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TSUNDERE MIGUEL O'HARA THAT IS DENYING HIS FEELINGS FOR READER WHILE HE ACTIVELY THINKS ABOUT THEM 24/7 AND KNOWS ALL THEIR CUTE LITTLE QUIRKS (READER CAN BE SPIDERMAN OR NORMAL PERSON YOUR CHOICE) PLEASE I NEED TRUNDERE MIGUEL SO MUCH IM DYING IM STARVING *sob sob cry sob*

love, your best friend Dre <3

i won't say i'm in love — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( uhhh .... i have no clue who this motherfucker is! jk lol hi tommy [ you slut ] here is your severely in denial miguel fic, spoiler free. ))

"Lyla, arrange this mess."

Miguel waved his hand at the AI, eyes focused on the glowing screen in front of him. He always had the habit of keeping a messy desktop, though it wasn't a big problem for him considering his trusty artificial intelligence assistant.

To which the trusty artificial intelligence would poke and tease Miguel in response. At times, he really wondered if Lyla was secretly being controlled by a human. A pesky, occasionally annoying, childish human that constantly pushed his buttons.

"What's the magic word, Miguel?"

He groaned bringing his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, massaging the stress lines that have formed from constantly being teased and played with.

"...Please."

Lyla lets out an electric hum, her avatar glitching into a thinking pose. She stares at Miguel with a confused look through her heart-shaped sunglasses. "Sorry. The signal in here is so bad. What was that?"

"I said, please, Lyla. Get to work."

"Oh, don't worry. I heard you the first time."

The man lets out a defeated sigh, he's given up on trying to defend himself against Lyla. Even when he's old and withered, this charade will continue like a never-ending circus show.

Multiple screens pop up in front of the AI, to which Miguel bashfully averts his gaze. He's normally organized enough, in the workplace but he's also very busy. Little things like putting files in the folders they belong simply evades his mind sometimes.

However, one file in particular stood out in front of him from the corner of his eye. It was a drive, among all the others that are colored in the regular shade of blue and labeled accordingly, this one was highlighted in pink with a little heart symbol at the end.

"Lyla, what's that?"

Her avatar glitches again into her in a sitting position, a little teacup in her hands as she takes a fake sip. "Hmm? I don't know, I don't see anything. Which one are you talking about?"

"Ay dios mío... The one in pink, Lyla. What is it?"

"Ohhh..." An obviously fake display of surprise makes itself present on Lyla's face, she opens the file. "This is a drive of all of the times you talked about that recruit. Lovingly, might I add."

Miguel's eyes darted around the screen, folding his arms over his chest. There were many, many videos of him. The scroll bar just kept going like there was no end.

Hesitantly, he pointed to one among the sea of videos and Lyla opened it. The playback goes as follows, the 'recording' is from her perspective, it seems.

Miguel is hunched over his desk, mumbling nonsense to himself until it becomes more coherent as Lyla approaches him.

"Whatcha' got there?"

The camera shifts and zooms over to Miguel's hand, to where he's holding a small tupperware. Filled to the brim with baked goodies, a small sticky note is pasted to the top of it however the writing is too tiny to make anything of it.

'They got me a gift.'

'That's the third one this week.'

His chest heaves as he lets out a deep sigh.

'...I know.'

A small moment of silence before Miguel continues speaking.

'Esto es tan tonto. I don't why they keep bringing me these... these things! I don't know why they keep smiling brighter than sun when they give them to me!'

Miguel frustratingly opens the tupperware, brings one of the pastries close to his mouth and takes a big bite. A small groan escapes his throat.

'I don't know what they're putting in these things to make them so delicious! Giving them to me, of all people. Stupid, stupid, stupid. So smart they are. Agile, strong, and capable and— and kind...'

Another bite.

'You know that you've gotten them gifts before, right?'

'But they all look idiotic next to this. Made with their precious time and care. Putting in the effort to make sure that they actually taste good and they do,'

Miguel closes the tupperware with a loud snap.

'¿A quién estoy engañando? They're amazing.'

"Miguel?"

That wasn't part of the recording. Miguel swipes at the screen and it fades out of existence, little pixels hovering in his sight before it completely disintegrates. Lyla disappears too as you swing onto the platform of his office.

He tenses up once he sees you, leaning a hand against his desk. God, he definitely did not want to look at you after what he just watched. He especially did not want to look at you because of the blush that stained his cheeks. Thankfully, mostly hidden by the darkness of his chambers.

Of course, you greeted him with the same warm smile.

"Haven't seen you all day today. Are you doing alright?"

"Fine. Doing fine. Just cleaning, why are you here?" Says Miguel, he despised how his heart pounded in his chest so loudly right now. Whenever he was around you.

Being so composed was what he was known for, what he was respected for. Yet, everytime you even look in the same direction as him, his exterior just melts.

"I just wanted to check in on you, was all. I noticed you haven't come out in a while, I brought you an empanada from the cafeteria just in case you were hungry."

You toss the small container to him and he catches it in one hand, he could hardly comprehend what was going on right now. Staring mindlessly at the box. "Thank you."

"Of course. Take care of yourself for me, I'll... head out now."

He watches over the edge as you fall off the platform, landing onto ledge that separates his desk from the rest of the room.

"Can you start ranting now? I want to get this drive up to 600 videos."

Miguel grumbles, opening the box and biting into the delectable snack before going back to organizing his desktop.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #fluff #romance #lyla spiderverse #lyla atsv

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thedemises · 2 months

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. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!

notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀

imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.

boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.

boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.

boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.

finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.

with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”

#thedemises; honkai star rail #thedemises; writing #honkai star rail #boothill #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #sfw #mihoyo #hoyolab #hsr #boothill likers don't hate on me for this pls- I just thought it'd be nice to write something for boothill cuz I guess he's cool and stuff-#his design is so cool btw and i love how his eyes are designed!!!#cyborgs and cowboys are cool as hell #but i still made boothill ooc cuz it feels like I DID- I do NOT know much about his character 💀💀#other than the fact that any swear or vurglar word he says is replaced with some kinda compliment that definitely doesn't match and #anr confuses others #hsr writing #sfw writing #“save a horse ride a cowboy” but its sfw #more like “save a horse go on a ride with a cowboy” like #a HORSE ride- NOT that kinda ride cuz >:/ no nsfw. not on my blog. >:/#cowboy #cyborg

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aomimiusa-bear · 10 months

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feature me - kim mingyu

This is a work of fiction. Mature content ahead.

wc: 1.9k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey Google, play Feature Me by Flo.”

The small device chimed in response by flooding your ears with the familiar tune.

The scent in the air was a concoction of your vanilla perfume and the slight tinge of burnt hair. You were most certainly dressed to impress tonight; a short black dress clinged to your body like second skin. The curly mess that you call your hair has now been tamed by the assistance of your trusty straightener. Your lips adorned a brand new pink lip gloss you had purchased just earlier today. Tonight is going to be your night.

You had one mission coursing through your veins at this very moment, and it is to forget Kim Mingyu. You don’t necessarily recall the formalities or details of how you met, but you do know that it ended with your legs intertwined with Mingyu’s in his bed. Ever since then, you and Mingyu embarked on this friends with benefits situation; you needed the release while he just enjoyed providing pleasure, and more specifically yours. From your experience, these situationships never really provided aftercare or even cuddled with you after having sex.

But of course, Kim fucking Mingyu did.

His nurturing actions made your head go haywire with never ending thoughts and anxieties. You liked him, and for a second you thought he did too. Mingyu and yourself had never enforced the rule of not falling for the other party but more so you immediately defaulted to the unspoken rule; he wasn’t the first person you endured this with. On a night out one of his closest buddies not so subtly dropped that he hadn’t seen anyone since you, so you let yourself play into the delusion for a bit. Until you saw Mingyu cozying up to a brunette headed girl just yesterday night at a local bar. You figured that you could never measure up to her model like stature. You had plans to unwind with drinks after a long day, but after witnessing Mingyu reenact a 2000s romcom with some girl all you wanted to do was go home and cry; you didn’t know what for though. Maybe because you got yelled at by your manager, or maybe you thought that he could be yours.

‘Set the scene and feature me’

To hell with moping around for someone who can’t acknowledge you or your feelings, so that is what tonight is for. You are dressed to the nines and your makeup is nothing short of perfection. The boost of confidence was what you truly needed to get over this silly little crush. You were going to walk away from the club with someone, and it will not be Mingyu. After posting a couple pictures to social media, you made your way over to the kitchen to make a pre-club cocktail. You weren’t aware of the amount of alcohol you put into your drink, but it was most certainly enough to get rid of any nervousness left in your gut. You were just about to head out the door after packing up your purse for the night, but you immediately halted your actions at the sound of knocking. And it was at your apartment door.

“Coming!”

You weren’t expecting anyone tonight. Maybe it was your neighbor complaining about the volume levels currently in your room. “Hey Google, turn off.” The incessant knocking came around once more. You huffed in annoyance as you rounded the corner to the door. With the flick of the lock, you swung open the door to give whoever was on the other side a hefty lecture about patience. What caught you off guard was the sight of a broad chest of pure muscle being hugged by a black polo.

“Would you like to tell me where you are going?” Mingyu questioned while dangling your newest Instagram story on his phone. You narrowed your eyes towards your “friend”. “It is absolutely none of your business Mingyu. Go home.” You managed to grumble out. Why was he here? How did he get in? You had so many unanswered questions, but at this point the nervousness kicked back in completely sobering up all your senses. “Didn’t know you had such an attitude darling. What got you so upset?” He raised an eyebrow while smirking at your figure. You were well aware that he was intently studying your entire get up for tonight; he wasn’t exactly shy about giving you a full body scan.

“I am going to ask one more time to get it through your pretty little head. Where are you going?” Mingyu enunciated every word of his question with a dominating force you couldn’t find yourself to disobey. “Out. Mingyu. I’m going out.” You growled with irritation. He had already stepped inside your apartment even though you did not know when he closed the door behind him. “I don’t remember us making plans to go out.” Your aggravation flew through the ceiling. “Yes Mingyu. You don’t remember because it was a plan for me and only me.” At this point, you were teetering the edge of beginning a screaming match with the six foot man standing in front of you. “You’re not going out.” Mingyu commanded. “Who gives you authority over me? Spare me the complications and please owe me the pleasure of walking you out of here.” You spat.

Suddenly, your back met the wall beside the front door. Mingyu’s hands were heavy on your hips, effectively immobilizing you from leaving. “You’re right I can’t tell you what to do.” He lowered his head so that his mouth was grazing your ear lobe. “But I can sure as hell make you listen.” You didn’t even have a second to register Mingyu’s words as his mouth came crashing down on yours. The kiss was desperate, needy, and erotic as he ravaged you up against the wall. Curse his stupidly massive muscles. Your tongues danced with each other in a sensual performance that was only available to you and him.

‘Touch on me, get on your knees’

“Tell me what you were planning to do. Go find someone else to take home? Impossible for my girl, because you damn well know I am the only one who can give you what you need.” You quiver at the sound of his words. “Who else would satisfy you if not me?” Mingyu taunted. As if he wanted to prove his previous statement, Mingyu cupped your core in his hand with only the thin layer of your lace panties separating the two. You moaned out his name not sure if it was to stop or to give you more. With little strength you have left, you pushed his arm away even if you winced from the sudden loss of contact. “Why don’t you flirt with that girl some more? I have an even better suggestion, leave me the fuck alone Kim Mingyu.” You were aware of your harsh attitude towards someone that wasn’t even yours.

To say he was displeased was an understatement. Mingyu effortlessly placed you over his shoulder with your ass scraping the side of his cheek. You let out a gasp as Mingyu smacked your ass with such aggression leaving you to totally soak your panties with arousal. He tossed you onto your bed, like some rag doll and pressed his hardening erection in between your legs where he stood. The dress you were wearing had already bunched around your waist and your tits had spilled over the top. You wanted to moan at the contact, but your overwhelming urge to defy the man was stronger than your current desire for Mingyu. You couldn’t give him that satisfaction just yet.

Mingyu was hovering over you at this point. “Is that what this is about?” He questioned, but already knew the answer to. “My perfect angel turned into a brat because she was jealous?” Mingyu was coy about the entire thing while heat flushed your face. You had been caught. “Let me go Mingyu.” But you made no real effort to leave. The stupid silver chain that hung from his neckline was mocking you, and the owner of said necklace was well aware of your infatuation with it. “Just so you know princess,” he pushed away a strand of hair from your face “I am yours. Whether you like it or not.” A small smile danced on his face. “That girl was my sister, and some creepy guy was hitting on her the entire night.” Your face contorted into realization and soon after it was embarrassment. Before you can wallow in your feelings, Mingyu resumed the earlier ministrations on your mouth and your, now, soaking core.

“Please,” you whined out. “I love your manners babe, but you aren’t really giving me instructions on what to do.” He wanted your lewd words to reverberate in the walls of your room before giving in to what you want. You pleaded, “Please touch me, Mingyu.” From the raise of his eyebrows you already knew he was going to say some smart ass remark. “I’m already touching you sweetheart.” Tired of the constant nagging, you grabbed his hand and placed it on top of your glistening clit. Right where your panties had shifted to give him access. The feeling of your arousal was enough to tear your underwear off and have him sink to his knees.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? You could’ve asked instead of acting like a brat.” Mingyu licked a fat stripe from your hole along your slit. He was sucking, teasing, and prodding at your pussy with his tongue; he wanted nothing more to drown in you. Suddenly, he replaced his tongue with the rough pads of his fingers as he slowly circled your leaking hole. “You’re dripping,” he announces. “You’re going to ruin your sheets princess, but you look like you don't mind.” Mingyu gathered your arousal and easily pushed two of his fingers into you. It didn’t take much for you to come undone on him. The slight curl he added to his fingers was enough for you to fully soak his hand. He held his fingers to his mouth, “you taste like heaven pretty girl.”

Mingyu tapped the side of your ass signaling to turn over. Before you have had the chance to fully turn, Mingyu roughly grabs your hips entirely exposing your trembling cunt to him. The sound of his pants hitting the floor was enough to have you clenching around nothing. A second later, the sensation of Mingyu running his fat cock against your slit had you rolling your eyes. “I seem to be repeating myself a lot tonight, so let me ask one more time.” He had no intention of halting his movements. “What do you want me to do.” You were delirious and all you wanted was for Mingyu to split you in half with his cock. “Please fuck me Mingyu,” an exasperated whine left your lips. “I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I was jealous because I thought you were mine. Please, I'm sorry, Mingyu.”

Seemingly, that was enough for him to completely sink into you. After you had adjusted to his size, he began to pound into you. The bulbous head of Mingyu’s cock was kissing your cervix, and you loved it. The sensation of his balls slapping against your clit heightened your overall pleasure all together. Your mascara was running, and the gloss on your lips smudged across your cheek, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The sound of your wanton moans strokes the already huge ego that the man above you had as he hit the spongy spot inside of you. “You’re clenching me like a vice. Gripping my cock so well.” Mingyu knew you were close. “Come with me my sweet girl. Drench my cock while I fill you up.” His words were enough for you to orgasm a second time. Your heavy pants mix into each other as it permeates your now sex-smelling room.

“I’ll go clean you up. Be back in a second.” A smile danced on your lips as the night ended with Kim Mingyu finally being yours.

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nintendo-b1tch · 7 months

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Part 2 to this!

Hope this is good! Enjoy!

Criticism is always welcomed!

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With a light, melodic laugh escaping your lips, you found yourself immersed in the joyous atmosphere as you gracefully unloaded the much-needed supplies from your trusty steed, Epona. The day had taken its toll on all of you - the brave heroes who had decided to embark on this journey alongside you. Yet despite the weariness that permeated the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you showered Epona with affectionate strokes, expressing your gratitude for her unwavering assistance.

As the equine steed nuzzled her snout against your cheek in response to your praises, a ripple of amusement coursed through your being. It wasn't lost on you that your fellow companions' curious gazes lingered on your figure, causing an enigmatic smile to grace your lips. With a graceful turn, you faced them head-on, causing their eyes to dart away in a hurried motion. Another lighthearted chuckle escaped your throat, like a herbaceous fragrance permeating the crisp forest air.

It was evident, almost palpable, that they were bewildered by your sudden change in attire. Gone was the elegant dress that once adorned your form, replaced by a humble, handcrafted tunic woven by the skilled hands of warriors. Its simplicity was complemented by the presence of sturdy trousers, concealing the chain mail that offered a protective layer beneath your cloth armor. Leather gloves adorned your hands, accompanied by wristbands that spoke of your prowess and dedication. Despite the transformation, you retained the familiar hairpin, a comforting reminder of your identity.

Finding yourself adjusting to the unfamiliar garments, you couldn't help but reflect on the myriad of emotions intertwining within you. Change can be disorienting, and while you embraced this new attire as a symbol of your evolving role, there was a lingering sense of unease. However, in the grand scheme of things, your sartorial shift seemed trivial compared to the magnitude of the task ahead.

With steadfast determination, you resolved to focus on aiding your companions in setting up the camp for the night. As you moved with purpose, your gracefulness in each step serving as a testament to your unyielding spirit, you couldn't help but appreciate the camaraderie that had formed among this group of heroes.

Time was the first to approach you, he smiled at you as he spoke softly. You could see he wasn't one to be very expressive yet when he was with you, he was the most expressive person you ever met.

" Could you help collect firewood? "

" Of course! "

As Time observed you collecting firewood, a warm smile spread across his face, indicating his approval and appreciation for your efforts. Though normally not an expressive individual, Time seemed to open up and reveal his emotions whenever he was in your presence. It was as if you had a special connection that made him feel comfortable showing his true self.

Intrigued by the soft melody resonating in the air, Time couldn't help but become curious about the song that had captured your subconscious mind. The tune, a beautiful melody you had dreamt of the previous night, wafted through your thoughts, filling your mind with harmonious notes. You absentmindedly began to hum the enchanting melody while your hands deftly gathered as much firewood as they could bear.

