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chuluoyi · 1 year ago

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✎ the babysitters' club

- gojo satoru x reader

in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacher—watching over his baby son!

genre: total crack, first years are trying their best to babysit your son to save their grades, an attempt at humor, gojo is irritating as always, fluff, fluff, fluff

note: this is sooo incredibly silly :') some inspiration are taken from the baby starfish onesie, this ask, and this illustration -> if you're wondering how gojo dressed his baby, he's looks just like that :)) tagging @3zae-zae3 <3

a part of gojo's love entries

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"Gojo-sensei... what is that wiggling starfish!?"

On one sunny day in jujutsu school... trouble is once again brewing in the form of Gojo Satoru bringing his baby son to the class.

"Starfish? No, no," Gojo retorted with a displeased expression, directing his gaze towards Yuji and clicking his tongue as he patted his squirming baby, which was still hidden from their view. "He's my pride and joy! Don't refer to him as starfish!"

"But you've got him dressed up as one..." Nobara pointed out, her tone flat and unimpressed.

"That's his kid," Megumi provided, wearily sighing. God, he knew already today was going to be a long day.

No one from school had seen your seven-month old baby son yet, and Gojo was determined to make it an occasion to remember.

Beaming with pride, he gently removed his baby from the starfish-themed onesie, revealing him in a tiny black jujutsu outfit specially tailored for him, complete with miniature black glasses. He held him up, presenting him for everyone to see.

"Behold, everyone... my son! Isn't he just adorable?!"

. . . a momentary silence before—

"Oh my goodness, he is!" Nobara cooed, forgetting her earlier sentiment, immediately approaching the baby with shining eyes. "Sensei, how could you manage to have a baby this cute!?"

"Heh! Only the finest technique utilized to create him—"

"Complete bullshit—"

"Hush, Megumi! No cussing in front of my baby! I'll deduct your marks!"

"Seriously...?"

"Now, class, today I have a very, very important task for you..." Gojo said, his voice dripping with mischief as he sported a broad grin. "If you succeed, I'll personally draft a recommendation letter for each of you to Yaga. But if you don't..." he paused for the suspense, scanning his three students' curious faces.

"Then I'm failing you in my class!" Gojo continued with a grin, prompting immediate reactions from his students.

“What! Why?!”

“That's not fair!”

“Sigh.”

“All you have to do was to watch over him until I come back. Everything you need is here— in this bag!”

Megumi rolled his eyes. Nobara raised an eyebrow. Only Yuji who seemed to be genuinely interested.

"Isn't that easy?" Gojo tilted his head playfully, looking absolutely stupid with his blindfold. "There are three of you here. If you can't even manage to look after one baby, then you should not even think about romance and dating."

"Nonsen—"

"Quiet, Megumi!"

And so began the day's mission: looking after Baby Gojo until his father's return.

“Lalala~ look you’re flying!”

“Fwa...”

“Kugisaki, don’t hold him like that! You’re making him cry!”

“No, I’m not— Itadori! Don’t smush his face—!”

“WAAA!”

“You idiot!” Megumi hissed, plucking the poor baby from his clueless friends and immediately soothed him, pulling him close and patting his back. He even gently shushed him, “There, there...”

And Yuji and Nobara could only look at him in awe as the baby's wails turned into soft sniffles, peaceful in his embrace.

"Whoa... Fushiguro, so babies like you, huh..."

"Unfair!" Nobara clicked his tongue, before fixing a wide smile and waved at the baby in Megumi's arms. "Hi baby~ don't you want to held by big sister—"

"He doesn't like you, Kugisaki."

And so, that was how the three of them spent half the day—constantly watching over Baby Gojo, with Megumi supervising both the baby and his two friends.

"Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in him..." Megumi grumbled sullenly, resigned to his fate, his gaze fixed on the crawling baby while he sat on the floor and threw his little sunglasses.

For all the sighs he exuded, Megumi undeniably had a soft spot for the baby. Prior today, he had held him several times, and he'd never admit it, but he'd protect him to the best of his ability, if anything, because you had done so much for him.

“Gojo-sensei is cool!” Yuji remarked. “Of course Y/N-sensei is happy with him.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Only you would say that.”

"Hey, don't you think he wants his milk?" Yuji suddenly pointed out, as the baby became fussy. Megumi nodded and Yuji immediately reached for the bag Gojo left. He pulled out a bottle and handed it to his friend, but in the process, he accidentally knocked the bag over, spilling its contents onto the floor.

"Ahh, my bad," the boy sighed, collecting the diapers and washcloth, until he realized that there were some more—

"What's that? Photographs?" Nobara picked one of them up, and immediately gasped. "Oh my! Look at this!"

On the picture was the same baby, but much more smaller and swaddled in baby blue blanket and tiny blue beanie. Most likely taken when he was a newborn.

"Whoa, wait, there's something written behind the photo..."

When she flipped it over, both she and Yuji studied the messy handwriting, instantly recognizing it as their teacher's.

Yaaay! ♡ Baby is here! I'm sooo happy you made it! But mama went through a lot to bring you here... so don't ever forget that she loves you very, very much, okay?

"This is sweet." Nobara looked at the picture with a genuine smile, until she realized that there were some more scattered on the floor.

The other picture was of the blue-eyed baby on his arms and knees, wrapped in an orange and black bee onesie, complete with little wings, and behind it was written:

Aren't you just the cutest bee?! And what's more, you've started crawling! Aw, papa is so proud! In no time at all, you're going to be as strong as me!

"What are you two doing over there?" Megumi asked, still feeding the baby with the milk bottle. Nobara beckoned him over.

The third photo was of you smiling so prettily while holding your baby, still in his bee suit, and Gojo also in the frame, wrapping his arm around you, clearly the one holding the camera to take the selfie.

Two my most precious treasures ♡ Sweetheart, I love you. And baby too!

Yuji smiled, as he felt warmth spreading in his chest. "Gojo-sensei really treasures his family, huh?"

"He is," Megumi agreed, because he had seen it all throughout his life.

"Well, no wonder..." Nobara giggled. "Any woman showered with this much love would be happy."

And that day, the trio also uncovered another side of their teacher, that his deepest affection was reserved exclusively for his wife and child.

Well, the sentimental feeling didn't last long though...

"This is our chance!" Nobara said in a hushed whisper. "When else are we going to get an extra family discount!?"

Megumi was so ready to burst a blood vessel as he held the baby—given that he had forbidden his two friends to lay a finger on him. "We are meeting Gojo-sensei here, not to—!"

"Hush! Itadori, don't you agree with me?!"

Yuji nudged his cross friend, trying to appease him. "Lighten up, Fushiguro! We can have more meat!"

At the last minute, Gojo suddenly told the three of them to bring his baby and meet him at the shopping center as he didn't want to waste energy to go back to the school. And like broke students Nobara and Yuji were, they decided to use Baby Gojo to snag an extra plate in a yakiniku place.

Megumi's eyes twitched. "This is not making sense at all, they won't believe—!"

"Shut up, you! Waiter~ here! We have a baby! So we're eligible for the family package!"

The judging stare of the waiter was enough to make Megumi combust on the spot, and yet somehow he passed the four of them as family eligible for the extra plate.

It was later, after they had their lunch that Megumi suddenly had an upset stomach and left the baby momentarily in his two friends' care.

And under less-than-watchful eyes...

"Hey, Kugisaki, meat on this side is the juiciest! Try it!"

"Ooh, you're right!"

The baby only blinked at them in wonder as he stayed in his spot. Not for long though... and it didn't help that they forgot his existence after they went to the cashier and headed out.

"Oi, Itadori! Don't forget to split the bill!"

"Oh yeah! Anyway, why is Fushiguro taking so long?"

Megumi got back right afterwards, and he frowned. "You done already? I haven't even gotten my ocha refill—" and it dawned to him when he saw both Yuji and Nobara with empty hands.

"Wait... where's the baby?"

"—! Oh my god!"

And when the three of them rushed back to the yakiniku place and approached their table earlier, Nobara almost screamed at the empty chairs, "He is gone!"

"You left the baby with the kids and told them to come here?!"

You were positively fuming as you scolded your stupid husband in the bustling mall.

"Well, we haven't gotten much time to spend together, just the two of us!" Satoru retorted, his tone sulky as he pouted. "And besides, Megumi is there. I'm sure they'll do just fine~"

You let out a sigh. True enough, being parents is no joke. Aside from stay-at-home dates, the frequency of the two of you going out had dwindled exponentially since having your baby.

"Technically, you are still on the clock though." You threw him a glare. "You're being a very irresponsible teacher."

Satoru smirked. "Heh, spare me. But I'm being a very good teacher to you in our—"

"One more word and I'm locking you out—!"

Just as you were about to give him your (empty) threat, the building suddenly boomed with an announcement from the mall's broadcast speaker.

