so it wasn’t hard for you to start coming up with the worst explanations as to why he was acting so suspicious. It didn’t help much that he had been busier than normal because the band was wrapping up on their latest album, so you hadn’t had the opportunity to sit down and voice all your concerns, to ask if something was going on and if there was a way to fix it.

The morning of your anniversary, you’d finally had enough. You had woken up, expecting to feel Ethan’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist and to receive a shower of kisses the moment he noticed you were awake, but no. There was no Ethan and the side of his bed was already neatly made.

Your disappointment only grew when he wasn’t in the kitchen or his small studio where he had his drums. You doubted he was in the house at all.

It was a thing that wouldn’t have affected you much had he done it any other time, but with everything that had been going on as of late, you could only fear the worst. So, without being able to control yourself, you started making the worst conclusions. You’d always been fully aware that he loved you, but all the signs undoubtedly pointed at him meeting someone new… And maybe he was going to leave you for them as well… during your anniversary.

That was all you needed to break into tears. You climbed back into bed and cried for what seemed to be hours. Even since you got together, you had thought of him as your person, your forever. The thought of him leaving you broke your heart into tiny pieces.

Ethan arrived home only a few minutes after you’d buried yourself underneath all the blankets and cried out all your worries. When he was about to open the door to your bedroom, he stopped. Were you crying?

He stood there in complete silence for a few seconds until he was more than sure that you were, in fact, crying. Ethan rushed inside and he felt his heart break at the sight of you looking so heartbroken, and it didn’t get any better when he heard a whimper come out of your mouth at the sight of him. You cuddled deeper into the bedsheets and turned away from him.

Ethan sat on your side of the bed and, as delicately as possible, he cupped your face into his warm hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs, “Amore,” He said in a quiet voice, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You tried to turn away from him, but his grip on your face stopped you from doing so. You placed one of your hands on top of his and gave it a firm squeeze. No part of you was ready to have that conversation with him because that was going to be it and you were going to have to watch him leave…

So, with a lot of courage, you spoke the first words that came to mind, “You know, i-it’s okay if you’ve found someone else,” You caressed his cheek softly as more tears started spilling down your face, “You can tell me if you have.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words and the only thing he could do was shake his head no, “What? Found someone else? What would make you say such a thing dolcezza?”

Then, before you could even answer, realization hit him like a ton of bricks and he felt like the stupidest living being on the face of the Earth. He pinched his nose and sighed, annoyed at himself.

“Fuck… I’m so fucking stupid. Please don’t ever think of something like that. I was just… I-I,” Clueless as to what to say, Ethan pressed his lips against yours to kiss you slowly, hoping it spoke more than his words ever could. He could still taste a trace of the salty tears that had fallen on your lips and he couldn’t help but shed a few of his own at the thought that he’d been the one to make you cry.

After pulling away, Ethan pressed his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours while his arms held you as close as possible, “Will you close your eyes for just a second, amore mio? I promise everything will make so much sense soon.”

You nodded and kept your eyes closed as you felt him get up from the bed. You heard him open and close a few drawers, and look around for something for a while before he sat back on the bed. Ethan grabbed your hands in his and slowly slipped the three small books into your grasp.

You opened his eyes after a small sound of approval from him and smiled when you saw the three old books held together by a ribbon and the pretty pink rose that had been carefully been slipped into the first book and the ribbon.

You gently removed the flower and placed it on your side. Then you undid the simple knot and picked up the first book, “Wuthering Heights?” You questioned.

He nodded, “Yeah… At least I think that’s it. I hope I didn’t bring back some sketchy book or some shit,” Ethan scratched his neck and you giggled as you opened it on the first page. Your fingers brushed over the letters neatly written down in fountain pen.

After clearing your throat, you started reading the first dedication out loud. Since your Spanish wasn’t exactly the best either, you had to pause every once in a while to translate all the words, “May 17, 1850… My dearest Helena, I hope this book reaches you in great condition, being apart from you is one of the hardest challenges I have ever had to face, one of the most painful as well. I hope you can find me in between these pages as you read and remember how much I love you, remember how much I long to be back in your arms and kiss your lips. Sincerely, Alejandro.”

You closed it and placed it back on the bed before opening the second book and doing the same thing with the third, “January 24, 1855. Carolina, nothing I’ve ever experienced has gotten close to being as terrible as not having you in my arms. Apologies are overdue… long overdue. Words have never been my strongest suit, yet I still hope I can coherently express just how much I love you, all of you. I’m afraid I’m already too late since you will soon be betrothed to someone else and there will be nothing I can do by then.

“Still, I hope with everything in my being that this arrives sooner so you’re aware of how sorry I am. I hope you remember that I would do anything you asked without a single complaint just to watch that lovely smile I adore so much appear on your face. If you ever come back to me, I promise with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be dammed if I don’t keep my promise, that I will leave everything behind and escape with you. Anywhere, any time. So with that, I ask a question that will hopefully have a yes as an answer. Will you marry me? With love, Javier.”

Before you could close it, Ethan stopped you and timidly asked for you to open the book on the very last page. You did it and looked back at him with confusion at the sight of his writing on the page, “Read this one out loud for me. Will you Y/N?” You nodded and mumbled a small ‘of course’ before clearing your throat to get rid of the knot that had formed.

“October 21, 2025… Y/N, my one true love, I’ve always hoped to make a gesture that will remind you of your treasured books. I’ve never been one great with words spoken out loud, so I sought inspiration from those before me who were just as in love with someone as I am with you. Ever since I met you I dreamt of one day settling down with you, of having our small home in the countryside as you’ve always dreamed of. Maybe even doing some of those cloying gestures people seem to do in fiction and dedicate to you the most beautiful love poems I lay eyes on.

“I’ve wondered for a while how I could ever take the step that would bring me closer to that goal, yet every time I try, words seem to get stuck in my throat with no way out and I end up in square one all over again. It is with this note that I hope to finally take a step in the right direction because I know you’re it for me. You’re my person, my forever, and there’s nothing I would love more than to share my life with you. Sei la mia migliore amica e il mio unico vero amore. Ti chiedo di accettare il mio amore, il mio nome e tutto quello che sono.” (You are my best friend and my one true love. I ask you to accept my love, my name, and everything I am.)

When your eyes spotted the four words that followed, you slowly lowered the book, “Will you marry me?” You both said at the same time, although yours sounded more like an unintelligible mumble. Only then did you notice him down on one knee right in front of you. He held a velvet box with one of the most beautiful rings sitting inside of it

A hand went to cover your mouth as tears started falling down your face. This time, happy and free of worry. You could only nod repeatedly, overcome with pure joy as your heart swelled with love.

He slowly slid the ring into your finger and grabbed your face to kiss you once again, “I’m so sorry I made you think something else was going on. I just kept backtracking every time I tried to tell you. Not because I was regretting the decision but because I didn’t want to lose you.”

You shook your head as a silent way of saying it was alright and brushed his hair back with your fingers, “The important thing is that you’ve done it and you’re not going to lose me, no matter how hard you try. I’ll always be right here because I love you and I’ll always be yours.”

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