Unbeknownst to you, the humming gradually transformed into whispered lyrics as the song unfolded within your thoughts. It was as if the music had taken on a life of its own, flowing effortlessly from the depths of your soul. Time, entranced by the combination of your actions and the ethereal sounds emanating from your lips, found himself captivated by this unexpected performance.

As the instrumental melody within your mind continued to evolve, a surge of emotions coursed through your veins. The soundtrack of your dreams now filled the air, carrying with it a crescendo of emotions that compelled your voice to increase in volume. The once delicate and hushed humming evolved into a resounding voice, harmonizing with the imaginary accompaniment.

Caught off guard by the sudden amplification, you finally noticed Time's inquisitive gaze fixed upon you. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, his smile widening as he soaked up the musical display unfolding before him. It was as if your uncensored expression of the song had transported both of you to a realm where time stood still, and nothing else mattered except the harmony that enveloped you.

" Day to night, dark to light,

Fall the sands of time...

Let the years, like the gears

Of a clock, unwind... "

The older man froze in his tracks when he heard the piercing sound of your whispered lyrics floating through the air. It was as if he had turned into a statue, with his muscles tightening intensely. His grip on the wooden object loosened, causing it to clatter and echo in the silence of the grassy surroundings.

" In your mind walk through time

Back to better days...

Memories, like a dream,

Wash tears away... "

As his hands clenched into tight fists, his mind began to race, summoning forth a torrent of painful memories locked deep within the recesses of his consciousness. How could you possibly know about that? His past adventures resurfaced, each scar and wound resuming their places at the forefront of his thoughts.

" Like a star in the sky,

Darkness can't reach you...

Light the night, joy is light,

Till the new dawn... "

His cheeks were wet with tears. In that fleeting moment, you finally realized that he was not by your side, prompting your gaze to shift towards the older man in question. The atmosphere between you both suddenly became heavy, filled with unspoken emotions and unexplained sorrows.

" Time? Are you okay? " you inquired, concern lacing your voice as you tried to understand what was going on. It was not uncommon for him to be quiet, but this silence felt starkly different. It was not the tranquil silence he often embraced, but rather a silence that held the weight of unexpressed feelings. His usual composed demeanor seemed shattered, and the stillness that enveloped him caused your own steps to falter.

A mix of confusion and worry welled up within you, making it difficult to comprehend the sudden shift in his demeanor. You racked your mind for any clues, searching your memories for any hint of what might have caused this unusual display of vulnerability. A sinking feeling settled in your chest as the uncertainty grew, gradually intertwining with your genuine concern for his well-being.

" Tha-that song.... " he mumbled in a barely audible tone, his comment causing a sudden wave of tension to flood the air. Your heart skipped a beat as you quickly gathered your thoughts, desperate to clear any misunderstandings.

" Huh? Oh, I had the most vivid dream last night, " you began with a touch of excitement, your voice laced with wonder. " In this dream, there was a legendary hero, burdened to relive the same three days over and over again. It was both thrilling and heartbreaking to witness his struggle. But you know what made it truly remarkable? A mischievous spirit, unlike any other, forged an unexpected friendship with the hero. They both possessed these incredibly powerful items, each with its own unique aura. "

Pausing for a moment, the realization struck you like a bolt of lightning.

" Wait a minute, your face tattoos... they reminded me of one of those enigmatic items! I can't help but draw parallels between the hero's journey and your own enigmatic presence. I apologize if I'm going off on a tangent here; I tend to get carried away when something captivates my imagination! "

Caught off guard by your passionate rambling, he shook his head, his voice now filled with a mix of resignation and a hint of longing.

" I... nevermind, let's just focus on getting back to camp. " His hands instinctively began gathering fallen wood, the roughness adding another layer of reality to the deeply emotional atmosphere. Tears silently streamed down his face, yet he persisted, determined not to succumb to his raw vulnerability. As he wiped away the evidence of his pain, a small token of solace appeared—a delicate silent princess finding refuge behind his ear, its presence soothing his wounded spirit.

And then, it happened. His gaze met yours, and in that single moment, those shimmering orbs of yours radiated warmth. Your beautiful smile, so genuine and full of understanding, seemed almost otherworldly in its ability to reach deep into his soul. Unprepared for such a connection, his cheeks flushed a soft rose hue, a mix of bashfulness and delight intertwining in his heart.

In that moment, as you both crouched down to collect the scattered firewood, an unexpected connection sparked between you. The warmth of your touch sent a tingling sensation across your skin, and an enchanting blush spread across your cheeks like a delicate sun-kissed hue. It was a small and innocent gesture, seemingly insignificant, but to him, it held immense significance.

The way you bashfully reacted to the accidental touch only endeared you further to him. It was as if you were a delicate flower, gently swaying in the breeze, and he couldn't help but be drawn to your captivating vulnerability. In that instant, he realized just how much he longed to see you in such a state of innocence and openness, even if it meant being vulnerable himself.

However, as soon as his mind dared to wander into the realm of fantasies, he mentally reprimanded himself. How could he even think of such intimate desires? He chastised himself, almost metaphorically slapping his own thoughts away. It was unthinkable to allow his mind to wander down that path when his feelings for you were still transitioning and evolving.

But despite his best efforts, his heart refused to obey reason. It continued to beat wildly against the barriers of his chest, reminding him that he couldn't deny the depth of his growing emotions. He found himself falling, captivated by your mesmerizing presence, just as someone would fall for your beauty and allure unmatched.

The realization struck him like a lightning bolt, illuminating the depths of his infatuation. The more he got to know you, the more he couldn't resist the gravitational pull of affection that was drawing him closer and closer. Your beautiful self had cast a spell upon his heart, captivating him completely.

Although his mind knew it was unwise to allow his thoughts to wander down such intense and passionate paths, his heart had already made its choice. There was no denying it anymore; he was undeniably falling for you. And just like Legend, his fall was swift and all-encompassing, leaving him yearning for a future where he could cherish you, hold you close, and revel in the beauty of your connection.

So, as he gathered the scattered firewood with you, he knew deep within himself that his path had diverged. No longer could he pretend to be untouched by the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within his being. He had fallen, and now it was up to fate to decide if his feelings would be reciprocated.

You were not just an ordinary person but an extraordinary individual with an unwavering determination and a compassionate heart that was always ready to lend a helping hand to others. Your compelling strength of character was simply irresistible, making it hard for anyone, including him, to not be captivated by your charm. The value that your vibrant energy held was truly remarkable, even though you had only been a part of the chain for a relatively short period of time.

To everyone's astonishment, you decided to undergo rigorous training in sword combat under the guidance of Time and Warriors. And when the moment of truth arrived, both of them were taken aback by your extraordinary talent and skill in wielding a sword. Your proficiency in combat was beyond impressive, leaving a lasting impression on the two heroes who had seen their fair share of formidable warriors.

As he walked alongside you, he found himself lost in a sea of contemplation, completely submerged in his own thoughts. The sight of you, with your radiant smile and a gentle tap on his shoulder, brought him back to the present moment. And in that very moment, you placed the firewood against the ground and began speaking again. The angelic quality of your voice resonated deeply within him, leaving him bewildered as to why he was falling deeper in love with you. It was not just your enchanting voice, but also the little habits that you possessed, the habits that you were unaware of, which he found endearing and utterly lovable. All these intricacies and qualities that made you who you were had a profound effect on him, solidifying his adoration for you.

Yet, no matter how much he tried, he found himself unable to fully embrace his feelings for you. His heart remained locked, trapped in the memories of his previous love, Malon. The weight of her untimely death had left an indelible mark on his soul, making it nearly impossible for him to open himself up to another person.

The grief that consumed him after losing Malon had been overwhelming. It consumed his every thought, preventing him from moving on and finding happiness with someone new. The love he had once felt for her was unmatched, a love so profound that it felt as though it could never be replicated or replaced.

In his mind's eye, he could envision Malon's disapproving gaze upon him. She was always a strong-willed woman, never afraid to challenge his stubbornness, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Her scoldings echoed in his mind, reminding him of the lengths he would go to protect himself from the pain of loss.

However, amidst his internal struggle, you remained patient and understanding. " Time!! " Your voice broke through his reverie, bringing him back to reality. It was then he noticed the tears that had silently trickled down his face, only to be wiped away by your gentle touch. Concern etched upon your face, your genuine worry for him was evident.

Surprised by your perceptiveness, he realized that you saw through the facade he had so carefully constructed. He had always been adept at hiding his problems, shielding himself from others, but somehow, you had managed to see through his walls. It was a humbling experience, knowing that no matter how hard he tried to keep his struggles hidden, you saw him for who he truly was.

Your question hung in the air, poised delicately between the two of you.

" What's wrong? I know you're hiding something, " you gently prodded further, your concern coupled with a hint of amusement. It was as if you understood the depth of his pain and yet refused to let it define him.

From the moment you entered his life, everything changed. The formidable walls he had meticulously constructed, in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the pain of losing Malon, could no longer withstand your presence. You effortlessly shattered those barriers that surrounded his delicate heart.

" It's nothing...it's just bad memories... " As he whispered those words to you, admitting that these were nothing but painful memories, he couldn't help but lean in and tenderly press his lips against your forehead. It was a moment filled with an unexpected display of affection that caused your face to flush, a deep red hue covering your cheeks.

Deep down, he knew that he couldn't reveal the truth to you. You were too pure, too innocent for him to expose the darkness that haunted his past adventure. He was the boy you dreamt of, the one who had traversed through treacherous paths and faced unimaginable perils. Yet, even amidst his own internal battle, he couldn't bear to burden you with his haunting memories.

Later that night, as the darkness enveloped the world, he found himself unable to sleep. Restlessly, he shifted in bed, his eyes fixated on the expanse of the night sky. The starry canvas above seemed to hold some sort of mysterious allure, captivating his attention to no end. Little did he know, his solitude was about to be disrupted by an unexpected intrusion.

Startled, he suddenly jolted as a voice pierced through the silence, shattering the tranquility of the night. Never had he anticipated encountering another person awake at such a late hour. It was as if this voice came from an invisible companion, a presence that he had not accounted for. The shock on his face was evident, and he struggled to comprehend the situation at hand.

" It happened to you too, huh? " The voice belonged to none other than Legend, who had silently taken a seat nearby, hugging his knees tightly against his chest. His gaze remained fixated on your slumbering figure, leaving an air of intrigue hanging in the air.

Confusion danced across Time's face as he responded, " How did you...? "

A mischievous smile crept onto Legend's lips, his bluntness revealing more than the words he uttered.

" Oh, I can see it written all over your face, Old Man, " he quipped, clearly relishing the element of surprise he had just bestowed upon his companion. The unspoken bond between them transcended mere verbal explanation.

Curiosity piqued, the protagonist couldn't help but wonder why tears had welled up in Legend's eyes during their first encounter with you. It was a question that had lingered in the back of his mind, but had never been addressed before.

Breaking the silence, Legend finally found the courage to open up, albeit momentarily diverting his gaze.

" The song they sang when we first heard them... It reminded me of the darkest time in my adventure, " he revealed, his words laced with a tinge of vulnerability. Evidently, there was a tale of anguish and adversity that lay hidden beneath the surface, a story that he was not yet ready to unravel.

Moved by his companion's admission, Time sat up and reached out, placing a comforting hand on Legend's shoulder. It was a gesture of solidarity, an unspoken understanding between fellow adventurers who had braved the trials and tribulations of their respective journeys.

" Same here, I can only hope this is a two time occurrence "

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drewcent · 2 years

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You haven't seen your boss since the lockdown started but now it's time to get back in the office and he asked you, his trusty assistant, to help him pick what to wear. So you suggested him taking out his expensive suit from when he first got promoted, knowing full well how it would fit him.. after all he asked you to make sure you always have food at his door step during his breaks from working at home so he doesn't waste any time. But it looks like you had other plans in mind, you knew he doesn't like loose ends or half finished engagements. It started with ordering a larger pizza or another combo meal from his favorite junk food place but soon 2 planned meals turned into 4 and then piled bags of donuts started showing up with his daily order of creamy coffee. He couldn't stand to see any food go to waste, he felt compelled to finish everything. Once he started noticing how much time he spent sitting in his office chair you suggested making shakes that will help preserve his "muscle mass" and you made sure to put daily reminders to drink one on his calendar ever since. Your plan to turn your perfectionist boss into your fat feedee, addicted to this hedonistic lifestyle you introduced him to, has worked out perfectly. The only thing left for you to do was stuff his greedy butterball gut in his own office, locking the door behind you, you had filled up his long desk with more than enough fattening food to feed the entire floor. Instead of him looking at you in disbelief, he was already distracted by the blend of delicious scents right in front of him. At this point you knew what was going through his head but before you managed to speak he interrupted you, "I have to finish everything before getting back to work and you are going to make sure of that". After this night his fat belly would be all yours to double in size yet again 🤵🏻🐷

Of course I had to chug another cake shake while struggling to squeeze into this outfit on of 🔗

#weight gain #fat #chubby #belly #fat belly #stuffed belly #chubby belly #bloated belly #beer gut #beer belly #fatty #make me fatter #getting fatter #male feedee #me

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adorkablecringeworks · 10 months

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That Color Looks Good on You

~The Kissing Prank~

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Pairing: rottmnt x gn!reader

Warnings: Mild swearing

Summery: Up next Mikey! 83

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Part 2: Magic Mike

The lair is calm. Everyone is in their respective places, doing their own thing. All around peaceful and relaxed…

Ooooh boy is that about to change.

Chaos has arrived! Putting the menthos in the cola, NO ONE is safe today.

First up on the list, the youngest, the baby (don’t let him hear that he’ll totally throttle you), Mikey. The clanging of pots and pans echoing through the abandoned train station the Hamato’s call home made it easy in finding him. Currently located over in his domain, the kitchen. It looks like he’s getting an early start in prepping dinner.

You and Mikey cook together regularly, with you assist him or he assisting you. It’s always fun bouncing ideas of each other as well as teaching each other about different foods and new cooking techniques. Leo would join sometimes, but it usually ends up getting too crowded with everyone stumbling over each other. So he often sits to the side. Either joining the conversation or simply reading his comics, just sharing the same space and enjoying the company.

For today, Mikey’s on his own, razzmatazzing in his own element. You would normally join him when you're over, but not this time. You have a mission to accomplish with Leo.

You and your co-conspirator approach with caution, quietly peering through the doorway. There he is, singing along to his music playing from his good ol’ trusty boombox. Throwing little dance moves here and there. All in all, It’s quite adorable…

He has no clue to what’s coming.

Unfortunately, you can’t help but bop your head along to his tunes. Leo elbows in your arm to get you back into focus. You grumble back under your breath as you rub your arm. Damn those boybands and their infectiously catchy music.

Time to get to work.

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Look at this!

A wild Michelangelo! A true rarity!

Michelangelo’s are traditionally called Mikey but are also know as; Michael, Mike, Miguel, Angelo, Angie or simply as Orange.

Agile as they are adorable, Mikey’s are far stronger than they appear.

They are known for their friendly, sweet dispositions and are quite affectionate. They are highly social creatures, having strong familial bonds and usually are found in family groups of 4. Although Mikey’s have been reported being seen in bales of up to 7 individuals.

Do not let their adorable and friendly nature fool you. Mikey’s are fast, powerful and destructive. They have the ability to lift bajillion times their own weight.

Though not easily provoked, Mikey’s do have a limit to their patience and is a force to be reckoned with when pushed too far.

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You do your best (frankly, that’s not saying much. It’s just terrible) Down Unda accent for your nature documentary as your slider records you. Conjointly, with overly dramatic hand gestures along your narration. Leo can’t help his snickering once you’ve finished.

“Shshshshshs ssshush shshusssh shhsh”

You adjust yourself to get back into your role

“Ahahem”

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As I mentioned before, Mikey’s are friendly and affectionate so approaching is relatively easy. Mirroring this temperament, he’ll be none the wiser on what’s to come.

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With that, you stand up and enter the kitchen.

“Hey big man!” You casually approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck and give him a soft squeeze for a hug. Causing him too squeak softly.

“Getting an early start on Dindin?”

(Dindin… Really? You’re a nerd)

“Hey yourself!” His smile never faltering, Mikey returns the hug by leaning back into you. He flashes his signature blinding smile your way (why do you always forget your damn sunglasses when you’re around him? Even from this angle!).

“I didn’t know you were coming over! Will you be staying for dinner?”

“That depends on what’s on the menu for tonight?”

You peer down over his shoulder to see what he has lined up. Surrounding him are different spices and seasonings along with some garlic and olive oil (it all smells so good). In front is a cutting board, his chef knife, and a bowl of-

“Brussels sprouts again!?” You grimace at the offending vegetable. There it sits, a vibrant, healthy green, mocking. Throughly washed and ready to be prepped.

“Why Mikey? Why must you do this to us?” You whine, bouncing up and down on your toes. “You’re not gonna do that soup again are ya?”

The box turtle chuckles at the pout he can hear in your voice

“Come on it wasn’t that bad.”

“Dude… it had paprika and trout…”

“Paprika and TROUT!” Leo echos in disbelief, making his appearance known.

“Hi Leo. I should of known.” Mikey rolls his eyes and let’s out a sigh. “Where there is one, the other isn’t that far behind.” Despite the sass, his smile never wavers.

His response makes you and Leo chuckle. It seems that the youngest has yet to notice Leo filming with his phone.

Mikey picks up his knife to begin stemming and peeling the bustle with you comfortably still attached to his back. Apparently very much relaxed and content in your arms. All the while Leo continues his rant.

“Not even Raph could stomach it little brother.” He shakes his head. “And he ate that origami salami that had been manhandled by two foot clan’s hands, that have touch pizza supreme knows what, from off that old ship’s floor for Zza sake!”

“Yeah I’m all up for trying new stuff but that…. That certainly did not ‘Unleash The Flavor’.” Leo and you shudder simultaneously.

Mikey pauses in his work to deadpan at the both of you, then continues with his task at hand.

Leo saunters over to his usual spot over at the kitchen island takes a seat on his claimed stool. He keeps his phone steady, resting his elbows on the counter as he continues to film. This angle is perfect to capture everything. Mikey finally picks up on his older brother holding his phone out but pays it no mind. Figuring that he’s just watching some video on the internet. Yet, he somehow completely misses that Leo’s face is marked up.