"Attention, shoppers. We've received a report from three teenagers that they've lost a baby. He is seven-month old, wears black shirt, has white hair and blue eyes. He is last seen at Yakiniku Q—"

"Satoru..." your voice trembled, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. The baby described by the speaker was unmistakably your son, and the realization of him being missing sent you spiraling into panic.

"Hey, calm down." Satoru gripped your hand tightly, his voice steady as he faced you. "We're going to find him, alright? I'm here. Don't worry."

And after taking off his glasses, in a matter of seconds, Satoru figured out where he was.

Nobara's eyes welled up with tears, frustrated. "What do I do, Gojo-sensei will fail us now..." she muttered, biting her lip.

"That's what you're worried about?" Megumi replied, turning to her with a clear glare.

"He's going to be fine! He is!" Yuji interjected, trying to reassure his two friends despite his own rising anxiety. "He’s not just any random baby—who knows, maybe he can shoot cursed energy to protect himself!"

Megumi and Nobara leveled their annoyed stares on him and Yuji immediately regretted his attempt to lighten the mood.

"I still think he can't get far from the yakiniku place." Megumi was too panicked to check with the staff earlier and just went with Yuji's suggestion to report it to be announced, but now that he thought about it— "I think we should go back."

And thank goodness the three of them returned for the second time because, this time, they finally saw the baby safely cradled in your arms, with Gojo speaking to the waitresses nearby.

"Oh?! Gojo-sensei is here!"

But as soon as the three of them came into view, Gojo immediately fixed them with his unamused gaze.

"You three..." his voice was lower and it made the three kids shudder. "What did I tell you about failing this mission, huh?"

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi were visibly spooked, immediately bowing their heads in unison as they chorused—

"Gojo-sensei, we're so sorry!"

Nobara then pointed an accusing finger at Yuji. "But it was his fault! He kept eating away and didn't even oversee the baby anymore!"

"Wha!?" Yuji glared back at her. "No! You too! You kept eating my meat too!"

"Whatever it is, I'm not a part of this—" Megumi cut in boldly. "My stomach hurt so I had to go for a bit, and they couldn't even keep an eye on him—"

You soothed your squirming son as the first years were throwing blame at each other. Gaping in confusion, you couldn't help but wonder how such a simple task had turned into this incident.

"Tsk." Gojo crossed his arms dramatically, and you knew he was just messing with them, as he suddenly turned to you with a grin.

"Nah, as both a teacher and the victim's mother— Sensei~ who do you think is responsible for this? Or should I punish all three of them?"

The three kids before you were quaking in their boots, and you really didn't have time for this right now. Honestly, if if you had to quickly pinpoint the source of this chaos...

You directed your most irked glare at your husband. "You."

“Huh?!”

“You’re the one staging this by threatening their grades, and it results in our baby being missing!”

Now you were bickering with your husband and putting him in his rightful place. Nobara and Yuji gaped, while Megumi heaved a sigh of relief.

"Does this mean... our grades are saved?"

Epilogue

"They said he fell..." You pat your baby's head worriedly as he babbled happily in his crib, your expression darkening into a frown.

You didn't really blame the first years for their lack of experience, but as his mother, the news from the restaurant staff that they had found your son falling from the chair made you extremely uneasy.

Seeing your distress, Satoru’s natural response was to comfort you until you were back to smiles again. He gently tickled his boy's tummy, prompting him to squeal in absolute joy. "Look, he's perfectly fine. You don't need to worry so much, yeah?"

"But it's strange... I'm happy he's fine, but how? Most babies will get hurt or at least be inconsolable after falling. But he was totally okay..."

Satoru shifted his gaze to his son, as now his round, crystal blue eyes that mirrored his blinked back at him with such innocence and trust that even melted his heart.

"Ah, I see." Suddenly he smiled as if he had figured something out. "This is just my guess, but you know my guesses have like... 90% of probability of being correct—"

"Hmm...?"

"He might have activated Infinity by instinct. Heh."

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nerogore · 1 month ago

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the people who think vergil is some emotionless chad who exists purely to ‘aura farm’ or whatever the fuck actually piss me off i cannot STAND that side of the dmc fandom.

another rant nobody but me cares about but lorddd i gotta type this out somewhere. also wanna preface this by saying it’s about pgr vergil, but also just vergil in general, and directed at the people i mentioned above.

firstly — no it’s not ‘out of character’ for vergil to show vulnerability or emotion, he is a deeply emotional person. he feels deeply, he sees the world deeply, and he hurts so deeply that his motivation centred around being able to prevent himself from being harmed any more. he just isn’t (wasn’t) good at expressing that without violence pre-dmc5.

punishing grey raven did a really great job of capturing his post-dmc5 maturity, and it’s cohesive with the additional information we got in Visions of V regarding vergil’s inner thoughts. we simple haven’t seen enough of vergil outside of battle to be able to fully grasp how he’d act when he is free of chasing an ultimate goal, and is in a domestic, (mostly) relaxed situation.

it’s the people who’ve played approximately 5 hours total of ONLY dmc5, who then see clips of vergil in pgr that act all disgusted and get offended that vergil is actually capable of emotion and/or affection, who are the problem. they’re why vergil has been memed so much that people genuinely, honest to god(s) believe that he hates dante, he hates nero, and never cared at all. he gave nero his HEART, his book that he sees as an integral part of himself. the symbolism of him stating he wanted to be loved and protected, and then giving his ‘heart’ to be safeguarded by nero is so poetic (pun intended)!!! he literally trusts his son — after being with him while he was V, and fighting him as vergil at the qliphoth — to protect him.

vergil is capable of trusting, he is capable of affection, and he wants to be able to. it is in fact NOT out of character for him to express that (even if he sucks at doing so and is generally horrifically awkward about it. love the guy).

now don’t get me wrong — vergil is not a good person, and i’m not implying he is. he isn’t benevolent or kind or selfless, and he struggles (falls flat) at being empathetic to people he sees as more fortunate than him (such as dante, who he resented for being ‘better off’), but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of experiencing varying degrees of love. for god’s sake, bury the light literally describes him as having ‘secret love, bloodline yearns.’ vergil is the pinnacle, the definition of emotionally constipated.

he was a total shithead and a real prick in dmc3. he was also a total shithead and a real prick in dmc5 (i mean that affectionately. but don’t get me started on urizen LOL) but he is as childish as dante is. he banters and holds silly grudges and competes with his brother like a teenager with something to prove. he calls dante an idiot for still saying ‘jackpot’ and then turns around and says it himself, because he secretly loves to.

and holy fuck that was a LOT longer than i intended this rant to be and i should be studying for my EngLang exam but oh well!!! shoutout to whoever reads this entire block of drivel.

ok bye :3

#vergil #dmc #pgr #i’m going to fail my exams #but also vergil you deserve better

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madame-fear · 6 months ago

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Can you PLEASE do the yandere velaryon boys. Poly or not, I don't care!!

𐙚 ⸻ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄.ᐟ𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘.ᐟ𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

── ✮⋆˙ amira speaks.ᐟ : you got it babe !! I decided to do very general headcanons about this topic. Keep in mind this is the very first request I decided to write after months of not writing anything,, so I did my best,, hope you enjoy it <3 also, perhaps I will write an entire one-shot about this pairing! 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. how would both Velaryon boys act when they are obsessed with you?

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. yandere, headcanons. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. poly!yandere!velaryon boys x fem!reader.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 The lurking stares of both Velaryon boys —the eldest sons of Princess Rhaenyra— wouldn’t be uncommon to you. You’d often find their eyes roaming on your presence whenever you’re nearby. A pair of green eyes and another pair of coffee coloured ones, moving along your every step.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 There wasn’t an ounce of doubt that the two boys were absolutely fascinated with you. Enchanted, bewitched, enthralled—you name it. Such notorious devotion they held towards you never passed unnoticed, being a reason for them to often get teased.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 But you were such a pretty thing, delicate as porcelain—at least, from their point of view. How could they not swoon over you? Every detail, every inch, every liking and disliking of yours... They know it. From head to toes, they know you better than you know yourself. Who else would know you this perfectly, other than them?

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 It wouldn’t be unusual to see them around you nearly all the time, not very discreetly. You could almost say both boys are your own sworn Knights, as they prefer to spend their time by your side—assuring nothing happens to you, and simply being graced by the lucky fact of your existence. You are theirs, now. What else is there to say? No one is oblivious to that possessiveness they seem to have when it comes to you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Would they fight over you? Kind of, but not really in front of you, you’d be completely unaware of the small little games they do between them merely to capture your attention. Whether it’s with gifts, chivalry, compliments, and further—they would find ways to see whom you favoured the most during that day. But it’s all with the purpose of boyish fun, as they obviously share you with each other.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 The petty stares they would throw at any other silly boy who dares lay his eyes on you—these boys would team up to scare the other boys away in any way; their presence near you will never pass unnoticed, and they would make it clear that they disapprove.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Or even if you decide to bat your lashes at any other Lord or Prince, the eldest Velaryon princes would manage to manipulate you enough to steal back your attention. They are going to be your first everything, that’s been decided—there’s no place for a stranger to fit into your life with the Velaryon boys in your sighting. Those poor idiots who think they can easily woo you, they will definitely get threatened with Vermaxes’ and Arraxes’ fire.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Not that they would throw tantrums in front of you, of course; much less make it painfully obvious that they are jealous. Or, well... Perhaps Luke would, since he’d be the one who’s a bit more possessive over you and have puppy-like attitudes, but Jace —trying to keep a frustrated facial expression to himself— would know how to keep his jealousy well-hidden from you. But you always see right through them.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You’d have the whole princess treatment with them. With Luke, you’d often get gifts from him such as flowers from the garden, brooches, jewellery, a shower of compliments, and pretty nice things in general. With each gift you receive, you always give him a loving smooch on his cheek and perhaps, a tight hug. Don’t be surprised if after that, you see Luke smiling widely like a fool, accompanied by a burning red crimson tint on his features—at the edge of being a giggling schoolgirl who got noticed by her crush.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Jace is a little bit more discreet with his feelings as oppossed to Luke, but he’d make sure you are pampered and given a proper treatment by him as well nevertheless. His pampering would occassionally include gifts, but they would mostly consist of chivalry gestures such as offering you his hand to dance, or his arm to walk you around (especially around the gardens), and act more like your constant protector. It’s undeniable that he’d grow giddy when you smooch his cheek, but he’d avoid making it painfully obvious.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 I dare to say, both Velaryon boys would go as far as even brushing your hair, braiding it, twirling strands of your hair between their fingers delicately, caressing it softly. All to show their adoring devotion towards you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 They wouldn’t waste a single second when it comes to you. The moment they’d get freed from their princely duties, they will search for you almost immediately—seeking for your warm comfort... The need of having their heads resting on your chest, and your fingers gracefully playing with brunette strands of their hairs, proudly cooing at them for fulfilling their responsibilities accordingly. It would be their own paradise to forget about the rest of the world.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 While the first kiss might be a bit messy —merely because they would discuss which one will be your very first kiss—, over the time, both Princes would grow used to taking turns just to savour your lips against their own without getting jealous.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 But their favourite way of pampering you with their kisses, would be by each sitting on your sides, and depositing delicate smooches on every inch of your features, your neck, shoulders—kissing and caressing your skin simultaneously whenever you are all alone together, privately. They wouldn’t held themselves back to express such undying adoration; not a single bit of your flesh would pass unnoticed by their tender affection.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 The relationship you have with the Velaryons is rather unspoken about publicly, but everyone knows that, wherever you are, they will undoubtedly be nearby. You are well known to be close to them, and both Jace and Luke are known for being rather possessive about you. Not many Princes or Lords can approach you, as they would know how to make it clear with a simple stare that you are theirs, only.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 They would treat you as their most beloved treasure, only for them to cherish—shooing away anyone who tries to steal your attention from them. You would have a future King and future Lord at your display.

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forsaken-headcanons · 2 months ago

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All the people that 7n7 has skins of (as in like. 7e7, comic/sans undertale, you get the idea) else are also banned from Elliot's pizza place, mostly for reasons unrelated to 7n7. This is wby Elliot is crappy to all of them

007e7: He's 7n7's cousin, happened to be there during a few too many c00lkidd incidents and got banned as a result.

Slendy and Son of Man: both were banned for freaking out customers. They never bought anything just kinda stood in corners staring at people.

Anonymous: Elliot thought he was 7n7 in disguise (he's not, but elliot didn't realize until much later)

Windows: caused a scene through trying to eat the food via slamming his screen-face into it.

Magic Ninja: pulled a Katana in an argument with another customer.

Cecil: idk i haven't watched invincible sorry

Decoy: entered through the back door, did this repeatedly

Fish bowl: like windows, them trying to eat caused a huge scene and a mess

Dummy: idk for this one either oops

Spy: breaking and entering

Flint: causing problems (similar stuff to what flint did in mother 3 when his wife had gone missing and stuff)

Idiot and Scripter: both had hacked and caused problems before 7n7 and C00lkidd had shown up

Bluudud and pr3typriincess' parents were also both exploiters

Comic: somehow got stuck in an oven. Thrice.

nahh what did anonymous do goodness gracious ell 💔💔 also spy wHAT /silly

freaking love all these holy moly. specifically the sans one because we're biased /silly like. he'd do that. on purpose.

yoinkity-yoink to all these ehe /j

#forsaken headcanons #forsaken #forsaken roblox #roblox forsaken #007n7 forsaken #007e7 forsaken #we are NOT doing everyone bc That Is A Lot Of Characters We Don't Know shshd #mod nooby😋🍔🥤

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thequietkid-moonie · 5 months ago

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hello! platonic lighter zzz hcs with a teen!reader where he is sort of like a father figure?

Being a father figure for teen!reader

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Lighter Lorenz ]

[ Zenless Zone Zero ]

I like Lighter in a more romantic-silly way but i have to admit that he could be an AMAZING father/guardian/mentor! He is so silly but also so so soooo cool!!! I love him <3

Lighter can be quite silly and forgetful, not really caring much about small things, but after everything he has being throught have lead him to learn and mature a lot, to become the person he is today

In all honestly, the first time you approached to him Lighter have underestimated you, seeing your feeling as a simple admiration of a young and easily impressive person, but the more you insist and grow closer to him the more attached Lighter grows to be with you, when he less expected he already sees you as family too

Lighter stay for a long time in the duality of being incredibly caring and protective over you but insisting that you are just like a friend for him, it has to be you or any of the sons of Calydon who make him realice how much he actually means for you that he will admit out loud that you are like his family (still, he need to think carefully about this)

Lighter just grows to like you as much as you do like him, he even takes some pride in the fact that you see him as a father figure and tries to actually be a good mentor and guardian (as long as you don't only admire him because of the fighting because fights is something he doesn't really care much about), still Lighter doesn't admit it out loud often, no matter how obvious it is that he is attached to you he insist on saying that is nothing

As well, since you grow to be so close to Lighter you will end up getting to know the rest of the sons of Calydon, easily welcoming you as family and even telling you stories about Lighter (some makes him look cooler while others are just embarrasing him, he tries to stop them from embarrasing him but is more likely that he won't be able to), also, Lighter is quite teased because of you and how he actually acts like a father with you, but at the end is just wholesome fun because all of them couldn't be happier about both of you! After all, is a relasionship that makes happy both and thats what matter

Despite the fact that in the Outer Ring things are way too diferent at how are in the city Lighter still wants to make sure to teach you a lot about surviving and life, since you trust him and even sees him as some kind of father he wants to thank you and honor the way you see him by being an actual mentor, slowly growing to be closer to you and share with you all he have learn throught the years

Lighter still remember all the mistakes he did on te past and how inmature he used to be, he has already made peace with his past but if he can save you a couple of annoyances he will definetly will, he wants to prevent you from being reckless but if he can't stop you at least he will be there to help you don't get in too much troubles or end up getting injured

Lighter becomes quite protective over you, he will be willing to teach you how to fight without a problem if thats what you want, but at the end it won't really matter even if you become as stronge as he is, the moment someone dares to send you threat, even if it is indirectly, he is imediatly in his way to intervene and warn the idiot to don't even dare lay a finger on his unofficial child you unless they want to get in a big trouble

Also, if the case is that you have both of your parents Lighter will still act as a father for you and will just try to befriend them, respecting them but not backing off now that he have grow to care for you so much (but it may be awkward for a while), but if the case is that at least one of your parents is negligent or even abusive then Lighter will protect you from them too, after all being your parents doesn’t give them the right to treat you this way

#zenless zone zero #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz x reader #zzz lighter #lighter #lighter x reader #x reader #x gn reader #headcanons

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noblehouseofgay · 1 year ago

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The noble and most ancient house of gay

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Name: Regulus/Reg

Pronouns: he/him

Current read: Crimson Rivers

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- I'm Regulus/Reg (I like it pronounced redge for me personally, do whatever you want for the character though)

- He/him, trans 🏳️‍⚧️

- queer mess

- I'm 21 and a Sagittarius

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- regulus and remus kin. Like 99% regulus and then a pinch of Remus here and there

- favorite ships are jegulus, rosekiller, wolfstar, dorlene, and pandalily (my endgames <3)

- favorite characters are regulus, remus, James, pandora, barty, and evan

- I'm a slytherin if that's not obvious enough

- I fucking hate jkr and everything she stands for, so if you defend or support her it's automatic block and you're a piece of shit and I hope you die

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- I have very strong opinions but I'm not an asshole (unless deserved)

- I block very liberally, I don't tolerate jegulus/regulus hate whatsoever

- absolutely z e r o proship/incest/etc. None. Instant block. Pls stop asking me about it

- feel free to talk to me, I love getting asks

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- I like marauders obviously, but also percy jackson, stardew valley, my chemical romance, pokemon, and a bunch of other random shit that may or may not even matter on this blog. Those things will probably be on my side blog if anywhere

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sofasoap · 1 year ago

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Teddy Bear - 3

Pairing: John Price x F! Reader

Summary: Just as you thought he ghosted you.. he turned up.