“And let’s not forget the time you put it on pizza. For all things sacred you don’t put brussels spouts on pizza Miguel!”

Mikey snubs his sibling with a ‘humph’. “Raph ate that just fine.”

You chuckle at the the two of them.

“Well, for ‘all things sacred’,” You make air quotes with your hands over Mikey’s shoulder, “You don’t put pineapple on pizza either lEOnArDo.” Then wrapping them around Mikey again.

Leo scowls at your teasing, sticking his tongue out at you in an pouty blep (adorable). Both you and Mikey snicker.

“Aaannyways that’s not saying much Michael since it’s a known fact he eats moldy bread.”

“Ok ok your right, I agree.” The turtle in orange deflates, “The soup was not my finest moment and the pizza wasn’t that great either. But this is time it’s different!” He perks back up and peeks over his shoulder at you. “They be roasted with garlic, rosemary, olive oil with a dash of wasabi.”

He finishes his presentation with the bounce of his brows.

“Ok now THAT sounds yummy.” You glance over to your companion who nods in approval.

“Ok then yes I’m staying if there is enough.”

“Duh! There’s always enough for you.” He beams at you once more.

There! You catch your opening.

“Thank you Mikey” You nuzzle your cheek against his. “You’re the best!”

As someone who’s known for his physical affection, he readily nuzzles back, giggling, unknowing in what’s about to befall on him.

Seeing the affectionate display of you and his baby brother spreads a warmth through in the leader’s chest and a gentle smile on his face. Thankful for how the important people on his life getting along so well, bonding so easily. However, the feeling is short live, his gentle smile morphs back to his signature smirk for he knows what’s next.

The poor lovable, ignorant fool.

With Mikey momentarily distracted from his form his task at hand, he lets you turn him around and cup his face with in your hands. He in turns, grasp your wrists gently for support. His face is your favorite. Always so soft and squishy, so you squish, causing his eyes close.

“You are the sweetest ever!”

The bush returns to his cheeks at your praise however, before he can respond, (and once again) you attack.

Your smooches are precise and swift, producing a squeal from the youngest ninja followed by a torrent of incredibly epizootic laughter. It takes all of your willpower to fight his affliction.

On the other hand, Leo has no need to resist and freely cackles along. It makes your task that much harder. A few snorts and giggles manage to escape you in which resulted in small raspberries against Mikey’s face.

That was a mistake.

Leo’s cackles delves into a deep belly laugh. Laughing so hard he drops his head to the counter and bangs his fist against it. Remembering that he’s suppose to be filming, he fights not to fall off his stool as he over corrects himself.

Meanwhile Mikey is laughing so hard that he starts to tremble and completely loses the ability to breathe.

The situation is hilariously getting out of hand and you are finally forced to stop. Finally able to let your giggles free. You check to see if you were able to enough coverage. You’ve succeeded and are loving how your shade of lipstick compliments the soft flush of the turtle’s cheeks. As well as adoring just absolutely how infectious his smile is with his adorable tooth gap on prominent display.

“What was all that for? You’ve stayed for dinner many times already”

“I know. Just wanted you let you know how much I appreciate you. I don’t think I do that enough.”

Mission accomplished. You let go of his face and he, in turn, your wrists.

“Well let you get back to it.” You give the orange ninja one last kiss on the squishiest part of his cheek, making him give one last squeal as you pull away. With lingering chuckles, Leo takes his cue and follows you out of the kitchen. Carefully wiping the tears from his eyes as to not smear the lipstick on his face.

As swiftly as you arrived, you and your cohort depart. Leaving Mikey there beaming and sooo confused.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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new year’s kiss

wc: 2.0k

pairing: gojo x gn!reader

warnings: gojo is his own warning, getting tipsy/drunk together

Throughout your years as a jujutsu sorcerer, being away from home is something that you can never quite get used to, especially not during the holidays, and especially not with Satoru Gojo as your traveling companion. Three days earlier, you and Gojo had been tasked with exorcizing curses in Sapporo — a simple, in and out style mission. Gojo deals with the larger, deadlier curse, while you deal with the smaller ones. A one-two punch. Easy.

“I like when you tag along, my trusty assistant,” he’d told you with one of his familiar self-assured smirks.

And you’d wanted to refuse the mission — he’s Satoru Gojo, after all. What could he possibly need you for? But when you went home later that night to get some things together, you wondered if even the strongest men get lonely sometimes, and with the way your heart tugged in your chest at the thought, you knew you couldn’t leave him alone.

So now you’re stuck sitting next to Gojo at the bar in the lobby of your hotel, nursing some sickeningly sweet cocktail as the wind whips just outside the windows, throwing snow through the air like bullets and bringing visibility down to a firm zero. You had a lot of ideas for how your New Year’s Eve would go, and this certainly wasn’t one of them. No good deed goes unpunished, after all.

“And you can’t use your teleportation because?”

You can already feel annoyance itching at your skin before Gojo even slings his arm around the back of your stool, fingertips skimming over the fabric of your sweater as he does. He smirks, peering at you over the dark frames of his sunglasses. Even inside, at night, they’re perched proudly on the bridge of his nose. “Because isn’t this more fun? Stuck in a hotel together, waiting out the storm on New Year’s Eve.” He leans closer as if to prove his point. “It’s like a romance novel. So dramatic!”

“Do you, like, get some sick enjoyment out of making my life miserable?”

Misery comes in all forms — your line of work has shown you as much. Your personal brand of misery takes human form in Satoru Gojo. What with his obnoxious self-confidence and inclination to tease. With the smug way he smiles or the annoyingly perfect way his hair sits across his forehead. He’s terrible, the most annoying man you’ve ever had the displeasure of working with. You want to throttle him or beat his ass, anything to make him zip it for even so much as a second. And a part of you, deep, deep down, also wants to kiss him on the mouth, though you’re not sure you can bring yourself to admit as much — at least not out loud.

The grin Gojo fixes you with is lazy and teasing. “Awww, come on,” he croons, pulling you by the shoulder to tuck you close to his side. “Cut me a little slack, huh? You know I love you.”

You remind yourself you’re supposed to be annoyed with him for leaving you stuck here, not focusing on the distracting way his pretty blue eyes sparkle beneath the lights overhead or the way his long, lithe fingers curl around an expensive glass of gin. Or the perfect way you fit against his side, the comforting smell of his cologne.

But you’re already too far gone, and you know it.

You roll your eyes, pushing at him in a futile attempt to get him to leave you alone. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, get off.”

“I like this, though,” he pouts, making a big show of pretending to be hurt by your insistence. “Have you seen the weather outside? It’s freezing. I need your body heat to sustain me!”

“But we’re inside. It’s perfectly warm in here.”

He doesn’t move. “You’re no fun. How about this? We’ll make a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Mhm.” He seems all too pleased with whatever’s swirling around in that strange noggin of his that you almost don’t want to know what he’s thinking. Almost. “You stay here with me, keep me all nice and toasty,” he goes as far as to hook his foot around the leg of your stool to pull you that much closer. “And drinks will be on me.” With the new proximity, your faces are dangerously close together, leaving your mouth dry and face hot.

“How does that sound? Fair trade?”

When you don’t answer right away, he pushes his glasses up onto his head. He juts his lip out, making his eyes wide and watery and propping his chin in his hands to really sell the sad, lonely puppy look he’s going for. You sigh when you find that it’s more cute than annoying. He’s such a pain in the ass.

“Fine,” your eyes narrow as you point a stern finger in his direction, “but no funny business.”

He smirks, holding his palm up to you, “Sorcerer's honor.”

The problem with sweet specialty cocktails like the ones on the hotel’s bar menu is that you can’t taste the alcohol. The dangers and bitter taste of hard liquor are always hidden behind fancy glasses and saccharine goodness, masked by fruit juices, syrups, and sodas. They hit you before you even realize it, and suddenly you’re drunk and your tummy feels a little funny.

And as you blearily peer at the clock behind the bar — 11:55PM — you come to that very sobering realization. You’re not drunk, not completely, but your joints feel loose and your brain feels less wrinkled than it was an hour ago. You’re tipsy enough that you drop your head against Gojo’s shoulder without a second thought, and that’s enough to show you you’ve had more than you expected to.

Gojo’s not much better off. He’s got his own little collection of empty glasses on the bar in front of him, cheeks now a flushed, rosy pink. His arm has migrated from the back of your chair to right around your shoulders, his free hand hanging right in your peripheral vision.

You take another sip of your drink and set your sights on his fingers. They look a little lonely, you muse in your alcohol addled mind. What kind of person would you be if you left them like that? And on New Year’s Eve, no less. You’re not a monster.

You bring your hands up to fiddle with his fingers, holding his pinky in one hand and his pointer finger in the other before moving to pinch each digit between your pointer finger and thumb. It’s a mindless activity that distracts you from the alcohol and the almost possessive way Gojo keeps his foot looped around your chair and arm around your shoulders.

“You havin’ fun over there?”

You finally decided to weave your fingers through his and skirt your thumb along the back of his hand. His skin is smooth and soft beneath your fingertips. “Mhm.”

“You want another drink?”

Glancing at the clock again, you watch the numbers swim a bit before you blink. 11:58PM. “No, thanks.”

“M’kay.” He signals for the bartender and closes his tab with one resolute signature, dropping a few extra bills onto the counter as a tip. When he’s done, he pulls your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it before turning his attention back to the TV. The simple, almost nonchalant motion stirs butterflies in your stomach.

The alcohol has made you pliant, has dulled the sharp edges of annoyance that had tinged your nerves just an hour ago. You’re practically putty in Gojo’s hands now, so different from before that he can’t hide his dopey grin and warm cheeks. He’s just as bad, Gojo thinks as he nuzzles his cheek against your hair and squeezes your hand in his. Gin has stoked the flames that burn deep in his belly, and Gojo knows that the more he becomes acquainted with your touch, the more his resolve will falter. He’ll never be able to get enough. He won’t be satisfied until he memorizes every inch of your skin and every angle of your soul, and even then he’ll want more. Always more.

Gojo thinks he deserves it. He deserves to be greedy. He deserves to put his heart on his sleeve and let it be held, let himself be held. You lose so much, give up so much when you’re a man like Satoru Gojo that he feels as if the universe owes him this tiny victory. It’s the least it can do for the hell it’s put him through.

And it’s that same selfish, yearning desire that forces a question from his throat like the snow falling outside. Fast and reckless. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You pull your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze, eager to be in on a smidge of unexpected gossip. “What is it?”

Gojo drinks in your undivided attention like ambrosia. The fire continues to rage, burning him from the inside out. “I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss before.”

The clock behind the bar flickers and turns — 11:59 PM — though neither of you are paying much mind to the time.

The butterflies in your stomach multiply, fluttering up between your ribs and around your lungs, bringing the dull buzz of excitement with them. “Really?”

“Really.” He leans closer to you, and watches as your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them.

“I’d think a guy like you would have people lining up for a chance.”

Gojo hangs onto your every word, playing over each syllable as he prays the sweet little cocktails you’ve been sipping on loosen your lips just a little more. “A guy like me?”

You shrug like you can’t find the right words. Hesitant. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know if I do, sweetheart,” You catch a hint of gin on his breath as his lips inch towards yours. When he’s close, but not quite there, Gojo’s voice dips into a purr, eyes drooping to fix you with a sultry, half-lidded expression. “Will you explain it to me? What kind of guy am I?”

Gone is the alcohol-fueled confidence that had you cuddled up to his side, taken over by a bashfulness that pulls Gojo’s lips into a smirk. You shift in your seat, but don’t back away. Your hand stays laced with his. You can do this. “You’re handsome and strong. Witty. Kind when you want to be.”

“Yeah?”

You can’t look him in the eye, not anymore, but you nod, fingers nervously fidgeting in his own. “Yeah.”

10...

Gojo’s heart starts to pound as the room breaks out in a chant. He feels pressed for time, frantic. Like if he doesn’t kiss you at midnight he might never get the chance again. He can’t mess this up.”I always thought you found me annoying.”

9...

You giggle, the air tickling Gojo’s lips as you do. “You annoy me when you tease me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

8...

“Sorry.”

7...

“You’re not.”

6...

He grins and the sight of it makes you smile, too. “No, not really.”

5...

4...

The chant of the countdown fills the beat of silence that lingers between you. Risking a glance between his eyes and the pout of his lips, you bring yourself to ask, “Do you think you’ll have any luck this year? With the kiss and all.”

3...

“Mm, I hope so. There’s someone I’ve really got my eye on.”

2...

“Do I know them?”

“I think you might.”

1...

The hotel lobby ceases to exist the moment the clock strikes twelve, and just as it bursts into cheers and Happy New Year’s, Gojo’s lips meet yours. The kiss is a hungry, clumsy mess that tastes like a devilish mix of hard liquor and cranberry juice. You savor every bit of it. Gojo’s hand slips from yours to cradle your cheek in his palm, touch featherlight and overwhelmingly gentle.

When he finally pulls away, Gojo’s face breaks into a grin, his long fingers brushing against the hair at the nape of your neck. “What did I tell you? A romance novel.”

The roll of your eyes is immediate, a knee jerk response. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“So bossy.”

The next kiss is chaste, sweet. One that has your teeth bumping together as you grin into it. And this time when he pulls away, Gojo only has one thing to say, “Happy New Year, sweetheart.”

#satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo imagine #gojo imagine #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #gojo x reader fluff

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jebewonmorelike · 11 months

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So You Can Do Yours

part two up now: whatever you say, president-nim wc: 2k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: none? i guess reader is not on good terms with father but to be fair their father is a chairman of a company so he probably is objectively not great; literally fluff and mostly platonic/you're his boss so but suggestion that wookie has a crush on reader at the end... and reader is supposed to be 19; super unrealistic but just a fun little fictional concept lol summary: uselessCEO!reader has fired every new assistant they've had in the past few months, but newassistant!gunwook thinks he might be the right man for the job. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this is a cute one :) gunwook is baby. gunwook is son. protect him at all costs. i've been wanting to write more for gunwookie for a while, but i was super hesitant to because i got a really freakish comment about the only small drabble i wrote for him. so five months later i'm ready to try again. please remember this is just a work of fiction and its crazy fluffy. i really hope you like it! also expect more writing from me this month-- i'm taking the rest of summer off from school so. i'll need to stay busy 😤

“President-nim?” A voice calling through the intercom on your desk breaks your concentration. You huff annoyedly as you lean forward and press the microphone button.

“What is it?”

“Your new assistant is here to meet you,” Secretary Lee responds cautiously. You groan; quickly shoving what you had been working on into the hidden compartment of your desk. Not another assistant.

Every Monday for two months now, a new bright-eyed young woman had walked through the doors of your office ready to kick-start her career as a company president's trusty assistant. And sure enough, by that Friday afternoon every single one of them had run out in tears; unable to handle the pressures of the job. Was that pressure almost entirely due to the fact that you had no idea how to do your own job? Unimportant, but--

“Annyeonghaseyo, President-nim!” A male voice shakes you from your internal monologue as you look up to find that a young man in a 90 degree bow has appeared in front of you. He looks up at you, his gaze drifting to your right hand.

You follow his line of sight to find a watercolor brush still in your hand-- dripping a bit onto your desk. Lifting up your desk compartment slightly, you toss the brush in with the others. You clear your throat a bit awkwardly-- smoothing down the lapels of your suit jacket with your fingers. “Annyeonghaseyo,” you mumble.

“I’m your new assistant, Park Gunwook,” he introduces politely, standing up straight. It’s now that you suddenly realize just how young this man appears to be. His face is round with youth and his lips resemble that of a baby chick. “I hope to serve you well.”

“When? After you get out of school each day?” You joke, brow furrowed in suspicion. “How did you get this job, huh? You look like you’re late for hagwon.”

Gunwook’s brow stays raised for a moment, but a surprisingly cheeky smile eventually creeps onto his face. “Couldn’t I ask you the same, President-nim?”

You exhale an unamused laugh. Guess this one thinks he’s clever. “I graduated two and a half years early.”

“That must look impressive on a resume,” he agrees genuinely with a nod. “Your father being the Chairman of the Board also must look pretty impressive on a resume.”

Stunned by this kid’s audacity, you just stare back at him.

“Nothing to be ashamed of President-nim,” he reassures, clasping his hands together behind his back. “I happen to know someone that works here, too.”

Figures. “And which one of those geriatric, good-for-nothing money bags on the Board is your daddy?”

“None of them,” Gunwook says with a smile. “Secretary Lee is my eomma. Might seem small, but a connection’s a connection.”

Secretary Lee hired her own son? After the way she’d watched all of the sobbing girls run out of the building screaming ‘I’M NEVER WORKING EVER AGAIN’’ each week?

What terrible thing had Park Gunwook done to be handed such a fate by his own mother?

You stand up from your desk and meet Gunwook at the front of it. Walking in a tight circle around him, you examine every inch of him curiously as he stands at attention.

“Um, President-nim?” He asks without moving a muscle. “Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely not,” you answer, bending down to look at his dress shoes. They’re more than a few years old and definitely not a designer brand, but somehow... they’re condition is nearly immaculate. Not to mention, the black, thin laces are tied in perfectly symmetrical bows. Huh. It’s pretty uncommon for a boy your age to care that much about the tidiness of his shoes.

“Weirdo,” you mutter under your breath as you stand back up. You have to crane your neck a bit to look Gunwook in the eyes; not only is he quite tall, you also realized you’re standing a bit too close to him. Stepping back slightly, you take a seat on your desk-- crossing your arms as you glare at him.

“Something not to your liking, President-nim?” He asks, eyebrows raised in question.

You don’t answer. Instead, you ask a question of your own. “What makes you think you have what it takes to be my assistant?”

“I’ve been President of my class since middle school. I’ve placed in national debate competitions. I’m organized, responsible, and competent,” he responds confidently. But a little mischievous sparkle appears in his eye as he adds, “From what I’ve heard, those are qualities the President's office might need more of.”

“YA! Do you want to die, you little--...” As you threaten him, Gunwook has already gone back to his default polite smiling. “What’s wrong with you, huh? Don’t you know I can blacklist you for life with one phone call? Tell me why I shouldn’t--.”