Warning: M Theme. Angst talk. Canon, what canon? what happend at end of Mw3 never existed, nor happend.

A/N: I was so blocked for .. oh gosh, seven months. and Thanks to @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world, it suddenly unblocked. This is for you, Aunty Bear.

John Price Masterlist

Masterlist

You look at the man standing in front of your door. Stunned that he appeared at your door step in the middle of night.

“Hi.” Oh how you miss his deep rumbling voice.

Why is he here now?

November. Christmas, New Year. February.

Not a single call or text message from him since October.

You sighed after throwing the phone down and curled up in bed. You haven’t heard from John after the night you stayed at his place.

Has he ghosted you? Or has he decided you are too much for him to handle.

You know it was too good to be true.

You tried to move on from this short romance.

But even your niece and nephew can see how dejected you have been since their aunty’s “Furry boyfriend” hasn’t made an appearance for the last few months.

But here he is. With a single rose in his hand, together with a little teddy bear who’s holding a small bunch of flowers itself.

“I am sorry… for going M.I.A for the last few months.” he apologised as he shifted on his feet. “It has been. Quite an ordeal.” he sighed.

“You.. alright? Is everyone alright?” you asked, eyes flitting. His frown seems deeper than usual (your niblings often joke how he can squash a fly between his brows),the fresh cuts and healing scars on his face, the fatigue, as if life has drained out of him.

You immediately notice the way the twitches subtly everytime he moves his left arm.

Shaking your head as you bring yourself out from the whirling thoughts and observation, you realise you are letting an injured man standing in the cold. “Oh how rude of me. Come inside.” You took the flower and the teddy bear off him and stepped back and let him into the flat.

John looked around your cosy little granny flat. A small kitchenette, living room area, and the bedroom just off to the side. Bits of trinkets here and there, and hoards of photos on the wall. Your sister gave you the free reign of making his place yours, with promises that you don’t burn the place down with wild parties.

“Make yourself comfortable on the sofa…. Would you like tea? coffee, or ..” Or me? That silly little joke flashes across your mind but you mentally slap yourself. Not the time to make such a joke, you idiot. “I don’t think you can drink any alcohol with…” you asked as you wave towards his shoulder. He shook his head. “Tea would be fine, thank you.” he replied.

You nodded your head before putting the gift on the small dining table and started the kettle.

You could feel John’s eyes on you as you fret around the kitchenette to put the rose into a little vase and make the tea for both of you. Staring at you. Drinking you in. As if to make up for the last four months that he hasn’t seen you.

You handed him the cup of tea as you sat down beside him. The only sound in the room was the clock on the wall, ticking away as the two of you started sipping on the tea, not knowing how to start the conversation back up again.

“I.. we.” he paused for a second, gripping tight onto the mug as he stared across the room. “It’s been a close call. As you can see.” He laughed bitterly. “We nearly lost.. One of the boys.”

Your breath hitched. John talks fondly of his subordinates. From the one time you met them, they are a lovely (scary, but friendly) bunch The boys are almost like sons to him.

John never went into exact details about what his job entails. You knew he was in the military but he never went any further than that.

“My hands are not clean.”

You cock your eyebrows. “Are you a hitman?”

He chuckled. “Not that sinister. I am in the military.”

“Dangerous job.” you hummed as he nodded his head.

He looked down at his tumbler glass, gently swishing the ice and the whisky around. “But…someone has to do the dirty work.” he mumbled.

“I.. I am sorry to hear.”

You were slightly confused by his response, you remembered. But now, come to think of it, all the dots connect, with how tight lipped John is about his job, the injuries. His previous comments, the little stories here and there the boys told you about during the first meeting, you have guessed they are probably in some sort of elite unit in the army.

Never guaranteed to live until the next mission.

He shook his head, not replying. You reach out to put a hand on his thigh, not quite sure what else to say, or do. Without shifting his gaze, he let go of the grip on the mug and covered your hand with his warm callous hand, seeking for more comfort.

“Stay?” You broke the silence after a while, begging him. Silently wishing he can hear the pleading in your voice. After months of not having heard or seen him. You need him. And maybe, he needs you too. “Stay for the night. Please.”

He slowly turned his head, and looked you in the eyes. The sadness in it. you have never seen him like this before. He is a Captain. The commanding presence. The rock of the team.

Always calm and collected.

But who is the anchor for him when he is lost?

John held tight onto you in his sleep that night, like his life depends on it. Nozzle his head into the crook of your neck. You felt his body finally give in as you gently stroked his hair, occasionally dotting him with kisses. When was the last time he had a peaceful sleep?

“Aunty Bear? OH Furry uncle!!!” The high pitch yelling and something jumping onto the bed startled the two of you awake.

“How.. How did you two get in!” You gasped as you struggled out of John’s iron clamp that held you close all night. “Careful don’t touch John’s arm —” you warned as the two children started to clamber around the poor man.

“Mum gave me the key.” Your nephew pointed out before he turned towards John, who finally let you out of his grasp and slowly sat up. “Mum wants us to wake you up because you are late for breakfast.”

Oh lord. You were glad the two of you are still somewhat… presentable. You in your PJs and John.. in his boxer. At least we are not naked. You also totally forgot you were supposed to make pancake breakfast for your niblings.

“Hello you two little rascals..” Price chuckled, ruffling the two children’s hair. “How have you two been?” he asked in a tired voice.

“Good! Oh… what happened to your shoulder??” Your niece’s smile dropped as she spotted the bandage around John’s shoulder. “Did some bad people hurt you?”

John looked at you, and turned back to the little girl. “You could say that.”

“Does it hurt?” she poke it with her little finger while asking.

“Lizzy, it WILL hurt if you do that.” Her brother warned as he pulled his sister back. Lizzy pouted and turned her attention to John’s chest. “Oh, you got a furry chest too. Just like my dad…”

“Ok, you two, shoo off the bed, and tell your mother I will be over there in ten minutes.” you interrupted and usher your niblings off the bed and out of the room. The two groaned but quickly scrambled off the bed and ran towards the front door.

“Lock it before you leave too!!” You shouted.

“Is that how they wake you up every weekend?” John smiled, as he leaned back into bed and smiled at you.

“Um. Sometimes…” You blushed, and you don’t even know why you are blushing. The two of you slept together before. Well, purely sleeping. Not… in the … intimate sense. And you have seen his chest as well. It’s not like you have not been with men before. “We. um, better get out of bed, the kids seem to be hungry for breakfast.” you fidgeted, trying to cover your embarrassment. “Would you like to .. stay for breakfast? I am very good at making pancakes..And I promise you there will be different berries and even creams to go with it too. And honey, or maple syrup, whichever one you fancy…” you rambled on.

“If it’s not too much of a bother.”

You quickly shook your head. “Never. Never a bother.” you look into his eyes, with sincerity. Hoping he will understand the other meaning behind your words. He slowly reaches out, cupping your face with his uninjured hand, and caresses your cheek with his thumb, before looking down at your lip and back up to your eyes, silently asking for permission, before leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on the lip.

“Thank you.”

“Did you two…..”

“ NO sis, NO.”

“Then what took you two so long then. You said ten minutes…”

“SHUSH.”

Tag list: ( I am just tagging who ever requested to be tagged at the last chapter and also who responded...let me know if you want to be taken off the next chapt's list thank you :) )

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#call of duty #john price x f!Reader #john price x reader #john price imagine #john price #captain price #sofasoap writes

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urautismdiagnosis-wistie · 4 months ago

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Kingsley 👑

This is my silly meow meow octonauts oc!🥰🥰🥰 hes pointing out a cool bird btw

Edit: he is kwaziis uncle btw lol

This is Kingsley! Known as a brother, uncle K, or Captain K of a lovely ship and crew of the Salty Spirit!

He is also a captain of all birds! He's kinda a dork lol

First son of the Calicoed Jack and not just following his footsteps but making his own way and name! (He always tried sooo hard to be a super cool pirate)

The guy always loved stuff like pokemon and yu gi oh, he's always been good at math/finances and is known to be an excellent strategist and trickster 👌 Pretty good qualities to have when you've got a crew of 50 on your shoulders!

He ain't bad with a sword either, in fact he's "totally fought off like 20- no 30- sharks that were swarming him in a river once! And he totally punched them and won too and then they were all so impressed they promised to always be loyal to him" or something along those lines 😭✌

Hes also a great big brother to his lil bro Kenneth! He is the type to make some lighthearted jokes and tease a bit, but he always and I mean always made sure to care about the needs and wants of everyone.

Hes not really judgemental and will totally be open to finding unique solutions to problems and believe in his lil bro too. There's always a way and he'll make it himself if you're not able to find it yet 🥺

... remind me to make a comic about Kingsley and kenneth sometime ^v^

This guy tho? Total flirt, except his flirting is just... sharing bird facts.. like how pigeons are the only birds to make milk! Or.. how to mimic the sound of every kind of bird! Or.. how certain birds try to impress the ladies and how he can totally do that too do you wanna see-

It wasn't very effective. 🙏

When he was entrusted with the role of captain though, he did do his best to be all collected and confident. He's a pretty chill sneaky lil guy that'll saunter around doing Captain Things TM when he's not being a total dork over birds.

speaking of captain behaviour, he's also the type that if he was faced with the devil he'd tried to trick it- and if that didn't work he would do anything to make sure that it didn't lay hands on his crew. But even so he knows there's always a way, even if it hurts, there's still a way. He just has to find it.

Kingsley has always believed that there are good things and good people in all hardships and places. You just have to choose to find it and nature it. There's also opportunities for looting too.

He was super gifted at pirate trickery, distraction, stealth missions, and sneak attacks and retreats without a single drop of blood shed.

(Well maybe a few drops but usually not his crew lol 💅 they were very "in and out with sleeping gas and smoke bomb types" although.. if a few idiots did stick their nose where they didn't belong... it was their own fault if they got a concussion or a stab to the foot.... and if u were dumb enough to try to actually attack the ENTIRE PIRATE CREW as a sailor rhat should've been asleep then well... survival of the fittest :/)

he also IS banned from the kitchen. Not even because of all his "desert heists" as a child either! This guy couldn't ever cook to save his life fr...

As for him and the lil kwazii? Well kwazii learned alot from him XD like swear words and how to cheat at card games

He takes alot after his mom who was 3/4th lynx lol . Also his blue necklace piece is to bring good opportunities his way. :>

He always has made it a point to try to help the people in his life through whatever hardships- whether it was to help a new crew member to acclimate, help someone threw a rough night, or just be there for his anxious lil bro yk?

He was also the one who found pete as a baby :3c

If u have any questions about him lmk in thr comments and ill answer! I cant promise ill answer every question tho for plot reason ;)

#octonauts #my art #octonauts art #Octonauts oc #Misty memories au #Misty memories #Misty memories Kingsley #KINGSLEY MY BELOVEDDDDDD #Yap post #Octo headcanons

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carmesi-butterfly · 2 years ago

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I would like to request thoughts on first boyfriend Yujin, him being so sweet, shy and scared to meet his gf’s paterents🥹but they live him, it’s like their son

I MELT JUST IMAGINING IT 😭 this is my first time writing about yujin so im sorry if it didn't turn out good t__t

yujin would be so nervous :( being completely quiet, if it wasn't because he was sitting beside you on the table, and because YOU BROUGHT HIM TO YOUR HOUSE you would probably not know he's there, try to find the 5 differences between han yujin and a statue!!

your parents found him so cute from the start <3 when he presented himself on the doorstep as soon as he arrived.

“hello mr, mrs…” said softly, feeling so small and cornered in his spot made him forget what else he could say ㅠㅠ your parents’ faces brought him back to reality and that's when he noticed the lack of information in his presentation, poor yujin was so ashamed, his first impression to his girlfriend’s parents was completely ruined! but no, he's gonna overcome this situation. yujin is not letting himself look like an idiot in front of his in-laws. “i’m han yujin, your daughter’s boyfriend, it's a pleasure to meet you” finished the sentence with a tiny smile, making your parents feel cuteness overload, you could feel your mother melting only by your boyfriend’s presence.

“it's a pleasure to meet you too, yujin!” the grown woman said with a warm smile, welcoming her son-in-law into her home.

“i’m glad we finally had the opportunity to meet our princess boyfriend,” added your father, giving your partner a few pats on the shoulder.

“sweetie, please bring him to the table! your father and i will be bringing the food” with this request both your parents left you two alone in the lobby and went to the kitchen.

“see? i told you everything would be fine” your words were accompanied by small jumps of happiness, and your hands searched to hold his in an attempt of comfort <3 you could feel your boyfie’s nerves over this important moment, it was so cute…

“i almost ruined it,” said in an undertone, his gaze down to your hands interlacing your fingers together.

“you didn't ruin anything, don't be silly” your commentary made him smile, “okay, let's go to the dining room”

with enthusiastic words, you dragged yujin to the dining table, and now we're back to the present where he was TENSE and it was obvious to everyone, he always replied to every question your parents did, not as an interrogatory! they just want to know the pretty boy you brought home :3 but it was clear that his anxiety and nerves were still there, so your mom pulled the super move!!

“i’m so happy to know that a boy like yujin is my daughter's boyfriend! as parents, we sometimes were scared that she might end up crossing with the wrong people. but now that you were introduced to us, i’m glad to say that i have nothing to worry about” confessed happily your mom.

your dad nodded cheerily, “where did you find a guy like this?” joked adding some fun to the dinner and making the minors laugh.

those words succeed in the task of relaxing the child han yujin! your mother's sweetness mixed with your father’s funny comments made a comfortable and relaxing environment for the young boy who now felt like part of your family ㅠㅠ <3 of course, it would take more time for him to get used to this new dynamic in your relationship, but with such lovely in-laws, it wouldn't be that hard :D

#anon ask #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone yujin #han yujin #han yujin x reader #yujin x reader #yujin fluff #zb1 fluff #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone scenarios #zb1 scenarios #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 imagines

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sequinsmile-x · 3 months ago

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If You Kiss Me Will It Be Just Like I Dreamed It?

Five times Emily and Aaron share different types of first kisses, and one time they actually kiss.

-x-

Hi besties <3

This is part of my Tattoo Kiss series, and fulfils the 'first kisses' prompt. In a move I'm sure won't shock any of you, this got away from me and here we are - another monster of a 5+1 fic haha

This is full of yearning and our two favs just being the definition of idiots in love!

As always, let me know what you think! -x-

Warnings: canon typical injury, sickness, recovery

Words: 6.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily was quickly learning that Jack Hotchner could talk her into anything. All it would take was a flash of his wide smile, innocence he somehow still maintained despite everything he’d been through pressed into his dimples, and she’d find herself agreeing to whatever he asked of her. It’s how she finds herself watching baseball practice on a Saturday morning, her jacket and the cup of coffee cradled in her hands doing nothing to keep the cold spring air away. She smiles as she watches Aaron do his best to control a bunch of five-year-olds all running wild and barely paying any attention to his instructions.

It was odd to see him in this environment, to see him lose his ability to be commanding, his undoing apparently a gaggle of kindergarteners who were seemingly determined to do anything but learn how to play baseball. He’d admitted to her he wasn’t entirely sure about it, that soccer was more his thing, but Haley had started to take Jack to baseball practice during the time they were in hiding - an activity that got them both out of the small apartment they’d been living in. When Aaron had unpacked Jack’s things when he came home, his clothes two sizes bigger than they had been when he’d left, a Little League uniform had been in amongst them. Since then he’d been determined to give his son whatever normality he could, whatever link, no matter how tenuous, to the mother he’d one day forget more about than he’d ever get to remember.

Jack looks over at Emily, waving enthusiastically as he spots her in the small crowd of parents and family. She smiles and unhooks one of her hands around her coffee to wave back. She presses her lips together to try to hide her smile when Aaron looks over too, a habit she was yet to shake in an attempt to contain her happiness in front of the man who was quickly becoming one of her closest friends. He says something to one of the other parents standing near him and he walks over, his hands deep in his pockets as he fails to cover a shiver.

“You came,” he says, his smile turning into one of relief when she holds up the cup of coffee she’d brought for him, “You’re a lifesaver.”

She hums, “So I’ve been told,” she quips, “And of course I came, you know I can’t say no to that little boy of yours, Hotch,” she says, and he raises an eyebrow at her, a conversation they’d had more than once written in his amused smile, “Sorry, Aaron.”

He sips his coffee and looks over his shoulder when he hears Jack calling for him, and he looks back at Emily, “I’ve been summoned - you’re coming for breakfast afterwards?”

She doesn’t even hesitate before she nods, the thought of more time with both him and Jack enough to make her stomach flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time, “Of course.”

It seemed that Jack wasn’t the only Hotchner she had difficulty saying no to.

Somewhere along the way, after they’d tipped from simply being colleagues into friends, she found herself starting to feel more for Aaron. It was absurd, silly in a way that she tried to ignore because she absolutely did not want to fall in love with her boss, but increasingly something she could not ignore. When she found him in the hospital months ago, looking broken and smaller than she thought would be possible for a man who had always seemed so broad, it sparked something low in her gut, feelings that were easy to ignore when his life was unravelling around him, when all he needed was a friend.

She’d made a point of being that friend. She drove him to and from physical therapy appointments, and then work when he insisted on going back. She quietly paid for the hospital bills that his bureau provided insurance did not cover, and wouldn’t accept anything even close to a thank you or an attempt to pay her back when he realised it was her who had done it and not Dave as he’d originally assumed. When Haley died, Emily was his friend then too. She helped with arrangements where he needed help, and even took Jack out shopping to buy the suit he ended up wearing to his mother’s funeral, a small, but devastating, thing she could take off Aaron and Jessica’s plates as they prepared to bury a woman they loved.