“President-nim!” Gunwook interrupts your thought excitedly; pointing to a stack of papers sitting on the corner of your desk. “Are those spreadsheets that need executive review? I’m experienced in Excel if you're... too busy for them.”

You frown, picking up the papers in your hand and sifting through them. They are spreadsheets that need executive review. You’ve been putting it off for a week, because, believe it or not, you didn’t get a very spreadsheet-centric education at the fine arts university you attended. To think, you could be painting in your own studio all day every day. But instead your father wanted you to do something “sensible” and “respectable” that “made you worthy of receiving his estate some day”.

Not that you cared much about an inheritance. But at this point it was the least you were owed for sacrificing your life’s passion to goof off in an office for the rest of your life. It wasn’t like you particularly enjoyed being unhelpful or unproductive, but at just shy of twenty years old with a BA in Fine Arts... you hadn’t exactly been well-prepared for such an important job.

You look back up at Gunwook. He’s practically salivating at the mouth to get his hands on your routine paperwork. You hand him the stack of spreadsheets with a sigh: “Knock yourself out.”

Gunwook’s concerningly large hand snatches the papers from yours with lightning speed; hugging them to his chest happily. “Thank you, President-nim! I won’t let you down.”

You’re almost starting to believe him.

“Right,” you agree, chewing your cheek as you walk back behind your desk. “Well, you get to work on those and have them back to me by... Uh...”

You’re struggling to think of a reasonable time frame for the spreadsheet reviews to be completed, since you’d never once been the one to finish them. Gunwook sees this and answers for you, “Tomorrow at noon, I think you were going to say, President-nim?”

“Tomorrow at noon,” you echo with a frown. You’re not sure you like how familiar this kid was becoming with you already, but at least he’d been far more eager to do your executive work for you than anyone had been thus far. You’d know by tomorrow at noon if he was truly capable or not.

“And where should I put them for you if you’re not in your office, President-nim?” He asks thoughtfully.

“Oh, um,” you stumble, looking around for a good spot. You land on the thin drawer at the center of your desk and point to it. “In here is fine.”

Gunwook quickly walks behind your desk to see the drawer, stopping at a respectful distance. He reaches towards the drawer, but when you realize his fingers are pulling the wrong handle-- the top of your desk is already lifting open before you can stop him.

“Whoah,” the boy whispers in awe as he stares at the giant watercolor landscape painting you’d been working on for the last week or so. You both stand in silence for a moment as you watch Gunwook take in every detail of your latest work. “This is incredible.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly-- folding your arms across your chest uncomfortably at the compliment. No one had seen your artwork for a while now; even mentioning it in your father’s presence sent him into a spiral.

“If you’re this talented, then why--... Why are you the president of a tech corporation?” He asks, eyes meeting yours now. He’s curious and concerned and confused. When he realizes he forgot to speak formally, he bows in apology. “I’m sorry, President-nim.”

“Sometimes a 'connection' isn’t what you wanted,” you say after a moment, sitting back down in your desk chair.

Gunwook swallows from beside you, taking a few steps back to the front of your desk. “I’ll help as best as I can, President-nim. I’ll do my work so that you can do yours.”

You blink back at him, a bit speechless. “O-... Okay.”

He bows, another 90 degree one. “Should I get started on these then, President-nim?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding slowly. “Yes. That would be good.”

Gunwook nods. “Thank you, President-nim,” he says, turning and walking towards the door.

“Gunwook-sshi,” you call suddenly, causing the young man to let go of the door handle in his hand and turn around. His eyes are wide as he waits patiently for you to continue. “Why did you apply for this job? Besides the fact that your mother works here.”

The boy smiles, answering simply, “I thought I would be a good fit.”

You exhale a laugh, rolling your eyes. “We’ll see.”

Gunwook’s smile turns to a grin as he nods again-- walking out the door and closing it behind him.

The end of the work day comes surprisingly quickly (and it may or may not have something to do with Gunwook).

Okay, it has everything to do with Gunwook.

To your very pleasant surprise, the teenage boy had been your best assistant yet by a considerable margin. All in the span of six hours, he’d color-coded your weekly schedule, ghostwritten five urgent emails to executives from partner companies, brought you your lunch order exactly how you prefer it, and reorganized your entire desk for you all while you painted next to him.

He didn’t ask you any unnecessary questions or disturb your peace; he just did his work so that you could do yours. Just like he said he would.

The end of the day came so quickly that when Gunwook knocked on your door to ask you if you were heading out for the day, you thought he was making one of his insulting-but-somehow-also-charming remarks about your lack of presidential work ethic again. But glancing at the clock, you see that he’s right-- it’s almost 7 P.M.

“I’m actually gonna keep working for a little while longer,” you respond before you catch Gunwook’s eyebrows raise. “You can go home now though. You have to be well-rested for another day of high school tomorrow.”

He sticks his tongue in his cheek and smiles at the joke. “I actually go to university now, President-nim. Part-time, but still.”

You find yourself trying to picture what Gunwook would look like on a campus: a grey hoodie, jeans, and his hair flopping into his eyes. In another life, one where you had a different father, maybe you’d still be going to university, too. Maybe you would've run into Gunwook and been his sunbae instead of the Guinness World Records holder for youngest president of a national corporation. Would you have noticed each other? Would you have been friends? Rivals? Something else?

Returning his smile, you dismiss, “Have a good night, Gunwook-sshi.”

“Have a good night, President-nim.”

You work on your painting for another hour before finally gathering your things and heading out the door for the night. On your way out, you see Secretary Lee typing away at her desk. When she spots you, she grimaces nervously.

“Oh, President-nim,” she greets as you walk over to her. “I hope you’re not too upset, but I thought that my son could--.”

“Could be the best assistant I’ve ever had?” You finish for her; watching as her face relaxes at your compliment. “You were right. And you better keep up the good work, Secretary Lee: Gunwook-sshi would make a great secretary.”

Secretary Lee swallows and nods at the hint of a threat. “Understood, President-nim.”

You smile, starting to head toward the exit before your curiosity stops you in your tracks. You turn over your shoulder to call, “Secretary-nim?”

She looks at you expectantly; if not also a bit nervously.

“Why did Gunwook-sshi want to be my assistant?”

She considers for a moment before replying, “After your... poor luck... with assistants these past few months, I couldn’t help but think my son had what it takes to change that. He’s always been such an overachiever. But he wasn’t really interested at all at first."

“Why did he change his mind?” You ask; wanting to understand a bit more about the incredibly competent, but slightly odd assistant that showed up at your office today.

Secretary Lee laughs quietly. “Well, to be honest... He only handed me his completed application after...

... I showed him a picture of you.”

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Dusk Meets Dawn at Twilight

Lucifer x moth!OC, Vésper

A/N: Fun fact: Vésper means evening star in latin.

Summary: Lucifer finds himself in a very low, vulnerable point and self isolation is all he knows. However, his trusty assistant unintentionally prevents that (I suck at summaries. I’m sorry :’))

—• TAGS/CW/TW: Angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Lucifer struggling with very strong emotions, some use of non-verbal communication, crying, alludes to feather-picking, mentions of (angelic) blood, preening, Vésper isn’t good at emotions. but she’s emotionally intelligent enough, proof read, no heavy topics actually mentioned explicitly.

“Highness?” Vésper knocked tentatively at the door. Silence. She knocked again softly a couple times for good measure to make sure Lucifer hasn’t somehow not heard her. Still she was met with no answer, not a sound. Which is really odd even for his normal isolation habits, causing the moth demon to worry.

Vésper bit her bottom lip debating wether this really warranted going into the King’s quarters. Lucifer could go through bad periods of depression and bed-rotting, sure; days, weeks. But to not be seen for two entire weeks and none of the staff had spoken to him at all? Not even the work shop?

Vésper heard alarms in her head after one of the maids pointed out His Majesty’s bedroom doors were locked a few days ago. Immediately, she went to his door to find it locked just how the maid had said. Lucifer never did that, he’d avoid contact when he didn’t want it but he never locked doors or hide for this long without a word. The only thing that had kept her from trying to go in by force was that there was still shuffling heard from inside for a few days, which meant he was going about his room occasionally so understanding her King’s habits she let it be until today.

With a heavy sigh, she put her hand over the key-hole entrance reluctantly, “Your Highness, I’m coming in. I deeply apologize in advance,” she said in a raised voice ensuring he would at least be warned or be prompted to open the door willingly. After a beat of silence she concentrated a sphere of energy and bumped the lock of the door with it. Unfortunately she didn’t know any refined magic to make it smoother but she didn’t have a choice. The small blast that did minimal damage to the golden hinges while still doing the trick will have to do.

Prying the door open, just enough to take a peak inside, Vésper is greeted by darkness that her eyes quickly adjusted to. “Sir?” she tried again. Movement coming from the bed caught her eyes. She squinted at the big mass on the lavish bed, a groan followed. Quickly she entered just past the door and closing it behind her, “Sir, are you ok—“ her words cut off by a growl.

“Leave. Now,” She could recognize it’s Lucifer, despite how grovel it sounded. “I can’t do that, Majesty. You’ve been gone for two weeks,” she protests taking another step into the room. She looks around the room some more now that she could see better, realizing there’s not just an absolute mess and disarray but feathers everywhere. Red and white feathers littered across the room, even on whatever she can see of the messy bed.

A deep frown formed on her brow, about to speak again but was snapped out of her thoughts at Lucifer standing up from the bed, demonic form on full display, all 3 sets of wings spreading behind him making him look taller, puffing up to make him seem more intimidating.

“I said L̷̆͜Ȅ̴̃A̷̐̚V̵̛̈́Ḛ̵͐.̸̊̄ ̴̛̫W̴̕͝H̶̡͆Ö̶ Ǎ̮R̸E YOU TO DISOBEY YOUR ̸́́K̶͑I̓͑N̷̬̔G’S ORDERS?̵͕̈́” Lucifer lashes out, a stream a fire expanding towards the moth sinner making her tumble backwards and fall ass first. Screaming in terror she raised her arms to cover face, his outburst only missing her by a hair. She trembled in unbridled fear, eyes wide and fixed on the floor not daring to look at him again.

He realized a little too late what he’d done, he tried retracting his arm back seeing his assistant in utter panic. “Shit! I’m- I’m sorry Vés I didn’t mean to—“ Lucifer stammered, his voice sounding more normal but with a shake and hints of remorse. He tried to help her up but Vésper involuntarily flinched and backed away, a small sob slipping past her lips.

“God damn it,” he whispers under his breath, taking steps back from his assistant and falling on to the floor bumping into his night stand on his way down. Lucifer groaned in frustration wrapping his wings around himself, “I’m sorry Vésper. I didn’t mean to lash out, I’m so sorry…” his voice shook with a dead tone, like he’s near tears. But she’s too shaken up to respond.

She chances a glance at him eying the feathery cocoon he’s turned himself into. She could see little trembles and shaking of his wings with each breath he took. Lucifer is clearly in a vulnerable state, one she didn’t know how to help and with the panic still present in her body it was hard to move, let alone want to get near him.

Lucifer made no more advance toward her, giving her a chance to regain her wits about her. Logically she knew he’d never hurt her but Vésper had also never seen him angry, not even his demonic form in the time she’s worked for him. It’s jarring, exactly what she expected the Devil to look like, the stuff of nightmares.

But she managed to regain composure again after a while with deep breaths distracting herself with the state of the chaotically dirty chambers. The more she looked the worse it got; not only feathers and broken belongings but specks of a smeared golden substance. Not abundantly so, but mostly on the floor at the foot of the bed and on the sheets. Small splotches she’d worry about later.

Standing, her unsteady legs finally approach the ball of wings the King had turned himself into, “Sire…” she tried to coax sitting on her knees in front of the bundle, “It’s okay. I… I know you didn’t mean it,” softly she spoke tryin to peek between the messy feathers. Another thing she noticed now that she is up close is that the golden liquid is on him. More specifically on his wings and tips of his finger tips.

Lucifer sat with his knees against his chest and face buried in his hands from what she could see from between the matted fluff. She sighed silently, “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

He looked miserable and something in her hated seeing a typically goofy man like him in such a state. It made her chest tighten to see Lucifer so vulnerable and emotional, this is a different level that she’s never seen. Despite herself, a gentle hand rose hesitantly to rest atop one of the wings as a gesture of comfort.

When she felt the wing move under her touch she flinched back worried she’d crossed a line. The wing parted a bit exposing his face once again, “How did you manage to get in?” asking softly his wings dropped a bit around him.

Vésper shifted not wanting to tell him just yet, “We can worry about that later, Your Majesty,” her eyes taking in his disheveled appearance, “I care more about your well being. Are you okay? Is there anything I can assist you with? It’s been weeks, we’re all worried about you, Sir.” Lucifer averts his glassy eyes in both shame and guilt.

Another long stretch of silence befell them. Lucifer felt weak, a little humiliated at being seen in a vulnerable position, he couldn’t bring himself to speak again or meet her eyes. He really hoped she’d understand, knowing it’s a little selfish to expect her to just know. He opened up his wings a bit more and stretched out a hand for her to take not really looking at her still. Only when his gaze flicked down to his palm signaling to take it, she got the hint the second time he did it.

His hand is oddly warm, she didn’t really have expectations but it’s still surprising angelic beings have body warmth. Deep inside she wished she knew what to do, Vésper herself isn’t great at expressing her own feelings let alone deal with them from others. So she thinks back to the times her Mother would comfort her as a child, holding Vésper to her chest and knowing just what to say to ease the baby in her motherly instincts. Unfortunately she isn’t as good as her Mother with these kinds of things.

Is that even what he needed? Everyone needs a little kindness, her Mother would often tell her, everyone needs a hand to hold. The moth sinner’s thumb gently caresses at his knuckles, holding his hand delicately. This goes beyond professional boundaries, but Vésper gets the sense he’s dealing with much more than seasonal depression or just a down period. For now she’d allow the lines of professionalism to blur for the sake of her King.

It seemed to be the right thing to do because eventually Lucifer had unwrapped himself from his wings, now letting them rest at ease and his legs are less tucked against him.

Even though it feels like it’s been hours by now, at best an actual hour had passed, but despite that the scare Lucifer gave her has now dissipated, watching his inner turmoil pass over his features and voided eyes is still nagging at her. He felt so far away, his eyes not particularly focused on anything, lost in who knows how many different thoughts and emotions. Closed off. Vésper debated on a couple thoughts, words she could say to make him feel better.

She gnawed at her bottom lip with the words at the tip of her tongue eyes fixed on the hand she held. The professional bounds had already been crossed she thought, fuck it.

“Do you need a hug?” she asked quietly, she almost hoped Lucifer didn’t actually hear her. Almost hoped he was zoned out enough.

The ex-angel blinked a couple times his head finally turning toward her, red eyes locking with the black void that are her eyes searching them for honesty. He definitely heard her, but paused to debate whether he could really accept the offer. If he could really handle it or if she really even meant it. Averting his eyes again he nodded.

Lucifer went to open his arms but Vésper pulled him up and closer to her as she stood up. She tried to follow the way her Mother comforted her, it’s the best she could think of doing. As soon as her arms wrapped around him, mindful of his wings, she rubbed his back slowly and soothingly. For a moment Lucifer stiffen at the gentle hold, a little startled at the touch he didn’t initiate himself but found himself relaxing in her arms and returning the hug.

Silence more comfortable than the last stretched over them again, very gently swaying from side to side while Vésper embraced Lucifer. It supposed to mimic the feel of being swayed in a Mother’s arms, though she’s unsure if he found it relaxing it sure helped her keep it together in this unfamiliar situation.

“Majesty,” She murmurs to get his attention, “Have you eaten?” He shakes his head no slightly without moving away from the embrace. “Have you taken a bath?” Again, he shakes his head. She hums in acknowledgment, “How about I go get you something to eat while you wash up?” Her tone gentle, struggling to maintain some formalities.

Lucifer is still not answering verbally but by the way his grip tightens she can tell he doesn’t want to let go.

“You can’t go this long without proper sustenance, please?” she tried again, “Besides, I need to also clean a little around here. There’s golden, sparkly splotches everywhere and on you.”

The mention of the gold liquid makes him freeze. He had forgotten about that, he only hopes she hadn’t payed too close attention to his wings in that moment. So he reluctantly let’s go avoiding eye contact, rather looking around his room at the absolute chaos. He grimaces at the gross mess and snaps his fingers, clouds of red smoke enveloping the entire room. When it dissipate everything is back in its place, floors are cleared and whatever had been broken is fixed as if nothing had even happened.

“Or… that…” She chuckles, “I’ll be right back, okay?” Lucifer only nods and heads towards a door on the other side of the room that she can only guess is his bathroom.

Taking a little longer than intended, but with practically a full food cart she returns to Lucifer’s private quarters. Knocking she warns of her arrival, “I’m coming in,” opening the door slowly and peeking to make sure she’s alright to come in. She’s greeted to the sight of the King sitting at the edge of his bed with messy damped hair undone wearing silky night attire with a duck pattern. Of course, she thinks shaking her head with the tiniest endearing smile. His wings are wrapped around him lazily again as he watches his assistant coming in.

“I don’t expect you to eat much or all of it,” She clarifies with a firm but gentle tone, “But do eat your fill. However much or little that is.”

The moth sinner rolls up to where he’s sitting and parks the cart in front of him. The first thing he goes for are the pancakes, Vésper finally relaxes since she came into the room hours ago. This is progress.

Lucifer offers by pointing at one of the plates but Vésper declines with a polite 'Thank you'. She takes a closer look at him, specifically the wings she doesn’t get to see very often. They were clean now, but still made a complete mess with askew and crooked feathers.

“Suit yourself, V,” Lucifer speaks for the first time since his earlier outburst. She grins, “Ah, and so he speaks,” she meant it as a small tease but the relief washing over her betrayed her a little making it sound like an endearing remark.

Lucifer sighs with a self-deprecating smile, “I apologize…Old habits.” The atmosphere threatens to turn tense again, “And I deeply apologize for scaring you and… almost hurting you. I really didn’t mean to,” Vésper can see the evident regret and honesty behind the apology. Except he didn’t really need to apologize, she had already forgiven him.

“You needn’t justify anything to me. If anything I should apologize. I was rude intruding in your privacy, Your Highness.”

“Lucifer,” he corrects.

“Pardon?” Vésper whips her head to look at him, eating the last bite of the pancakes.

“You might as well just call me Lucifer,” wiping his mouth with the napkin his put on his lap and sitting further up on the bed.

Vésper’s eyes widen at the scandalous suggestion, “I could never-“

Lucifer interrupts her, “You can. Your Kings says so,” a shit eating grin spreads across his face. How does she forget this man embodies the sin of Pride?

She sighs reluctantly, but still avoids saying his name, “As you wish,” is all she replies. He looks damn satisfied with himself, and she can’t even be bothered by the little antics being she’s more at ease that some of his usual personality is back.

With a deep inhale of air Vésper stands fixing her clothes and adjusting her neat attire. She rolls her shoulders slightly and stretching her own wings to ease the tension from the muscles due to the anxiety she had experienced most of the day. “Some rest is in order, yes?” She asks in her more formal tone looking at Lucifer expectantly. His smile falters and there’s visible disappointment in his eyes.

“You’re leaving?” What he wanted to ask is if she could stay, but being more aware of himself and senses more alert his pride didn’t allow him to ask so outwardly. He’d let his guard down enough for a life time, but the sinking loneliness is winning out. Feeling consumed by a darkness he’s barely escaping, Lucifer craves company so excruciatingly bad.

She also sensed it, even without knowing much about him it’s palpable. It just takes a little bit of empathy to realize he’s not doing well and he desperately needs something or someone to ground him in these trying times. She takes a glance at the window, bright red sky now a dark auburn indicating it’s late night. “I’m interested in you getting a full night’s rest. If my presence helps, I’ll stay if you so wish it,” Vésper offers. Meeting in the middle, she supposes in her head.

“Yes,” Lucifer nods, “Please.”

Vésper sat back down where she had been previously. However, Lucifer didn’t immediately tuck himself under the covers, instead stretched his wings in front of him. Slowly and delicately his clawed fingers started at the tip of his wings to take care of the messy feathers.

The sinner tried not to stare too deadpan at the King casually preening his expansive wings. Which now that she could take a better look at them, even in the dim light they seem to sparkle beautifully like freshly fallen snow. Or stars. Then she remembered he’s the morning-star.

She wonder how heavy 3 sets of wings are on his back, specially when all 6 of them are taller than he is.

She looked away closing her eyes briefly, feeling so unbecoming of shamelessly gawking. Even if he is right in front of her but it’s such a rare sight to behold it’s hard to not look. She glanced back again to see Lucifer struggling to comfortably reach the feather back rows. Without thinking before speaking she asked, “Require some assistance?” Lucifer looked at her pausing all his movements. Realizing what she said she wanted to disintegrate in that moment but she remained composed despite the embarrassment rising hot up her spine.

“Uh…” he blinked a few times, eyes looking between his wings and her, “You know what, fuck it sure. Just um… Be careful.” Lucifer shifted his position, showing his back to her. He laid out a singular wing out while tucking the other ones in. “It’s easier to do it with your index and thumb uh…” he makes the gestures as he explains, “And straighten it in the right direction.”

Vésper nods. Easy enough she tells herself. She gets to work as best as she can how he had indicated her, she wasn’t half bad just slower than he is and much gentler. Which he welcomed, he found it endearing how careful she’s being and Lucifer lets her find a rhythm on her own. Vésper has never touched something so soft in her entire life completely enthralled she stops herself from petting rather than preening. His feather puff and shake every so often to keep the feathers organized.

Lucifer thought she’d only help with the ones he had a harder time reaching but Vésper continued to the next wing row by row. Lucifer just let her finding comfort in the act of service. She found more confidence to speed up and let herself concentrate, kinda forgetting who she’s doing this for. There’s an unspoken intimacy they both pointedly ignore while she continued.

For once, Vésper was tired of the silence deciding to break it, “Even if they’re right in front of me, under my fingertips I still can’t fathom how gorgeous they are,” she said warmly continuing to the next row.

She heard Lucifer chuckle, “Pure divine, heavenly beauty,” However, the tone of his voice was less cheerful this time. Like longing. “Sometimes they feel like a heavy burden, though.” Vésper is taken aback by the confession, “Now they just feel like a cruel reminder of what I use to be and what was taken away from me. Of the failure I am.”

Bitterness tinted his words with a strong mix of regret. Vésper was about to speak again when she realized his shoulders had begun to shake, so she stopped the preening instead resting a hand on his shoulder. That’s when she heard it, small sobs falling from him with tears cascading down his face. The sight absolutely broke Vésper, the usually confident facade completely torn away, his air of arrogance he carried everywhere he went completely gone. Instead there’s a shell of a man that he keeps tucked away most days and in front of anyone left.

She did the only thing she knew to do, making Lucifer turn around to face her. He wanted to protest by bringing his wings around himself protectively. However, she didn’t allow him, pressing him into another hug and bringing him to her chest she patted his soft blonde locks.

“They’re part of you, but they don’t define you. Nor does where you come from,” She spoke barely above a whisper, “You are Lucifer Morningstar; the most powerful being in all of Hell and supreme ruler. You are not a failure.”

It was like a dam that had been sealed for millennia broke loose in that moment. Lucifer sobbed and shook in her arms, emotions completely overwhelming his being. His grip tightened around her assistant, sometimes tight enough to make it hard to breathe, not mentioning it she just comforted him through it. Years, upon years of suppressed emotions came crashing down at once and there was no closing the faucet until it dried out.

No words were spoken for a long while as she held the crying King, serving as a physical anchor and solace. Broken sobs one after another broke Vésper’s heart into a million pieces. She’s never heard so much pain coming from one person and she couldn’t help but hurt for him. A few tears also running down her face before she quickly wiped them away.

“Let it all out… I’m here…” she comforted. She tried with gentle affirmations, soft reassurances and there somehow wanting to find the right combination of words that would ease the immense pain. She knew she wouldn’t, yet still tried. He bagan to apologize profusely but she only shush him and encouraged him to hold her as long as he needed. This back and forth continued until he managed to fall asleep.

She guessed the exhaustion caught up to him once morning came because once the sobs had stopped, Lucifer was out cold. She struggled to unravel herself from him without waking him, but Vésper managed to get him laid down. She went to stand but a hand tighten around hers. Lucifer is still dead asleep, and even unconscious he didn’t let her go.

She smiled softly leaving her hand in his, pulling up a chair by the edge of the bed where she would remain until he woke up again. Sleeping half sitting and leaned over the mattress will have her body aching later but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. So she justified herself with the excuse that the King had requested that she stay.

A/N: ow this one took a really heavy toll on me :’) ngl i got a little emotional while writing it. funny how i spent a few days working on two smutty shots just to write this in a couple hours. i ended up finishing this one first so here it goes.

btw ! Vésper up to this point in time where this story takes place she had never seen Angelic blood nor did she know angels bled at all.

⤷ dividers : cafekitsune ✰

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uchihabbynic · 2 years

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Trafalgar Law x Fem! Reader - Domestic Life ♡

content: SFW, married life with Law and you’re expecting a baby! so, mentions of pregnancy obvi, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, very brief mentions of Corazon & Law’s backstory.

a/n: This is the most self-indulgent thing i’ve written in a super long time. So in love with him 🥺 this one’s for you my love! @jordyn-degas 💕

The delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms consumed your senses as you gently swayed in the wooden chair that sat on the front porch of you and your husband's shared home just outside of a quiet springtime island. Carefully cradling your baby bump - images of playtime, late night feedings and soft giggles filled your mind; soon overshadowing the memories of harsh seas and brutal battle wounds you were once accustomed to.

You were thankful that your husband Trafalgar had retired from pirating and had settled in nicely to domestic, married life with you. It was all still a bit strange when you thought about your ex-Warlord husband now becoming a family man when the two of you often lived every day with the thought it could very well be your last.

The idea of raising a baby shook Law to his core. It was never something in the cards for him as he was just thankful to have made it past his 13th birthday but seeing the way his usually stoic face cracked into a face-splitting grin the moment you told him the news, you were thrilled to embark on this next adventure with the love of your life.

“Fresh air treating you well, love?” Law questioned as he stepped outside onto the front porch next to you, the colorful wooden front door slamming behind him.

You smiled up at your husband whose heavily tattooed hand was now outstretched in front of you; steel gray irises peeking down at you from underneath the brim of his signature hat. You interlock your fingers with his and with a sigh, stand up with Law’s assistance; your other hand never leaving the prominent bump.

“Yes!” you said cheerily. “Thank you for buying us this house, Law. We really needed something of our own, now that the baby is almost here.”

Law cracked a small smile and gently placed a firm hand on his daughter. “You two deserve only the best; besides, The Polar Tang was no place to raise a child.” Law momentarily reminisced about the submarine that got him and his loyal crew through many battles.

While it wasn’t ideal to sell the Polar Tang, his crew understood wholeheartedly why he had to. However, this didn’t come without gut wrenching sobs from Bepo the day Law said goodbye to his trusty ship. Life was quickly changing and retiring meant letting go of the past to make way for this next phase.

The moment you tried to step foot off the porch and into the grassy field below, Law scooped you up in his arms bridal style and began down the path into the city. “Law, what do you think you’re doing?” annoyance written all over your face as you lay cradled in your husband's arms.

“Did you really think I was going to let you walk all the way to the shops on your own?” Law huffed, still holding you close to his chest. You involuntarily rolled your eyes in response at how overprotective your husband was being.

“I can walk just fine, thank you.” You sighed dramatically, now petitioning to be let down.

Law scowled, unamused that you wouldn’t let him carry you the entire way. Law was naturally protective in his nature, but ever since he found out that you were pregnant, the way he’d occasionally hover over you almost became insufferable. Perhaps, it was the doctor in him but you often had to remind your husband that you were capable of doing things on your own.

“Have it your way.” Trafalgar said with a shrug. He knew better than to argue with a heavily pregnant woman and decided not to protest against your wishes.

As you and Law made your way into town, hand in hand, you managed to find last minute baby essentials at a few small boutiques. Digging through the shopping bag with excitement evident in your eyes, you held up a cream colored dress with tiny hearts embroidered all over.

“What a steal! Cora is going to look so cute in this!” you gushed, holding the small article of clothing up to your husband's face. This was completely uncharted territory for Law and shopping was his least favorite activity but he knew how important this was to you and decided to entertain your excitement for new baby clothes.

“Absolutely, dear.” Law had such a soft spot for you that it was impossible for his heart not to swell seeing you prepare for the baby. He knew you’d be such a great mother, much like the one he’d lost many years ago and found himself trying to hide the blush on his cheeks and his embarrassingly cheesy grin in the collar of his jacket.

“Remember, Nico-ya asked that we be back at the house by 3pm, so we’ll need to wrap it up here soon.” Law reminded you as he was fully aware of the surprise baby shower the strawhats were planning for you in the backyard.

“Of course hun, let’s just stop at one more place?” You sported the best set of puppy dog eyes you could, knowing that Law wouldn’t be able to resist you. With a groan, he nodded his head and grabbed your hand, letting you lead the way to the final shop.

As you approached a small, locally owned boutique called The Pink Hippo, your eyes were immediately drawn to a fluffy white stuffed polar bear sitting in the window, one that looked similar to your real life friend, Bepo!

“Law, look!” you pointed eagerly at the stuffed animal. Law couldn’t help but chuckle, noticing the resemblance between the toy and his ex subordinate.

“Do you want to get this for the baby?” he asked, staring at you, only to be met with that beautiful glimmer in your eye he absolutely adored. With a nod, you pulled Law inside and grabbed the toy from the window and immediately went to stand in line. Today was a day where you splurged a little, not limiting yourself to how many Berries you and Law had originally budgeted out for.

15 minutes had passed and the line hadn’t moved an inch. A searing pain shot through your lower back causing you to hiss. Law snapped his head to look at you, startled by your outburst. Law placed a gentle hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles in an attempt to soothe your pain.

“Y/N-ya, do you need to sit down?!” Law said in a quiet whisper, sounding slightly panicked but quickly composed himself to ensure he could support you in the way you needed.

“Shit, yeah.” you groaned, now rubbing your own back. “I’m going to sit on that bench outside and wait. I’ve been standing for way too long.” Law was hesitant to let you leave his presence but he knew that letting you rest was what was best for you at that moment.

When you managed to waddle outside and plop down on the nearest bench, giving your back and ankles a rest - Law didn't hesitant to stick his head out far enough to check on you through the shop window as the line slowly began to shuffle forward. He’d worked hard to simply survive and overcome many trials just to get to where he was at today and he’d be damned if he let the best thing to ever happen to him slip through his fingers.

No sooner than you got settled, awaiting your husband’s return from the boutique, you heard shuffling in a nearby alleyway. Your head snapped over your shoulder to check if anyone was lurking nearby but nothing out of the ordinary caught your attention. With a shrug, you turned back around assuming that you’d clearly just been hearing things. Moments later, you felt a cool, metal blade pressed firmly against your neck from behind. You immediately cradled your stomach and went into “Mommy Defense Mode”. You did everything you could to stay calm and not agitate the assailant.

“Do what I say and no one has to get hurt.” The deep voice croaked out from behind sending chills down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut cursing yourself at your current state because any other time, you would have sprung into action and kicked ass, however; now that you were carrying precious cargo, you weren’t left with many options of defending yourself.

“Stand up, bitch!” The man boomed, still pressing the blade taut against the skin, now grabbing hold of your arm. “I know you had quite the bounty on yer’ head, so, I could sell a pretty thing like you.” The attacker snickered; evil dripping from his tongue.

Goosebumps pricked your skin and tears stung the corners of your eyes as you felt foreign hands all over your body, desperately trying to drag you away until a familiar voice instantly soothed your discomfort.

“ROOM!” With his fingers spread in front of him, a large blue sphere appeared, encapsulating you, Law and the attacker. Law’s heart felt like it’d burst seeing another pirate’s grimy hands all over you. He cursed himself for ever taking his eyes off of you.

“SHAMBLES!” With no time to think and a flick of the wrist, Law used his Ope Ope no Mi ability to swap the blade against your neck with a flimsy wooden stick. The attacker's eyes practically bulged from his head when he saw the way in which Law quickly disarmed him.

“Y-You’re … You’re …” The man stuttered, eyes full of fear, having immediately recognized the Trafalgar D. Water Law, notorious ex-pirate and Warlord. While he was no longer an active member of the pirate community, Law was iconic and had made a name for himself in the New World and all across the seas. Any low level pirate would be stupid to mess with what was his, especially if they didn’t possess even a fraction of the Haki that Law did.

“You scum!” Law screamed, gray eyes staring into the pirate’s own like daggers. “Attacking my pregnant wife?! How DARE you!” Law’s voice boomed throughout the city streets causing a vein to prominently bulge from his forehead.

The attacker scurried away with his tail between his legs, having quickly realized that he fucked with the wrong woman. Sweat beats raced down Law’s face as he ran to accompany you. His heart felt like it’d burst as he replayed the scene that just occurred in his head.

“Y/n-ya! Are you ok?! How’s the baby?!” Law frantically spewed question after question as he carefully examined you from head to toe. You buried your head into your husband’s chest, sniffling and trying to regain your composure. The amount of stress you experienced wasn't good for your little bundle of joy and so you knew that it was time to go home.

“I- I’m a little shaken up, but I’m fine.” you managed to squeak out. “Thank God you came when you did.” Law frowned, angry with himself that you ended up in danger the moment you were left to your own devices. Law kneeled down and wrapped his arms around your midsection, for once - not caring that you were in a public setting and placed a gentle kiss on your belly.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you two …” he said shakily, breathing still clearly accelerated. “I couldn’t live with myself had I not protected you.”

You could see the worry in Law’s glassy eyes as he finally peered up at you over your stomach - an emotion that rarely came through, which caused you to pull your husband to his feet. You reached up and carefully cupped his cheek, sideburn tickling your fingers and pulled his face down to yours.

“I love you. Thank you for always protecting us.” You whispered loud enough for only your husband to hear and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

In an ordinary scenario, Law wouldn’t allow such an intimate moment to transpire outside the confines of your shared home but given the fact that he almost lost you and his child in the blink of an eye, he let himself melt into the sweet kiss.

“Let’s get you home, y/n-ya.”

After a long shopping day in the city, you were grateful to be approaching your home that sat just over the hill. Laughter and music could be heard the closer you got to your home which caused you to turn to Law, with a confused expression on your face.

“Law, what’s going on?” you asked, now approaching your front door, zoning in on the melodic tunes of Brooks' violin and Luffy’s boisterous laughter from around back. “I’ve had enough surprises for one day…”

“The strawhats put together a little something for you … I just couldn’t oppose it.” Law explained. “Go change into something nice and meet us in the backyard.”

You shot Law an annoyed glare, taking offense that he’d asked you to change. “What’s wrong with what I have on?!” you yelped. The pregnancy hormones were fierce and let’s face it, it’d been hours since you’d eaten so you could feel yourself getting angrier by the moment.

“Nothing, dear.” Law calmly reassures you. “I just figured you’d want to be a bit dressier for photos.”

“Fine.” you huffed as you walked inside to change. Law walked around back to see what exactly the crew had put together. Luffy immediately spotted Law and jumped up from where was sitting.

“Tra-guy!! Congratulations!!” Luffy cheered, with both fists in the air. Law cringed and buried himself into the collar of his jacket at the way Luffy put all the attention on him.

“Can we at least wait for my wife to get out here?!” Law grumbled, knowing Luffy meant well but hated being the center of attention in a crowded space.

Looking around the crowd of his loud and lively guests, he just knew you’d appreciate being around your friends after the shockingly eventful day you’d just had.

You finally settled on wearing a beautiful pink floor length gown, with sleeves that expertly hung and clung off the shoulder gripping you in all the right spaces, highlighting the adorable bump you’d worn for the past 8 months. As you smoothed your dress, you took a deep breath and made your way to the back deck, unsure of what shenanigans you were walking into.