It was much easier to be his friend than it was to admit to herself that she wanted so much more than that. She knew she was heading towards having to make a choice, to figure out what role in his life she could bear to play, if friendship would truly be enough in the long run. She’d played happy families before, had occasionally let herself get lost in the fantasy of it all before reality had reared its ugly head and she’d killed a boy to let him live.

She’s distracted by the thought of it, the thought of him and Jack and another little boy with blue eyes she’d once fallen in love with, and when someone yells out duck, she doesn’t, leading to her getting hit square in the face with a baseball.

“Motherfucker.”

The pain crackles from her nose outwards, and she doesn’t capture the curse that escapes when she cups her face with both of her hands. Her vision blurs as she tries to shake off the pain, and she is just about capable of muttering an apology to the fussing mothers sitting around her as they hustle their children away from her just in case she curses again.

“Emily?”

She looks up, groaning when the movement hurts her head even more, and she sees Aaron, with a first aid kit hanging from his hand, and Jack running towards her. In any other circumstances, when she didn’t feel like her nose had been forced back into her skull, she’d find the matching looks of concern on their faces adorable. They end up on either side of her on the bleachers, Jack’s tiny desperate hands on her thigh as he grasps at her jeans, and Aaron’s large, impossibly warm given the cold air, hands on her face.

“Emily, let me look,” he says, encouraging her to let her hands fall away from her face. He looks at her, the intense concentration on his face that she’d seen countless times at work entirely focused on her. He touches her face so delicately, like she’s made of something fragile, and it makes her suck in a breath, “Sorry if it hurts.”

“It doesn’t,” she says, chuckling humourlessly when he looks at her curiously, “I mean, it does, but you’re not hurting me.”

Aaron nods and looks at her again, his concentration returning in full force as he gently tilts her head side to side, “You’re going to have a hell of a bruise, but it doesn’t look broken.”

“More’s the pity,” she quips, swallowing thickly at the feel of his fingers on her skin, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of loss she feels when he pulls away, “My mom always said I could do with a nose job, it would have been the perfect excuse.”

He furrows his brow, and for a moment she thinks he’s going to say something, that he’s to about argue with her, but he doesn’t get the chance, cut off by Jack’s insistence as he stands up next to Emily so he’s face to face with them.

“Daddy, you have to kiss it better.”

Emily sucks in a laugh, that quickly becomes a wince, at the look on Aaron’s face, the mix of shock and fear making him look nothing short of adorable. She takes pity on him and wraps her arm around Jack to steady him, “It’s okay, sweetie.”

Jack shakes his head, his little brows furrowed together, “No, he has to. Otherwise, it won’t get better.”

She presses her lips together and she turns back to look at Aaron, her eyebrow raised in challenge as she hands this over to him to solve. She watches as he battles with himself, a hundred different ways he could deal with this passing across his face in a matter of seconds.

She isn’t sure if she’s shocked or not when he leans forward, hesitating for only half a second before he kisses the very tip of her nose. It’s like time stops, the warmth of his lips against her skin the only thing she can focus on, a sharp contrast to the chill in the air around them, and it takes everything in her not to shiver. It’s like everything has shifted, like questions she hadn’t known how to ask suddenly had answers to them. He pulls back, his smile apologetic, and she almost reaches out for him, almost wraps her hand around his - their apparent embargo on touching each other beyond a simple hug long gone - and tells him he has nothing to be sorry for, but she’s cut off by Jack.

“There, all better.”

“Yeah,” she mutters, avoiding Aaron’s gaze because of how he is looking at her, as if his life had shifted too, and she looks at Jack instead, the love and awe shining in his eyes easier to accept than his father’s, “All better.”

___

Aaron didn’t think he’d ever been closer to yelling at, or firing, David Rossi.

Going undercover had been his suggestion, as had Aaron and Emily posing as a couple as they did so, something frustratingly close to a smirk on his face as he commented that they looked the most believable together.

The worst part was that Aaron knew he was right and that going undercover was the best way to move forward with the case. They were in a stalemate, and on the clock when it came to another victim being taken from the nightclub the unsub used as his hunting ground, and despite his grumbling over his friend’s suggestion that he went with Emily, Aaron wouldn’t want it any other way. He wouldn’t want her by herself in a situation like that, no matter how much she could handle herself, and he wasn’t sure he could stand back and watch someone else with her either.

His irritation wasn’t based on having to pose as her partner, but on the fact it was temporary, that he would be allowed to, all too briefly, give into how he felt about her for everyone to see.

It had happened slowly, crept up on him until he couldn’t remember how it felt to not be in love with her. For a long time, he’d been able to ignore it, to pretend he was overinflating how he felt about her because she was there, because she’d seemed to make it her own personal mission to get him and Jack through the very worst thing they’d ever been through. Then, spurred on by his son and lured in by the smell of Emily’s perfume, vanilla with an undertone of something a little spicy, Aaron kissed her injured nose before he could tell himself all the reasons why it was a bad idea.

It was like he’d been slammed into, his body still moving with the force of everything he’d pretended he couldn’t and shouldn’t feel for her as she stared at him before turning to look at Jack, the little boy a buffer between the two of them as they tried to recalibrate how they felt. Emily came to breakfast with them as promised and only tried to argue with him once when he insisted that he paid, an apology by way of cups of coffee and pancakes for getting her hurt in the first place.

He steps out of the precinct bathroom and sighs as Derek and Dave look at him with their arms crossed over their chests, looking him up and down whilst they scrutinise his appearance.

“He still looks too much like an agent.”

He places his hands on his hips and sighs, “I am an agent,” he replies, “And I already took off my tie.”

“Lose the jacket too,” Emily says from behind them, fussing with the neckline of her dress as they all turn to look at her, “And roll up your sleeves,” she adds, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks up at them, “What?” He has to clear his throat because it suddenly goes dry, the sight of her in a black dress she’d worn once before in front of him, one she’d changed into after she assured him she was okay flirting with the Viper, that she’d dated worse - something he’d never quite stopped thinking about since. She looks beautiful, her hair skipping across her collarbones as she turns her head to look at JJ standing behind her. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

“No,” Aaron says, talking before he can stop himself, “You look…nice.”

He curses himself for that being the only thing he can think of saying when Dave barely covers a laugh at his expense, something that dies in his throat when Aaron glares at him. He shrugs off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves as Emily had suggested, and she smiles as he does so, her eyes lingering on his forearms as they are revealed to the room.

“You too,” she replies, pressing her lips together and clearing her throat, “Shall we get going?”

He nods, but he’s stopped when Derek hums, his smile teasing as they both look over at them, “I don’t know, I don’t buy it.”

Emily sighs, her arms crossed over her chest, “Don’t buy what?”

“You two,” he says, pointing back and forth between them, “I don’t know if I see you as a couple.”

Dave hums, not put off by the way Emily and Aaron both glare at him, and he nods in agreement, enjoying their discomfort, “He’s right. I think we need to see it.”

Emily scoffs, “See what?”

“You two acting like a couple.”

Aaron is about to reprimand them, to put a stop to their teasing because he doesn’t want Emily to feel uncomfortable, but she’s next to him before he says anything, her arm linked through his before she hugs his arm to her chest, a sarcastic smile spreading across her face as she tilts her head at them.

“Is that good enough?” She asks dryly, squeezing Aaron’s arm in a way he knows is for him, not for them and the game they are playing. It’s an attempt to comfort him, something Haley had done countless times before it all fell apart. Care and affection pressed from her fingers to his bare forearm, her skin impossibly soft against his.

Derek shakes his head, taking one more step, toeing the line of irritating them playfully and actually pissing them off, “Still not sure.”

Emily scoffs and she rolls her eyes before she pulls away from Aaron just enough to look at him, smiling apologetically before she leans in to kiss his cheek. Her lips are warm and soft, and the brief moment they are pressed against him are not nearly enough. She gasps loudly enough for just him to hear, her breath skipping across his skin, and he turns his head to look at her, his nose briefly skimming across hers before she pulls away.

“There,” she says, swallowing thickly as she rubs her thumb over where she’d kissed him, buffing away lipstick she’d left in her wake, a temporary tattoo of everything they’d never spoken about rubbed from his skin. She clears her throat and looks over to Dave and Derek, sounding more sure than she looks as they stare at them both slightly wide eyed, as if something that just clicked into place for them both, “Is that good enough?”

Dave and Derek nod in unison, and the former smirks, his eyes shining with mischief as his eyes meet Aaron’s, “Definitely.”

Emily lets go of Aaron, stepping away just enough to smile at him, “We should go, the unsub won’t wait for us.”

He nods, clearing his throat, grateful when his voice doesn’t shake, “Let’s go.”

___

She thinks she should be in more pain.