As you swung the door open you were greeted with an array of blush and ivory colored balloons, confetti, a “It’s A Girl” sign, a huge buffet of food and all the smiling faces of your fellow Strawhats and Heart Pirates.

“There she is!” Usopp happily spoke up and pointed in your direction as everyone’s heads turned, taking notice of the sparkly white grin plastered on your face. The space was filled with so much love and adoration, your heart felt as though it’d explode.

“Y/N-swannnn! You look absolutely radiant, darling!” Sanji cooed with heart eyes as he outstretched his hand towards you and held a plate of hor d'oeuvres in the other. Law grumbled and pushed Sanji’s arm out of the way, taking your hand instead and carefully helped you down the stairs.

Robin and Nami both gathered, ‘oohing’ and 'aahing’ over how pretty you looked in your dress. “You look absolutely beautiful, dear.” Robin gushed as you followed the girls to a nearby table.

“We have tons of food, y/n! Come get it before I eat it all!” Luffy cackled obnoxiously as he continued to shove his face with a stick of meat.

“-And booze!” Zoro piped up, as he slurped from the giant barrel of sake that he brought from his personal stash. Nami rolled her eyes in response, “She can’t drink that, idiot!” she said, sounding exasperated dealing with the boys all afternoon.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the way your crew mates all gathered together to celebrate the life of your new baby. As exhausted as you were, you felt you owed it to your friends to hang around a bit and enjoy the celebration they worked hard to put together.

“Let’s start with opening gifts everyone!” Chopper yelled, jumping up and down ensuring that he gained attention from all the guests.

“Here, Y/N, open mine first.” Chopper said sweetly, handing you a perfectly wrapped gift box.

As you and Law took your respective seats in the “Mr and Mrs” chairs, the gifts began piling in at your feet. As you tore into the gift box, your face lit up to see that Chopper had gifted the baby a small pink hat adorned in an “X” and small brown antlers.

“Chopper, this is adorable!” you beamed, as the small reindeer climbed upon your lap. Chopper’s cheeks turned bright red at the compliment. “You really love it? I had it specially made!” Your heart was so full seeing how enthusiastic he was about his present.

“Of course! The baby is going to love it! Thank you!” You gave chopper a small pat on the head to which he did a small happy dance where he sat.

“Your compliment doesn’t make me happy at all!” The embarrassed reindeer quipped back causing you to chuckle softly before jumping off of your lap.

“Yohohohooo!” Brook hurried over with a small box in hand and gently placed it on your lap. “You’re going to love what I got the baby, y/n!” The skeleton said, absolutely. This time, you handed the gift to Law allowing him to open some gifts.

“Here, how about you open this one, love?”

“I suppose I will.” Law replied as he peered down at the small box now in his hands, meticulously unfolding each corner of the wrapping paper. Luffy snorted and scooted closer, now becoming impatient.

“Oi! Tra-guy! What’s the hold up?! Let’s see the gift already!” Luffy piped up, sticking his nose right next to Law’s face and outstretching his arm in an attempt to snatch the present. Law grit his teeth and snarled; you could practically see the smoke billowing from his ears.

“Idiot! Knock it off!” Law grabbed the gift once more, prying it from Luffy’s fingers. Nami eventually stepped up in the midst of the commotion holding her head.

“Both of you stop it! You’re ruining this moment for y/n!” Nami yelled at the two boys who clearly shared half a brain cell, desperate to get the focus back on the gift reveal. Nami’s voice echoed, causing Zoro to abruptly wake from his nap, where he was peacefully resting under a cherry blossom tree, with all 3 swords posted up next to him.

“Can’t a guy squeeze in a nap around here?!.” Zoro grumbled under his breath as he settled himself back down under the fragrant tree that bloomed all year round. Nami and Law shot him a death glare, wondering why Zoro even bothered showing up to begin with.

As Law finally opened Brook’s gift, a chorus of praises rang out as a tiny music box was pulled from the carefully wrapped box. You and Law had said your thank you’s as the gifts kept pouring in from all sides. The baby shower really ended in a success as you were truly spoiled - the food, the games, the good company; It all made you take a moment to look around and see how much love your precious daughter was being born into. The crew that you’d fought endless battles and gone on mind blowing adventures with had shown up for you once again when you needed them the most and for that, you were forever grateful.

2 months later -

Quiet whimpers turned to an ear-splitting shrill cry as baby Cora had awoken from her sleep. Now only being a month old, you were trying to adjust to life of new parenthood and boy, was this a challenge. However, the last 30 days had been filled with a newfound tenderness and warmth as Law delivered your healthy baby girl in the comfort of your home.

You peeled your heavy, tired eyes open, rapidly blinking to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom but before you could lift your head off the pillow, Law had already sat up in bed next to you, ready to attend to his daughter.

“Go back to sleep love, I’ll grab her.” Law whispered, the tiredness in his own eyes more evident than ever before. Having dealt with insomnia his entire life, being awake at all hours of the night was certainly not uncharted territory.

You mumbled something about the breast milk being prepped in the fridge as your head hit the pillow once more and that was all he needed to hear before Law carefully scooped up the little girl and cradled her, carrying her to the kitchen.

As Law prepared the milk for his daughter, he couldn’t help but stare at her in awe, heavy emotions consuming every fiber of his being. Looking down at the beautiful baby girl who wore a pile of messy black hair and eyes to match her mothers, he felt his heart skip a beat.

How could he make something so tiny and precious? Him. The Surgeon of Death. It all felt so surreal as he swayed the infant ever so slightly, attempting to soothe her cries.

Images of Corazon flashed in his mind, causing a tear of his own to form. The man who raised him, gave his life so that he could live was his constant motivation for being the best father he could be. In moments where he doubted himself and his ability to be nurturing in the way babies needed, Cora-san was always the angel on his shoulder cheering him on, giving him silent encouragement to keep going and he knew that if he could see him now - having made it to 30, married and thriving as a father, that he would be so proud.

A single tear dropped as Law stared down at his daughter who was now happily suckling milk with her eyes gently closed and a tiny hand wrapped around his tattooed finger. Tender moments like these are one’s he cherished and wished would never end.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, little one.” Law’s silky voice cracked, finding himself choked up and in admiration of his creation, he planted a single feather like kiss on the infant's forehead, enjoying every bit of this newfound domestic life ♡

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#trafalgar law #trafalgar law fluff #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law sfw #law one piece #one piece one shot #one piece fluff #domestic life #strawhats #corazon

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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Can you do a Buddy Daddies imagine where Rei has to act like a couple with his crush for a job?

Rei Suwa + Reader - Fake Date

“Your table is right this way. Please follow me.”

“Thank you so much.” Though you beam a smile at the waiter, you also have to practically drag Rei by the arm to get him to follow. Luckily, they were already linked in this ‘lovey dovey couple’ act you had going on.

The job this week was to get information on a corporate billionaire, out to dinner with his mistress. Not an interesting or newsworthy element of the job, as everyone knew he cheated on his wife, but who else he was having dinner with was. 2 chiefs of staff, a liaison diplomat, and the rat that put this all together, each with their on rent-to-own bimbo for the evening; financed by their gracious host in a blatant display of corporate malfeasance.

You had been hired to collect intel on the event and report back to the client. A competitor, or the actual government, you weren’t sure. So long as they paid you didn’t ask questions.

The problem was that this restaurant was too posh and expensive to go to alone without being conspicuous. So you have reached out to Rei and Kazuki for help. Kazuki had been happy to assist, even getting out his trusty spy gear for the cause. But at the last minute he got a nasty cold. Making it impossible to go on the mission as, aside from his raging fever, his coughing would blow your cover immediately.

So Rei, reluctantly, stepped in.

“Can you try not to act like this is the end of the world?” You asked through a gritted smile once the waiter left. “You’re out to dinner with a beautiful woman at a 5-star restaurant. There are worse ways to spend an evening.”

“I’d rather be playing video games.”

You sigh, and put your chin in your hand. Pretending to look dreamily at Rei, while your ring camera was pointed at the target table a few rows over. “I’m sorry I had to drag you out tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”

“The mission is important.” He said. Finally sitting up straight.

The waiter came over with your menus, and you had to pull your camera away from the targets. “Let’s just get drinks and dessert. If we drag it out then it won’t raise alarm, and we can get you home in time for late night streaming.”

“Are you gonna play?”

You look up over your menu at Rei, who was looking up over his menu at you as well, and smirk. “Of course.” You could see him smile, just a hair, behind the ornate leather before he ducked his head back down.

Ordering champagne and oysters, neither of which Rei touched, you continued to monitor the targets casually. “How much intel do you have to get?”

“I don’t know.” He was clearly getting antsy sitting here doing nothing. Rei was a do’er. A triggerman. The nuances of espionage, let alone corporate espionage, were not his forte. “I’ll know it when I see it.” You sip your champagne and pick at the ice on the oyster tray a little more.

Suddenly, one suit leaned into another, and then the second leaned into the big boss and passed him an envelope. “Seen it.” You make sure to take some extra still pictures with the camera hidden in your clutch of the deal for security, then put it away as you turn to Rei with a smile. “Ok. We can go now.”

“Finally.”

Rei called the waiter over and paid for the check before coming over to the other side of the table to help you from your seat. Like a gentleman.

“I’ll pay you back for the meal.” You told him, once you were out of the restaurant and far enough away from any potential eavesdroppers. Certain you weren’t followed. “With these babies I’ll be able to pay you back ten-fold.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You look over at Rei, his shoulder slumped again and hands in his pockets. “Aww…that’s sweet. And here I thought this was just a pretend date.”

“It’s not like I need the money.”

You chuckle at little as you continue to walk. Silent, save for the sound of the cars driving by now & then. “Are you coming over?”

“I thought you wanted me on the stream. I can’t really do that if we’re on the same consol.”

“We can do teams battle instead.”

You grin at Rei and step closer to link your arms again, like you did in the restaurant. “Sounds like my kind of date.”

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#rei suwa x reader #rei suwa #buddy daddies imagine #buddy daddies scenarios #buddy daddies #kazuki kurusu #buddy daddies x reader #female reader #rei x reader

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gnpwdrnwhiskey · 10 months

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Conversations with a Movie Star

Chapter 2- Free WiFi

Pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava

Word Count- 2.1K-ish

Warnings- none really that I'm aware of? some foul language, some awkward conversation....mostly this chapter is just fluff & filler 🤷🏻‍♀️

Author's Note- big thanks to @wildemaven for putting up with me sending her chunks of this and asking if it's okay, lol, and to @trulybetty for all the baby hippos 🦛

Movement on the security monitor for the outer office catches Dieter's eye and he peels himself off the couch to get a closer look, mentally preparing himself to deal with a current guest or a new one.

What he's not prepared for is that cute reporter woman- Ava, he knows her name is Ava- to be behind the reservation desk apparently rifling through all the motel's paperwork.

It's not the first time she's been by the office, ringing the bell for assistance and then impatiently waiting for a few minutes before huffing off. If she'd ever noticed the camera in the corner, Dieter wouldn't have been at all surprised if she'd flipped it off before she left.

And Dieter's been hiding. Avoiding her. But this, this invasion of his privacy, is the last straw and he's about to fling open the inner office door and march out there and give her a piece of his mind when he realizes he's wearing the exact same thing he was wearing the last time he saw her and he refuses to let her think she's right about him- he has taken a shower in the last two days, thank you very much.

He shrugs off his robe and leaves it where it falls, grabbing a tee off the back of the couch and giving it a quick sniff before pulling it over his head and then searching for a pair of pants. All he finds are striped pajama bottoms but whatever, it's still a different outfit. And a mostly clean one at that.

He gives his hair a quick tousle - chicks seem to love that messy look- and there's not much he can do about his blood shot eyes on such short notice, but that's what his trusty Ray-Bans are for.

He takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, gets his game face on and then he flings open the door.

Dieter's amused when Ava jumps at the sound of the door flying open and he can feel a smirk starting to inch itself across his face, one that quickly changes to a look of annoyance when she spins to face him and doesn't even have the decency to look guilty about being caught.

"Finally!" Ava exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air before letting them fall back down to her sides. "Have you just been hiding back there every time I've stopped by? You have, haven't you? Whatever, you're here now. Can you help me?"

"With your snooping?" Dieter snorts. "Not likely. What are you hoping to find? Tax records? STD test results? Love letters? Compromising photos?"

Now she just looks confused, head tilted and hands on her hips and Dieter's even more annoyed because here she is, busted rifling through his personal property and she really shouldn't look so fucking adorable. Looking at her big wide eyes makes him feel like he should apologize and he's not even the one in the wrong.

"Okay one, I'm not snooping. And two, I really wouldn't expect you to keep anything that sensitive somewhere so easily accessible to the public? And as glad as I am to know you get tested regularly, I'm really just trying--"

"To find what? What do you think you can sell to the highest bidder and make a quick buck or two off of? I swear all you people are the fucking same, just because some one is a goddamn celebrity doesn't mean they're not entitled to their fucking privacy and you just come in here--"

"Hey! Dumb Bunny!!" Ava yells, cutting off his tirade just when he was really getting warmed up to the subject. "I'm just looking for the password for the WiFi! It's not in my room anywhere and I need to do some work. Also, I'm not a gossip columnist. If I was gonna tell your secret, TMZ would've been here already."

"Oh. trashpanda75." Dieter answers automatically. That was not at all what he was expecting. "All one word, lowercase letters."

"Thank you," Ava nods. "It's been fun but let's not do this again, okay? And maybe consider hiring some front desk help, you could avoid future mishaps like this one where you falsely accuse your guests of spying on you."

She leaves the office with a wave and Dieter scrambles to follow her.

"Wait, Ava, wait- Dumb Bunny? What the fuck?"

"I gotta call you something," she shrugs. "And apparently we're pretending you aren't who you are so your name isn't an option. Same initials. I'll call you DB for short."

Well. He's been called worse things.

"Sorry about earlier. The WiFi works best from the office. Come by anytime. I have beer & I'll order pizza? -DB"

Ava pulls the note off the door and taps it against her lips as she lets herself into her room and ponders this turn of events. She wasn't expecting an apology. She was snooping a bit, not that she found anything interesting and she did feel a little guilty about lying to him, but is it really a lie if she's not planning on calling TMZ? The plan is to be long gone before she ever even publishes the first word about him.

The reporter in her is screaming for her to take any opportunity to find out more about him and how he ended up here, but the woman- the girl, really- who used to have a crush on him is a little more hesitant. Never meet your heroes and all that. And she's already met him. And she's not sure how she feels about it.

She digs her phone out of her back pocket and flops down on the bed, pulling up her brother's number. She needs the other half of her brain to figure this out.

"What now, Ava?" Drew says instead of hello and Ava smiles, her brother is a gem for putting up with her and she loves him so much for it.

"I've been invited to go hang out with the super famous, and still ridiculously cute, boy I had a crush on in highschool. Should I go?"

"We both already know you're going, so what do you want from me?"

"Do I look okay?" Ava holds her phone up and angled down so her brother can get a look at her outfit and Drew rolls his eyes.

"That's not much of an outfit. Do those shorts even cover your ass?"

"Mostly? Just stop being such a dad and tell me if I'm cute?"

"Why don't you have any female friends? Then you could bother them with this type of shit?"

"Because I was born with a built-in bestie. Not my fault you're a dumb boy. But back to me...."

"Ava, do you even know what you're doing here? Please do not sleep with a washed up movie star for the sake of a story."

"I didn't say I was going to sleep with him. I said I'm going to hang out. Apparently there will be pizza and beer."

"Then why does it matter if you're cute?"

"Ugh. You're right. I need a female. Where's Emma?"

"Soccer practice with the twins, then she has to pick up Harry at ballet."

"Then you'll have to do."

"Fine," Drew sighs. "Change the shorts, leave something to the imagination. And for God's sake, put on a bra!"

"I will do one of those things," Ava laughs. "Thanks bro, you're the best!! Smooches to everyone!"

Ava takes in the scene in front of her and holds in a laugh. Dieter Bravo. With a vacuum cleaner. Haphazard tracks in the carpet show he's missed just about as much of the room as he's cleaned but it's cute that he's making an effort. He's changed since she saw him this morning too. Just shorts and a worn faded tee but it's the first time she's seen him in something fit for the public.

She slips her phone from her pocket and snaps a quick picture and the movement must catch his eye because he cuts the machine off and grins at her.

"You know that's not actually a stain remover, right?" Ava asks, pointing from the vacuum to the spot on the carpet he'd been going over repeatedly when she'd arrived. "You need a shampooer. Completely different. There's probably one around here somewhere though."

"Yeah, probably. Maintenance room. I wouldn't know how to use it. Which is weird because I used to help out around here when I was a kid, you know? Earn my allowance or whatever," Dieter babbles. Is he really talking about vacuums and allowance? What the hell is wrong with him?

"Wait, you're like actually from here? Somehow that tidbit never made it in TeenBeat," Ava smiles. "We vacationed here a lot when we were younger. I used to think it would be so cool to live at the beach year round. Did you like it?"

"The beach? Yeah, mostly. The motel? Not particularly. But my grandparents owned it so I uh, I spent a lot of time here growing up," Dieter shrugs as he starts winding up the cord to the vacuum. No way is he getting into his whole shitty childhood story with her. "You said you have some work to do?"

Ava blinks at the abrupt subject change and takes a step back from the doorway to the inner office. Maybe she misread the whole situation? Hell, maybe his dumb ass left the note on the wrong damn door and she shouldn't even be here.

"Oh. Yeah. Job hunting really. But it kinda seems like I'm bothering you? So I can just sit out here?" Ava gestures behind herself to the reservation desk. "Give me like half an hour and I'll get out of your hair."

"I know you really don't have the room for like a business center or anything, but if you got the continental breakfast going again," Ava continues talking even as she turns away from the office and drops her messenger bag on the reservation desk. "Put in some two top tables, it would give people the option to get some work done. Or not. I mean, probably not the clientele you're catering to. What do I know?"

"You're not bothering me and what do you mean get the continental breakfast going again? That's still a thing, right? I mean, that was a thing Anika did. I think?"

"Anika? That was the blonde?"

"Yeah," Dieter nods. "She was doing all the day-to-day stuff. Or all the stuff really, I was just, you know, signing the checks."

"Well, I hate to tell you this, but there's like four rotten bananas and half a blueberry muffin over there, no one's eating that shit."

"I have no idea what I'm doing," Dieter mutters, dragging a chair out of the back office and sitting down next to her at the desk.

"I've noticed. I can help. While I'm here. If you want," Ava shrugs. "I've never worked at a motel, but I've stayed at plenty."

"What's in it for you?"

"You comp the rest of my stay?" Ava grins. "And I think you mentioned pizza? That's a good start."

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 2.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Longing looks, unspoken stolen glances, daydreams and overreactions, an unspecified age difference, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Author‘s note: remember all those years ago I said I’d write a Baekhyun x Noona fic? This is that fic.

Inspired by the Ray LaMontagne song Can I Stay

Tag List: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Can I Stay? Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The important parts of the meeting were a blur.

The very important, critically vital, future deciding parts of that meeting, yeah, that meeting filled to the absolute brim with the most VIP of VIPs was all kind of a blur.

You probably did fine. You’d done enough of these by now that you knew you could trust your mind to perform expertly on autopilot.

Metrics to report? You had them.

Deliverables? In spades.

Facts to show where your team outshone the others? Child’s play.

Story after story of your team’s very clear successes with you, their trusty captain at the helm? You had too many to recount, even when you picked just the best scenarios it still felt like bragging.

But that was the point of these things. Showing off for the people who mattered; the senior directors, the production team leaders, the deep pockets, the huge investments, and the big opinions who’s fortunes grew fat and heavy off the backs of the labor of thousands. The decision makers, the cord cutters, and the trigger pullers were all present today.

Meetings like this didn’t happen often but when they did they always mattered.

As you went through your slides and your carefully planned speech you kept your eyes steadily ahead of you at a level just above all of their heads. You’d occasionally allow your gaze to touch upon a few select sets of eyes such as the Company’s Vice President’s no nonsense eyes that watched the presentations with expert level eagle eyes ready to pop off a difficult question at a moment's notice for some of the less prepared members of this upper management team. You’d had none from her. Only a rare tick of her head with an impressed eyebrow lift and an even rarer concealed smile toward you as you were speaking. Many of the others eyes that watched you had far too much pressure when you allowed yourself to lock on, so you mostly looked at the foreheads and you kept your wits about you.

You only very briefly held President Byun’s eyes — the President of this company who had famously worked his way up from the bottom, or so his Wikipedia page said.

The President’s eyes bore a striking familiarity in their shape and in their color to his son’s. A superficial familiarity, because something deeper was very different from the set of eyes that carelessly burned a hole right into the very center of your chest almost an hour ago out there in that secluded hallway.

You could physically feel that same careless set of eyes on you now. A tingling sensation came from the left section of the room where the assistants to the management team stood by armed to the teeth with items ranging from a fresh set of batteries for a wonky laser pointer, a spare laptop for a machine on the fritz, to a box of every single cable and adapter and connector known to all of current and past technology on the off chance that some important person with enough zeros in their bank account might wish to connect a 1991 LaserDisc player to the several thousand dollar HD projector system installed in this meeting hall.

You were winding down now, finishing off with a well received joke that brought out an audible chuckle from the room and you could feel the pressure lessen as you easily answered the few questions that were posed.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes began to drift to the left side of the room. As if you had been called by him, your gaze moved so damned easily. It was probably because your speech was all done and you’d reached the end of the slide. You’d never quite mastered exiting one of these things with poise and ease and when your eyes drifted over they naturally settled right onto Baekhyun’s face.

The feelings that coursed through you were conflicted. Comfort and concern. Sanctuary and danger. You wanted to look at him. He felt like a friend and a comrade in here amongst so many others that expected and demanded so much from you. He was safe. He had been safe. He’d helped you prepare for the weeks leading up to this and you knew he was on your side. And you’d been holding it in so well. No one suspected a thing, you were sure of it. You’d been on top of the pesky crush you’d been hiding ever since you met him. And it had been just that. Just a silly passing crush.

You had fully planned on saying goodbye to him in three weeks time and moving on with your life with yet another unrequited love under your belt and a few unrealized fantasies in your head to hold you over until you found enough hours in the day to actually start dating someone. Someone closer to your level. A similar enough age not to raise any eyebrows at work, and a similar family background. Just someone normal and definitely not someone from a family like Byun Baekhyun’s. While the age gap between you and Baekhyun wasn’t completely unheard of, the gap in social status was pretty vast. Sure you’d reached a level of professional success through sacrifice and hard work but every single hard earned dollar you’d made was the result of your own efforts.

How would you even begin to compare to this man? Baekhyun and you came from entirely different worlds.

How much trouble would you be in if all these leaders found out you were falling in love with their very own untouchable Prince? How much of him were you actually allowed and how far would your fall from grace be if you took too much?

Baekhyun’s smile was wide and genuine and his eyes shaped into little half circles. His hands were moving with the silent secret applause he gave you with just the tips of his fingers before shooting two quick thumbs up in your direction. You held your breath as you looked at him. You found it difficult to do both of those things simultaneously it seemed.

‘You’re so cool!’ He mouthed and you pulled your lips in between your teeth to keep your face impassive. It was self preservation. You knew you should not have looked for him at all.

The room was in motion again as the next team manager took to the center of the room. You took your seat for the rest of the meeting and steadied your gaze to the front of the room. You would not, absolutely would not waver.

But your memory, like your eyes earlier, drifted in his direction. You stared straight ahead ignoring the strong pins and needles feeling over your skin that came from the assistants section and your mind replayed the feeling of his long thin fingertips slipping along the surface of your face. His fingertips that touched along your jaw at first then moved higher. So light it felt like silk over a porcelain vase until those fingers threaded into your hair behind your ear, his pinky at the nape of your neck, his thumb pressing over your earlobe and the soft warmth of his palm along your jaw, guiding your face to him; urging you into his lips.

His lips and the yielding uncertainty in them.

His lips and the warmth of the exhale from his nose.

His lips, begging and your own, too scared to reply.

The speaker at the front of the room had said something funny. An audible chuckle sounded out around you and you dropped your hand from your face quickly and your index finger released its touch on your bottom lip and you looked around, chastising yourself for letting your mind wander in this way. The slight panic that you’d missed something important pulled at your nerves and your eyes, out of habit, sought out the familiar.

You found him so easily. He stood out like a sparkling Diamond in a room of rocks. The giggle in the room was winding down but those brown eyes were already locked into yours the second yours found his. Baekhyun’s expression was flat and serious and it was obvious that he, like you, wasn’t laughing. Perhaps he had missed the joke as well. Baekhyun was quiet and he was motionless, sitting amongst a group of assistants who could never really be his peers, they all giggled and whispered among themselves all worked up from the end of this tortuous meeting or from the entertaining speech they’d all been witness to, you couldn’t be certain.

You caught onto his eyes from across the meeting room. There was a moment of almost peace, when you looked at his serious face and he stared at you in silence, clearly lost inside his own thoughts.

The moment did not last long because his eyes seemed to widen and a bubble had popped, awakening him or alerting him, his posture changed and he pulled back instantly, averting his gaze with a recoil of his features he lifted a hand to rub over his face; he looked away from you. You wondered what had him so engrossed. What had been interrupted inside of his mind just now.

Had your own self resolve been weaker, the curiosity might just eat you alive from the inside out like acid.

Bodies were moving around the room. Your name was called by many a friendly smiling face pulling someone you simply just had to meet. Your introductions were filled with flattery on the excellent work you always produced. You were humble and you were grateful.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught the bounce of a blonde head of hair in the crowd as the small groups mingled about.

“My son has been making his way through the company learning the ropes from the very best we have in each department!” A deep voice boomed and your ears caught a few friendly chuckles as responses as one important man showed off to a group of other important men.

“When are you moving onto the next team?”

“I want to stay where I am for longer. I still have a lot to learn from my manager.” You were close enough to make out Baekhyun’s voice through the murmur of the crowds around you.

“Nonsense,” the old man began and to your surprise, Baekhyun’s voice firmly interrupted.

“No, not nonsense, Dad. I’m staying on this team for two more projects, at least. Maybe more. I haven’t even been involved in the beginning and end of anything yet because My Daddy keeps moving me around like a chess piece just to one-up his friends.” Baekhyun’s voice was quiet enough for the others in this room not to hear him, but you’d grown so accustomed to his particular way of speaking that you could just make out every word he spoke to his father, despite how under his breath he tried to keep it.

“How am I supposed to show my face around these people if you keep pulling me out before anything gets finished? How do you think that makes me look? Do you think that earns me any of their respect?”

Your curiosity betrayed you when you turned your head around just enough to catch the determined look on Baekhyun’s face. You felt a strange mixture of shock and pride watching him respond with such purpose and confidence to his father’s whims that you felt your jaw drop open just a little just from the surprise of witnessing this. You were so caught up in what he was saying and how he was saying it that the small tick of his eyes in your direction caught you off guard and made you flinch. How long had he known you were here? He certainly didn't let your eavesdropping stop him from making his point. His eyes touched yours only for a moment before he inhaled a steadying breath, lifted his chin and spoke his final piece.

“Respectfully, If you want to be able to trust me with your company in the future you need to start trusting my judgment about my life right now, Sir.”

The old man didn't speak right away but Baekhyun’s eyes didn't stay on his father’s face. Those flighty eyes of his gave you away instantly. President Byun turned his head, following his son’s eyes to find you standing close by; not close enough for it to be obvious that you had heard the entire exchange, but your proximity to and your current work with Baekhyun certainly made you feel guilty for lurking around the two family members having a private conversation.

The president didn’t betray any conceivable suspicions he may or may not have had of you, but you did find yourself pulled forward out of your duty to the company and pure politeness.

You greeted them both with a smile and respectful head nod and even reached out to shake President Byun’s hand as he addressed you by name and complimented your presentation. It was a conversation that had been repeated all afternoon and you responded in kind, giving humble appreciation for your excellent team and their efforts.

You’d expected the pleasantries to be the end of it, but the President kept speaking with a wry smile and a genuine twinkle in his eyes this time.

“So you are the reason why my son suddenly has the guts to stand up to me for the first time in his life,” he remarked matter of factly and you heard the deep chest filling breath Baekhyun slowly inhaled beside you. He then cleared his throat out loud and crossed his arms over his chest. The gesture had no effect on the old man who was clearly not new to embarrassing his children.

“Baekhyun has been an incredible addition to my team. I haven’t known him for very long but what I knew right away was that your son has an incredible sense of conviction and determination — he must take after you in that regard.”

This brought a grin to the President’s face and he reached out a heavy hand to lay over his son’s shoulders. Baekhyun’s face held a barely concealed wince and he rocked back and forth on stiff legs. He really should have tried harder to control his face. You’d had the same forced smile on your lips for a solid hour and a half now and your cheeks were starting to go numb from the efforts. For a man who smiled as easily as Baekhyun did, he really didn’t seem to be able to turn it on at a moment’s notice when he didn't genuinely mean it.

“I’ll tell you what,” President Byun turned to speak to you, “You turn him into you and I’ll promote you to Director.”

You pushed the final laugh out of your chest at the ridiculous promise and you said your farewells. You really needed this meeting to be over so you could get out of these heels and into the quiet sanctity of your office. You had several tasks left for the day and not enough hours left in the work day to get them done.

You gathered your things and you gathered your own important person and you left. While, no, you didn’t physically drag Baekhyun out of there, he followed on his own without so much as a word or even a glance from you. Your silent egress down the hallway toward the elevator was echoed by the familiar comfort of his quiet trailing footsteps. When you paused inside the elevator with a light hand to keep the doors open, he kept his eyes down at his feet and stepped inside.

The elevator doors closed and you stared ahead of yourself at the blank silver elevator side panel and he stared ahead at the numbers panel and you instantly missed the excitable chatty assistant you had before today.

This Baekhyun was too quiet and too serious. This Baekhyun was holding his breath beside you and you knew it because when you stole a glance at his face his cheeks were pink and his eyes and mouth were all closed up tight, ready to pop.

It seemed a nerve was being worked up.

It seemed maybe something was incoming and your hackles began to raise. This was the last thing you wanted to happen inside this enclosed space with no escape.

Perhaps it would be an apology for the stolen kiss in your sanctuary. An apology for taking that particular funny joke too far just for the sake of laughing at you.

You weren’t always like this; cynical and mistrusting. Sometimes you let the delusions play out. A microscopic voice inside whispered a hopeful and naive, ‘perhaps it would be a confession.’ You bit down a little on the side of your tongue to keep from making a sound. Someone like him? Surely he had his pick of women. He was so handsome, young, smart, capable, and he came from money. The kind of money that controlled the world.

You were a few of those things, you had your own money, not the world controlling kind but you could take a nice vacation anywhere in the world and even travel first class without batting an eye, and you even had your fair share of suitors. Hell, just this morning the creepy married father of two in your building ogled you in the elevator — gave you the old up and down and a suggestive wink.

And when you got off the bus at work this morning the homeless man across the street who usually shouted nice ass, changed it up and shouted nice tits at you and he was right. Your tits did look nice today. And perhaps the most eligible, most exciting of your suitors, the handsome new barista behind the counter at Starbucks who for three days in a row, had drawn a small sharpie heart after your name on your coffee cup. That could be flirting, right? The tiny little black thing perfectly drawn, as if he’d taken his time with it like he might, with you.

There was a change in Baekhyun’s face. You saw his lips purse outward and he slowly began to exhale the breath he had been holding. His cheeks were still pink but his eyes were open and he cleared his throat and angled his torso toward you a tiny bit.

It was happening, he was ready to apologize for playing silly tricks on you.

He was ready to pull apart that hole inside of your chest with his slippery fingertips and let out the last scattered fragments of your self esteem.

“Miss Manager,” he addressed you, alone in this quiet elevator without anyone else around to care, without his usual nickname for you. His voice held a seriousness that you’d never heard from him before. It made the air inside of this elevator feel stale and stuffy and you looked away from his grave face and his trembling lips.

The first words out of his mouth burned as they hit.

He didn’t call you Noona. He always called you Noona. From the very beginning there was affection and endearment in that word he used to address you by and you had been annoyed by his audacity and the unearned familiarity of that word at first, but the absence of it in this very moment paired with that look on his face and his flat out refusal to meet your eyes had your mind reeling and your skin crawling from the emptiness of it all.

Three more weeks. You had three more weeks, or less if his father decided to pull him sooner.

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it would hurt less to sever the ties of familiarity now and go back to a strictly professional relationship with your temporary assistant Byun Baekhyun.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened and you inhaled a swift breath to speak.

“If you are going to apologize to me, there is no need. Let’s both just pretend it never happened.” You struck hard and you struck fast and you watched his face just long enough for the realization to hit him. You watched his face just long enough to see the quick blinking in his eyes and the way his jaw muscles clenched down hard.

It was better this way. He wouldn’t get attached to the Noona who didn’t deserve his sweet nicknames and you wouldn’t have to survive being left again. Not that your last several romantic relationships were anything to compare to this functional strictly work relationship but there was a sort of sick satisfaction in you finally being the one to say it first.

‘This is over.’

‘We should end this.’

‘I’m in love with someone else.’

‘She’s pregnant, I’m sorry.’

He was stuck in the elevator again.

“Assistant Byun, are you coming?” You couldn’t help yourself with the overly formal title. Afterall, he started it with that Miss Manager shit inside the elevator and you could feel your emotions getting the better of you as he stood there silently watching you without moving his feet.

You had tasks to finish for the day. You both had so much work to get done.

He wasn’t moving.

“Are you mad at me?” His question was as small as it was childish. This was a professional workplace. Your jaw dropped and your head tilted and you just looked into his eyes for a second. Was this man really asking you this just outside of your office where your entire team worked?

Yes. Yes maybe you were mad at him, but you’d be damned if he knew about it. You closed your eyes and inhaled slowly.

“No,�� you lied and he watched your face too closely so you spun around on your heels and walked swiftly back to your office, taking quick steps through the rows of cubicles filled with your team members to reach your office door and you pulled it open, half wondering if he was still stuck back in that stupid elevator. Maybe you could send him a chair and a desk so he could get some work done in there.

Inside of your office was quiet. You had your plants in the corner beside the window that offered a nice view of the city and your desk was covered with stacks of files that needed your attention. You kicked off your shoes and tossed them away. Your blinds were open to the rest of the team’s area and a few minutes after you entered and heard the single click of the door behind closing you telling you that you were completely alone at last.

Then another sound happened.

The door opening again, the door closing again, the sound of a human body inside of this closed office with you. A body who had sprinted across the crowded office full of your entire team, no doubt calling insane amounts of attention to himself in the process and you heard the telltale sounds of that human body behind you, somewhere lower now toward the floor.

To your horror, you spun around quickly to find Baekhyun down on his knees with his head hung low and a look of severe penance on his pretty face. The blinds of your office were open and several curious faces peered around their computer screens, trying to get eyes on whatever was going on in the bosses office right now.

You rushed to the blinds, pulling them closed as quickly as you could, which you realize only makes things look that much worse and would only make those peering faces that much more invested in the drama.

“Baekhyun, get up. People are watching.”

You had to step around him to reach the next window. He was very much in the way.

“Not until you forgive me, Miss Manager.”

There it was again. You angrily yanked the last of the blinds closed and stood in place with a hand on your chest as you willed your emotions to calm down. This was work. It was ridiculous of you to be so upset at his title for you. Hadn’t you been the one insisting a month ago that he call you that?

Behind you, he was still down on the floor and you felt a tiny poke that stung on the back of your heel.

“You have a blister,” his voice whispered quietly before the sounds of his movement signaled that he was moving around the room.

Two hands landed on your shoulders and gave a gentle push. Your legs resisted at first but the push became less gentle and you risked either falling flat on your face or giving in to his pushing.

“Assistant Byun, I assure you, I am more than capable of handling my own blister.”

“Evidently not, Miss Manager, it is already popped and bleeding.”