She knows she’s loaded up on painkillers - the haziness in her head is enough to tell her that - but she still thinks it should hurt more. She almost wants it to, wants to feel the pain she’s sure she deserves to feel so she can distract herself from the fact her funeral had happened just a few hours ago.

She wondered what it meant that part of her wished she had died, that her friends, her family, really were burying her and not a coffin filled with sandbags to match her weight. If she was dead, it would all be over. The pain would be gone, and so would everything else. She wouldn’t be stuck in a bed, every movement a lance to her abdomen, and she wouldn’t be faced with what felt like insurmountable physical therapy. She wouldn’t be waiting on getting just well enough that she could be put on a plane to god knows where, another city in the world tainted by Ian Doyle and the life she’d had with him, the life she’d never entirely been able to outrun.

She knew the team wouldn’t stop looking for him, that they’d hunt him to the ends of the earth even though she was dead to most of them. Revenge and a thirst for justice the only things they thought they had left to give her.

There’s a knock on the door to her room, and she knows it’s Aaron before he opens it. Not only because he’s one of only a small handful of people who knows she’s alive, but because it was so like him to show up today of all days. He smiles at her as he walks in, and she wants to hate him for the sympathy chiselled into his features. If there was one person who she trusted to see her like this, barely able to move and attached to more machines than she thought possible, it would be him.

He knew what it was like to be torn apart and sewn back together and not know if you even wanted to be.

“Hi,” he says, his voice low and quiet in a way he only usually used on Jack.

“Hi,” she replies as he sits on the chair next to her bed. He looks smart, wearing the suit he’d worn to Haley’s funeral too, and it makes her ache, everything she’d never been brave enough to say bitter on her tongue.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, his sad smile the only acknowledgement that it was a silly question.

She hums, her lips turning up into a smile she hopes he doesn’t see through, “Would it be in bad taste if I said ‘like death?’”

He laughs, a sound she thinks she’d fallen in love with before she fell in love with him. It was at odds with the rest of him, loud and bold and almost goofy, and it was the first thing that showed her he was just as human as the rest of them.

“Yes,” he replies, reaching over and placing his hand over hers, gently linking their fingers together without thought, “It would be.”

She smiles, but it fades, and she tries to hold his hand but can’t find the strength, “How was it?”

She almost regrets asking the moment she does, the pain that knits his brows together somehow more painful to bear than Ian’s stake had been, but then he smiles softly at her, a look in his eyes that she won’t allow herself to name here.

“It was…fine,” he says, squeezing her hand again, his thumb running back and forth over the heel of it, “Garcia’s fascinator was outstanding.”

She laughs at that and then groans, pain licking through her from her abdomen outwards, cracking her ribs as it flows through her. She gasps, but even breathing hurts, and everything other than the pain fades away.

Then she hears his voice, gentle reassurances as he tells her it’s okay. She thinks he might call her sweetheart and kiss her knuckles, but she isn’t sure - the line between what was real and what her brain was doing to protect her thinner than ever. Eventually, it gets easier to breathe, and he looks wrung out when she looks at him, and she can’t stop the tears that gather in her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says, kissing her knuckles again, letting her know he had done it a few minutes ago, the sensation strangely familiar even if she didn’t really remember it, “Do you want me to go?”

She shakes her head fiercer than she thought she’d be capable of, “No,” she says, “Please stay. For a while. Unless you need to get home.”

She knew she’d be sent away soon, that these visits from him would stop the moment she was, and she wanted to store away as much of him as she could so she could remember how it felt to hold his hand when she was gone.

“Okay,” he assures her, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

She doesn’t tell him that she wants him to stay forever, so she nods instead, “The nurse will kick you out eventually,” she says, casting a glance at the door to her room, “She’d give Nurse Ratched a run for her money.”

“Then I’ll stay until she makes me leave,” he assures her, squeezing her hand when she tries and fails to squeeze his, happy to be her strength despite there being so much left unsaid between the two of them, “We will get him, Em,” he says, “And we’ll get you home.”

She wants to believe him so much that it burns, makes tears push at the back of her eyes and she nods, even though she isn’t sure she agrees.

“Yeah,” she says, “We’ll get him.”

___

She’s worried when he doesn’t show up for work.

She knows she’s overthinking it, that the terror that had followed her everywhere in Paris, that had lingered in every shadow and followed her home was making her skittish. But it isn’t like him, and it reminds her a little too much of the last time he seemingly disappeared without a trace. She’s strangely proud of herself for making it to lunchtime before she goes to his place, one too many unanswered texts sparking against the already present anxiety in her gut, letting it catch fire and spread through her veins. If the rest of the team thinks anything of it, they don’t say anything, and she’s grateful for it as she walks out of the office uninterrupted.

Emily lets herself into his apartment - this time because she has a key, not because the door has been left open by a man who had tried to destroy him - and instead of finding a pool of blood on the floor she finds Aaron curled up on the couch, used tissues and half-open packets of flu medicine on the coffee table in front of him. The relief is brief, all too fleeting because he doesn’t flinch when she closes the door behind her. She almost trips over her own feet to make it to his side, hitting the floor with a crack in her knees that she hears but doesn’t feel as she touches his forehead, the temperature of his skin making her wince.

“Aaron,” she says, running her hand down his cheek and then to his neck, desperately trying to wake him up. He was always warm. Every time they’d hugged, or on the odd occasion they’d held hands or taken turns to stamp their lips against a cheek or a knuckle, she’d always enjoyed his warmth. It drew her in, like a moth to a flame, something deeply comforting about just being near him. This was different - he was hot, his t-shirt sticking to him with sweat, and she knew she needed to get his temperature down. She shakes his shoulder, the time to be delicate already behind her, and she curses herself for not coming here this morning, “Aaron.”

His head hurts as he wakes up, a grumble coming from somewhere deep inside his chest, and he opens his eyes, “Emily?”

“Yeah,” she says, pushing his hair from his forehead, “It’s me. You didn’t come to work. I was worried.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, blinking heavily, the room spinning around her, “I meant to call. Think I fell asleep.”

She chuckles and it shudders out of her, “I think you did too. Is Jack here?”

He shakes his head as he lets her guide him so he’s sitting up, most of his weight against her side as she sits next to him, “Jess took him this morning.”

“Good,” she says, pleased she only has one Hotchner to contend with when he was this sick, “That’s good. We need to get your temperature down.”

He shakes his head, “I’m okay.”

She places her hand on his cheek, “No, you’re not. I’ll get you some water so you can take some meds, and if they don’t work we’ll need to get you into a lukewarm shower.”

He chuckles, his eyes dazed as they meet hers, “I knew you’ve always been looking for a reason to get me out of my pants.”

She laughs despite herself and she shakes her head at him, knowing he wouldn’t come close to saying anything like that if he wasn’t delirious with fever, “Well, you should know better than to deny a lady what she wants,” she jokes, and she pats his cheek, “I’ll be back in a second, okay?”

She successfully convinces him to take the medication, and he quickly falls back asleep, his head in her lap as he traps her in place - as if she’d ever consider leaving him in this state. She texts Dave to let him know Aaron is sick and that she is looking after him, and she turns on the TV, keeping the volume low even though she’s sure a marching band could tear through Aaron’s living room and he wouldn’t even flinch.

She finds herself running her fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp, doing whatever she can to comfort him even in sleep. She doesn’t know how much time has passed when he twitches in her lap, his grip around her waist tightening.

“No.”

She furrows her brow at the way he gasps, and she does her best to look down at him, but he’s still asleep, his forehead shining with sweat as he frowns at something she cannot see, “Aaron-”

“You can’t hurt her.”

“Aaron,” she says firmly, and his eyes open, but she knows it isn’t just her that he’s seeing, that he’s still in the grip of a nightmare brought on by his fever.

“Emily, it isn’t safe,” he babbles, and she helps him sit up, her hands tight in the material of his t-shirt on his shoulders, “Need to make you safe.”

“Aaron,” she says, repeating his name in the hopes that it will calm him. She stands up and somehow lifts him with her, most of his weight against her side as she encourages him to move, “It’s okay, you have a fever. We’re safe.”

“Need to keep you safe.”

She doesn’t know what he’s seeing, if it’s Foyet, or Ian or both of them, and the only reason she doesn’t cry is because she knows it wouldn’t help anything right now. She gets him into the shower and turns it on, not thinking about her clothes or his as she gets him under the stream of lukewarm water. He’s holding her so tightly that as he slips down the wall she has no choice but to follow, holding his head against her chest, his eyes level with the brand mark hidden by her sodden shirt, and she kisses his forehead.

“You’re okay, honey,” she whispers against his wet skin, the stream from the shower making her hair stick to his and her skin at the same time. She doesn’t care, doesn’t care that her clothes are sticking to her in a way that would usually make her cringe, all she cares about is him and making sure he’s okay. She kisses his forehead again and closes her eyes, finally letting the tears slip free, mixing in with the water falling around them, “I’m right here.”