The pushing turned to steering and his response to you was downright snarky sounding. You found yourself shoved into a side chair in the middle of your office and you landed with a huff, immediately crossing your arms over your chest and offering as hard a glare your eyes could manage.

You glared at the man who was crouched down on the floor in front of your feet and his eyes glared back at you with a matching intensity that took you off guard. Why was he mad? Was he mad just because you were mad? Without his own reason to be mad? How dare he?

He was gripping your foot. You gave the smallest tug, resisting this but his hand wrapped around tighter as he ticked his tongue in annoyance.

“Be still,” he scolded without earning any sort of authority at all. He was leafing through a first aid kit that you had no memory of ever seeing before in your office.

“I told you I could do it myself.” When you snapped back at him, his eyes shot up at you.

“Miss—” as soon as the first word of that stupid formal title left his lips you rolled your eyes hard. You had absolutely no control over it. It just pissed you off to hear coming from his lips. “-Manager,” he finished but his eyes widened marginally at your obvious reaction.

“Miss Manager?” He said again, softer this time with a question in his tone. You set your jaw, tightened your arms over your chest and looked across your office.

“Noona,” he called and your jaw unclenched as you bit down on your upper lip. You could feel warmth creeping up your neck and filling your cheeks and you swallowed away the saliva that pooled under your tongue and you did your absolute best not to look down at him.

“Noona,” he called again and your eyes darted down into his. Your eyebrows rose a few millimeters in response to him and gone was the snarkiness and glare in his eyes as he looked at your face. There was something softer brewing in those eyes that watched you now. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his lips.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he said with a lift of a single eyebrow and he looked down at your foot. He was spreading some sort of ointment over the open blister on your foot now that you’d stopped fighting him about it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Baek. I already told you I wasn’t mad.”

“You were so mad, you almost kicked me when I was begging for forgiveness earlier,” he said in a mock serious tone. He was pressing a bandage carefully onto the heel of your foot and you felt afroned by his baseless accusation. His joke. You did no such thing! You felt a small laugh escape your chest and you pushed forward with your foot, the one he was holding in his hand and pushed it lightly against his chest. His balance teetered but he stayed upright and held on tighter to your foot to keep his balance.

“I did not!” You felt the first giggles break free from your chest.

“Look! You just did it again! This is an abuse of power!” He was laughing now, and his hand still hadn’t released your foot even though the first aid care was complete.

The hand holding your foot had wandering fingertips that gently caressed the skin over your Achilles tendon, seemingly smoothing the already smooth bandage there. With his other hand he carefully dropped the pieces of wrapper from the bandage into the trash can beside the chair you occupied. Your eyes followed as his slim fingertips carefully and slowly dropped each tiny piece of trash one at a time into the basket, taking way too long with it. They floated down and landed on top of an empty Starbucks coffee cup with the name Baekhyun written in black sharpie followed by a little hand drawn heart.

Apparently that new Starbucks hussie drew hearts on everyone’s cups.

Just like that you were down another suitor.

“Help me, somebody, anybody. This lady is crazy. She only paints half of her toenails,” he was outright laughing now gesturing to one foot with bright pink polish and the other with completely bare toes. You remembered your failed attempt at a home self care spa day. You’d gotten through a half a bottle of wine and half of your toenails when your work phone rang and you had to abandon your other foot to deal with a work crisis that only you could fix.

It somehow made you feel just a little sad, hearing how hilarious he found you. And knowing he was right about how much of a mess you were — with only a married sleaze and a dirty catcalling street bum offering you any sort of real attention, even if it was the absolute worst kind of attention.

You pulled your foot away. He was done with you now, he could have his laugh all he wanted on his own.

You had work to do.

You resisted the urge to kick him for real and stood up quickly, extracting yourself from his seated body and you made your way toward safety behind your desk where he never dared to step.

Only this time you felt him behind you in an instant with his hands grabbing your arms and shaking with the smallest pout on his lips. His laughter had quit the instant you stood up.

“You’re not still mad at me, right?” He was shaking your arm, pulling you back from behind your desk, where he must have known he wasn’t allowed.

“Right?” He shook your arm again. You knew this tactic. You’d seen it before. He was trying to wear you down by being annoyingly cute and he was really, really good at it.

Your anger had dissipated a while ago. This wasn’t anger you were feeling and you sighed out loud with your expression calm and steady. The anger was long gone. You had reached the final stage — acceptance.

Baekhyun would be leaving soon. You and him, he and you, the two of you like this together, it had an expiration date.

“We should finish our work,” you spoke clearly and plainly and his eyes widened as the shaking of your arm stopped and the pout disappeared.

“All of it, Baek. We should finish everything. And we should do a good job so you can get the most out of the last few weeks you have here… with me.” The last two words came out as a whisper and you had been staring down at the stack of folders on your desk.

Baekhyun was looking at your face. Gone was the cutesy act and the mocking laughter on his voice and his next words pulled your attention up from endless folders of work you still had to do.

“Noona, Can I stay?”

[To be Continued]

Links: Can I Stay? Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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hello!! happy 200 followers :)

could i please request a drabble with a spy au with heizou? with hero! heizou x villain! reader as romantic fluff for your event? thank you so much! and congrats on 200 once again <3

slippery as an eel in water | shikanoin heizou.

third submission !! oh my god is heizou even in character.... anyways this is kinda set in half spy and half manhwa-ish??? au idkwman i hope i satisfy u with this, nonnie 😭 anyways haha this is a weird title but it makes sense. reader is flirty so if that's what you're into then im glad if it's not then um. well.

[3/5] herospy!heizou x criminal!reader (morally grey villain) (spy/manhwa-ish au) wc 1.2k, romantic fluff. enemies to lovers. slightly chaotic format. reblogs are appreciated.

Heizou trusts his intuition.

It is his guiding hand in his journey as one of Inazuma's renowned heroes (how he was dubbed as one was beyond his interest) his ally in his quest to enact justice to those who disrupt the city's peace, his only assistant in his pursuit of criminals who have no business tainting his homeland with their irresponsible crimes. He has never ignored its judgment, nor its pull.

Now though? Seeing you, the most infamous of said criminals lounging in his office without a care in the world after a recent stealth mission of his? His intuition screams at him to arrest you and put you to prison under the Tenryou Commission's watchful eye. A good hero, a good detective, for that matter, would deem that as the primary action. But Heizou has never conformed to the standards usually met by others.

[First Name] [Last Name]. Codenamed Blank, due to the lack of information about their personal history and how his agency doesn't know a thing about them part from their full name. Which might not even be their real name at all.

One of Inazuma City's most controversial and notorious criminals — a master of elusiveness and theft, commiting immeasurable crimes right under the city's nose and remaining undeterred, boasting a bounty adding up to almost as much as the Fatui in Snezhnaya.

A criminal is sitting on his office table, waiting for his arrival. They've been Heizou's one and only focus for the past year, and the man was committed to finally catching you like he's always dreamed of. It's why he applied to be one of the Commission's intelligence agents, undertaking numerous spy missions all related to you. Still, still. When you greet him nonchalantly with a smile on your face without a care in the world, to which he definitely flinches slightly at, a little caught off guard, there's a slight challenge in your eyes, and he can't stop his mind from overruling his trusty intuition when he feels that strange, suffocating and overwhelming feeling you always seem to incite in him.

"So this is where the renowned sir Shikanoin resides when he's not off trying to catch criminals like little old me." there's a playful lilt to your tone, as if amused by the notion of him staying here.

Electro Archon help him, for all he could think about despite your obvious provocation is how your clothing matches you so well, the dark fabric clinging to your form like a shadow in the night. The faint sheen of the knife (an obvious sign of danger, but he doesn't care right now) glints when it hits the light from the window.

Thankfully, you don't seem to want to use it for now.

"Are you aware I can easily entrap you here with just a call of the doushin?" his voice, though a warning, falls flat as he takes in your position on the wide table he uses to put his case files in. In response to his poor threat, you simply release a chuckle, running your hand across your hair, and Heizou resists the urge to flush at your actions. You were a criminal, practically his arch-nemesis! Yet here you were prancing around his territory while wearing that dark camouflage clothing of yours which makes his heart stutter and break his carefully curated composure. Skimming through his casefiles from your position, you take one out from the stack of them and examine it. Of course it had to be your own. He can already see the glare of his red marker with the label 'Blank - [First Name] [Last Name].' He sees the faint scribbles of his notes and follow-ups to his investigation of you and there's a slight quirk of your lips when you read through it.

"Well, will you really do that? I doubt it." Heizou feels almost flustered when you shrug it off like it's nothing, and again, he feels that rush of something he can't name overtake his senses. This is what made you dangerous. You knew how to poke and prod and poke at blindspots and use whatever charm and wit you had at your disposal to carry out your goals, then vanish the moment he's thought he's had you in his sights. And he thought he was the unpredictable one.

For the twelve months of this little game of cat and mouse, you were the only criminal who he hasn't caught yet. The thought is infuriating and yet thrilling at the same time.

He will admit, he enjoys the chase. Even if you were dreadfully alluring and so difficult to wrangle. It was like you were an eel in water slipping his grasp the moment he puts his hand on you. A very breathtaking eel, if he had to push his eel metaphor agenda. Man alive, what was he even thinking right now?

Heizou stops his thoughts of you and focuses on the situation presented to him. You offered yourself up on a silver platter. Do you even know how easy it would be to just cuff you right now and bring you down?

Yet he doesn't, for some reason.

He needs to compose himself, he needs to focus. He can't let you get the upper hand. So he smiles pleasantly, his sage green eyes oozing with structured and amicably made facade.

"Then maybe you've come here to look for redemption? It's never too late to turn over a new leaf, you know. I'm very flattered that you came over to me despite our very… turbulent history. I didn't take you for one to be attracted to people who's here to bring you down."

A loud burst of laughter escapes you, and you wipe the tears in your eyes right afterwards. "You're still as strange as ever. I was right to find you."

"Find me?"

"Yep." you emphasize the p in your words, "And you're not wrong. I am attracted to that." God, you were shameless. He considers himself to be the smooth-talker here, but you....

"You're even more handsome up close, by the way. When you're not busy trying to trail after me like a lapdog."

"..."

Heizou can feel himself flush at the sheer audacity of your words, and what's more, he liked it.

"What do you really want?" he snaps, frowning. At his query, you get down from your position from his table, and go so close to him he could smell the faint notes of the earthy and rich scent of Cyprus wood on your person.

"It's not a want, per say, but–" you stop, before you face him and get close to his own that if he moved forward, he could kiss you. "I propose a temporary truce."

He blinks, before his eyebrows raise. You weren't the type to do this. This wasn't how your dynamic worked. He was the one who sought you out, not you.

"A truce? What for?" Though he tried to take on a questioning tone, Heizou swallows thickly from the close proximity between you two, his Adam's apple bobbing just a bit, which doesn't go unnoticed to you. And when you smile at him deviously (he can imagine the devilish horns on your head already) something tells him he was in for a very, very wild ride.

Heizou trusts his intuition.

Yet despite his intuition telling him that involving himself with you and even hearing you out was a bad idea, he puts the nagging feeling in his gut aside for now.

He's still following his intuition, of course. Totally.

His intuition may make him feel like he needs to actually think about his decision this time around, but at the genuine look on your face and that enchanting smile of yours he can't get out of his head…

Heizou slumps a little, as he sighs to himself internally. There's no harm in losing to curiosity now, anyway. Who knows? Maybe he can get more clues to who you are. Why you do things the way you do. Yeah, that's right. He's only getting information from the enemy. That's all.

"Hello? Detective Shikanoin? You there?"

He snaps his light green eyes to yours and he finally dons his signature cheeky disposition. He clears his throat, and he watches as you tilt your head in his grab for your attention.

"I still don't completely trust a criminal like you yet," you visibly roll your eyes, "But I'm willing to hear you out."

"Alright then, basically...." you begin to start, and Heizou can only hang on to every word. And no, he's definitely not admiring your side profile or how you look in the lighting of his office.

So, he'll put off trying to catch you for now, he supposes.

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Daisy. ( I )

Author’s note: Hi! Hello! Trying to dip my toe back into writing, so I’m not sure how good/well it going to go, but I hope you like this because I have some cute plans for it. 🤍 G xx

Summary: y/n has a vision impairment and Harry takes a liking to her canine companion.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

1.3k words.

PART II

The repetitive noise of the grinder filled the small coffee shop as you stirred the singular sugar into your mug of coffee.

The London summer had just begun and you’d tried to get yourself into the routine of getting out of the house a bit earlier to enjoy the morning sun against your skin.

You sat yourself in the corner of the cafe up against the window so you could still enjoy the warmth of outside without the incessant noise of London traffic.

Noise was something you’d become accustomed to either love or hate. Because it was all you really had at your disposal when trying to navigate the outside world.

At the age of seven you had lost your eyesight due to an accident that occurred while ice skating on a winter family getaway.

While skating in the late, cold, winter afternoon you’d taken quite a violent tumble which had seen the back of your head smack against the solid ice.

As soon as your head hit the ice your consciousness was lost and the many hours later that it returned, your eyes opened to complete darkness - it was like you were trapped in a dark cave with no escape.

You soon learned that from the incident that occurred on the ice, your occipital lobe had acquired significant damage that had lead to complete vision loss.

You were seven. You’re now 25. It had been 18 years since your eyes had taken in light, colour, shapes and, most importantly, faces.

So, sound and touch very quickly became you’re only vices of getting through day to day life, except for your trusty sidekick, Daisy, your seeing eye dog.

You had received her when you turned 19 years of age and made the brave decision to move out of home. You didn’t live alone though. You had your roommate, Freya, who you became very fast friends with through university.

She too was always a great help through day to day life, but the best thing about her is that she respected your independence and your need to be able to do things alone.

You took the last few sips of your coffee and wiped your mouth down with a napkin.

“Ok, Daisy, time to head to class, hey,” you stated as you felt around for your aged tote bag and tugged on your dog’s harness.

You stood from the seat and carefully navigated your way out of the cafe, waving a polite thank you to the staff.

“I think we’ve got enough time to wander through the park, little daisy girl,” you stated as you placed your AirPods in your ears.

Technology also helped you a lot. It helped you to get around without having to always depend on someone.

You had become very comfortable and familiar with the part of London you lived in though, so it wasn’t always something you needed.

Daisy began to help lead you to the park, a little detour you’d decided to take on your way to uni.

She sat patiently waiting to help you cross the busy road when you heard a mumble outside of your AirPods.

You quickly removed one from your ear and turned towards the noise, unsure of its origin.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt- just was sayin’ you have a beautiful dog,” the voice said.

A small smile graced your face, “Oh, yeah, thanks. I assume she is too,” you replied politely.

The voice chuckled softly, “You assume?” it asked with a tone of slight confusion.

“Ah, yeah, well.. given I can’t see her, it’s all I can do,” you responded with a gentle giggle.

As the stranger looked down again they were quick to notice the harness upon the golden labrador was attached to a small vest that had “assistance dog” embroidered into it.

“Oh my god- I’m such a fuckin’ idiot.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

She cut off the embarrassed, rambling stranger, “Trust me, it’s totally fine,” you reassured them with a sweet smile.

Sometimes your independence could be misleading, but I guess that’s always why people shouldn’t ever judge a book by its cover.

The stranger couldn’t help but notice how nice your small smile was to look at; they couldn’t help but think how nice a proper, big smile would look plastered on your face.

They nodded, coming down from their short wave of embarrassment, “Still inconsiderate of me to not notice..” the voice paused,”‘m Harry, by the way,” he said, impulsively feeling the need to intro himself.

Your head turned back towards him, following the sound, “Nice to meet you, Harry. I’m Y/N. And this is Daisy.”

The alarm to cross the road started to sound and your dog stood from her spot and began to guide you across the road.

Harry immediately felt the need to follow.

“Still feel like a bit of a dickhead for being so unobservant,” he said while falling to step beside you, “surely I could do something to make up for it.”

You were surprised to hear his voice following you across the street.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Easy mistake to make. Plus.. I won’t lie.. I’m not majorly into the habit of letting strangers I meet on the street.. that I can’t see.. just hang out with me,” you explained with a small chuckle, trying your best to not sound rude in anyway.

His laugh filled your ears.

You either loved or hated sounds. It was your key to navigating every space around you. This sound? This was a sound you liked. A lot.

“That’s very fair, actually. Seems a shame though. I feel like Miss Daisy and I here could have been a super cute couple,” he said through a grin that you could hear.

And then he saw it. A smile that filled your face. And it was a sight he wanted to see over and over again.

A laugh tumbled through your lips at his cheeky comment and you shook your head while biting your lip softly, “Mm. That is too bad. She’s also a lesbian so I don’t see it working out,” you joked in response.

“Ah, fuck! Not again. Always falling for the wrong ones,” he said in joking exaggeration.

As you halted at another set of pedestrian lights you couldn’t help but smile and giggle at the funny, sweet stranger following you and your dog through the London streets.

You let a small sigh pass your lips, “Uh- fuck it. Fine. I’ll go out on a limb here,” you smiled, “but if you end up being a murderer, I’ll have to put Daisy into attack mode,” you joked.

Harry’s face lit up with a smile that had his dimples sit in, “Understood,” he said with a tone full of joy.

“I have a class to get to but, maybe some other time you can take Daisy out. Wine and dine her,” you respond, the tone of your voice matching his.

“Please. Only vintage champagnes and caviar for her. Nothing less,” he chuckled.

Both of your giggles filled the air as he pulled out his phone. He opened up his contacts application, “what number should I try and call Miss Daisy on then?”

You smiled, “She lost her phone recently, so I guess I’ll just have to give to mine.”

“Ah, what a bummer,” he quipped, unable to wipe the grin from his face.

You told him your phone number through a few more giggles and then heard the pedestrian crossing alarm sound once again.

“Well, that’s me,” you said through a soft smile, “I’ll make sure Daisy gets back to you.”

You began to make your way across the road with the aid of your dog.

“Can’t wait.” He said, not being able to fight the smirk gracing his face as he watched you walk away.

Thank you so much for reading gorgeous humans! I really hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you're interested in me continuing this cute little story and if you have any other ideas/requests. Love, G xx

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