“Need you to be safe,” he says, his chin chattering even though he’s still burning up, “Can’t lose you too.”

She screws her eyes shut and buries her face in his hair, guilt making her shiver in a way the cold water lashing down on her hadn’t, “You won’t lose me, Aaron,” she promises him, “I’m right here.”

Eventually, his fever passes, and when he’s lucid again he asks her why they are in his shower in their clothes. He gives her sweats and a sweater of his to change into, and neither one of them talks about it when they wake up hours later curled up in his bed.

___

He’s so nervous, it feels ridiculous.

He didn’t remember being this nervous when he asked Haley out back in high school, although she always used to claim she asked him out. It had been a playful joke between them, both of them rewriting that early part of their relationship when they were both young and unburdened by everything life had in store for them.

This felt different. He loved Haley, of course, he had, and he still did and always would, but this was Emily. She was his best friend, his confidant, and he didn’t have to imagine what it would feel like to lose her. Standing over her grave, even though he knew it was empty, had been just as hard as standing over Haley’s. The same feeling of guilt and shame that he hadn’t been able to save her wrapped around his throat as he struggled to breathe. It was a feeling that had made him go to Pakistan, to leave the city haunted by the two women he loved, memories with either one of them painted into every corner.

He’d watched Emily struggle since she came back, seen how she’d desperately tried to fit into a life she wasn’t sure she belonged in anymore, a square piece for a round hole, and at first he’d tried to stand back, to let her help herself, but it proved useless. He’d tried to approach it as her boss initially, something that had felt wrong even as he’d done it, desperate to appeal to the part of her that knew she was going about her recovery all wrong. She promised to come to him on her bad days, and she did, and it felt like a step back towards where they’d once been.

Then, she’d come to his place and found him delirious with the flu, and they’d take big leaping bounds back to where they’d been before Ian Doyle had torn through their lives. It was suddenly as if no time had passed, as if they were back on the precipice of something and she was letting him in. Would let him see the parts of her he thought he’d buried in her otherwise empty casket, slotted amongst sandbags he’d loaded into it himself, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like they might finally get what they both deserved.

He works up the nerve to ask her on a date, a real one with just the two of them at a nice restaurant and a bunch of flowers he’d already started thinking about, and the last thing he needs to do is just ask. Dave keeps telling him to not put it off any longer, that the only two people who didn’t seem to know they were heads over heels for each other were the two of them, but he takes everything his friend says with a pinch of salt. He knew Dave had the next couple of weeks in the office pool for when Aaron and Emily would officially go on a date because Spencer had accidentally copied him in on the email.

He hears Jack’s bedroom door open and then close followed by Emily’s footsteps down the hall, her smile wide as she appears in the living room, “He scammed a second story out of me before he fell asleep,” she says, sitting back down on the couch next to him with a thud, reaching out for her glass of wine, “That son of yours could talk me into anything.”

He chuckles, “Thanks for doing bedtime, you didn’t have to do that.”

She shrugs as if it was nothing, as if the love she had for his son wasn’t everything, and sips her wine, “I wanted to,” she says, reaching for the remote, “Now he’s in bed, how about we watch a movie that isn’t animated.”

He watches her flick through the channels, her feet tucked under her on his couch, drinking a wine he’d bought with her in mind, and she looks so deliciously domestic, so at home in his home, that it leaves him dumbstruck. He’s seen her in all kinds of situations, in sharp suits and beautiful dresses, but he thinks this - in a pair of leggings and a sweater she never gave back to him after she forced him into a shower to lower his fever - is the most beautiful she’s ever been.

“Aaron?” She says, her smile curious, and he shakes his head, physically clearing himself of everything he’d been thinking of, his smile tight as she raises an eyebrow at him, “Are you-”

“Will you go to dinner with me?” He asks, the invite slipping free from his tongue before he can stop it, all the planning he’d done for this moment gone in an instant, swept away by the flutter of her eyelashes as she blinks wordlessly at him.

“Dinner?” She chokes out, the remote abandoned between them now, and he can’t read her expression, all of his training and experience worth nothing in what felt like one of the most important moments of his life.

“Yes, dinner,” he replies, swallowing thickly, “Like a date.”

She presses her lips together, and he thinks it's to stop herself from laughing at him, “‘Like a date?’ or an actual date.”

“An actual date,” he says, his throat dry, because of course, she wouldn’t make it easy on him. But then she’s smiling, the room brighter because of it, and she shifts closer to him, her knee knocking against his thigh.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The relief is overwhelming, his chest collapsing in on itself with the weight of it, “Is that as yes?”

She nods, her eyes shining up at him, “Yes. Of course, it’s a yes.”

For a moment, he thinks he’s going to kiss her, to finally bridge that gap, but he doesn’t. He stamps his lips against her cheek instead and hovers there for a moment, breathing her in before he pulls back, “It’s a date.”

She does laugh at him this time, her fingers pressed against the spot where he’d kissed her, her other hand tight around her wine glass to stop herself from pushing forward and kissing him, happy to let him take the lead.

“It’s a date.”

___

She worried that the date would be awkward, that after everything they wouldn’t know how to be around each other as they transitioned from friends to more.

She knew the second he showed up at her place, a bunch of cat-friendly flowers in hand, that she didn’t need to have worried. He wears a suit she’s seen him in countless times before with a tie she bought him several Christmases ago, and she wears a dress she bought especially for the evening. They don’t have to get to know each other over dinner, they already know each other as well as two people could. It’s just like any other dinner they’d shared, but they hold hands over the table and she doesn’t argue with him over the bill because she knows how important this is to him.

When he walks her to her apartment, she makes a point of moving slowly, not wanting the night to end but unsure for the first time all evening what his next move would be. She smiles at him as she turns to look at him whilst she fishes her keys out of her purse, their faces close enough that she can feel his breath skip across her skin.

“Do you want to come in?” She asks, and he squeezes her hip as he nods, fire burning all the way up into her chest because of the reverence of his touch, “We can have a nightcap.”

He nods again and she unlocks the door, chuckling when Sergio immediately circles her legs, meowing in disdain when he sees she has company.

“Sorry, Serg,” she says, leaning down to pick him up. She cradles him like he’s a baby and scratches between his ears, smiling up at Aaron as she says the next part, “But we talked about this, you’re not the only guy in my life anymore.”

Sergio meows again and scrambles out of her arms, hitting the floor with a graceful thud before he runs off into the apartment, clearly not wanting any part of the rest of their evening.

“Are you sure he won’t mind sharing?” Aaron jokes, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walk towards her kitchen, and she chuckles.

“He’ll get used to it,” she says, pressing her lips together as her eyes flick to his. She’d kissed him so many times, and he’d kissed her, but never properly. She worried she’d built it up too much now, that it could never live up to what she’d imagined since that first time he kissed the tip of her nose on a cold Saturday morning. She meets his eyes and clears her throat, “Wine or scotch?”

“Dealers choice,” he replies, and she chuckles, slipping past him, her hands against her chest as she goes.

“I’ve got a nice bottle that Dave bought me a while ago,” she says, smirking as their eyes meet, “He said to keep it for a special occasion.”

Aaron hums and leans against her kitchen counter, “I have the same one from him. Do you think his cellar is full of it, or that he has stock in that particular brand?”

She chuckles as she pours them both a glass, “I think it might be both,” she quips, walking over to him and handing him his drink, “Here you go.”

The air crackles with the tension between them, and he smiles as he clinks his glass against hers, “Cheers.”

She nods and clears her throat, “Cheers.”

It’s a flash of bravery he doesn’t fully understand that makes him lean forward the moment she swallows a sip of the scotch. He presses his lips against hers, tasting the malty liquor against her skin, and it’s immediately spoiled for him - because expensive bottle or not, he knows it could never possibly taste as good as it does on her. She hums into the kiss, blindly putting her drink down on the counter as she wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer, her fingers trailing through his hair as he abandons his drink too, his hands on her back as he anchors her to him. It’s everything she always knew it would be and more, like he’s scattering her into a million pieces and pulling her back together all at once, and she wonders if this is what a simple kiss is like what else they have to come.

She doesn’t want it to end, doesn’t want what she knows will be her last first kiss to stop, but the need to breathe overwhelms everything else, and she pulls back, her forehead against his as she sucks in a breath, her tongue chasing the taste of him on her lips.

“That was…” she says, the first to speak out of the two of them but unable to finish a sentence. She huffs out a laugh across his cheek, “We should have done that a long time ago.”

He laughs and nods, his forehead knocking against hers before he pulls back to look at her, tucking her hair behind her ear as he smiles at her, “Maybe. But at least we’ve done it now,” he says, leaning forward to stamp his lips against hers, a quick thing, another first, and he pulls back, “And we have forever to catch up.”

She kisses him, unable to stop herself now she’d started, a new addiction she knew she’d never get enough of. There would be plenty of kisses to come - happy, angry, hopeful, sad, comforting and everything in between - but every one of them full of the love neither of them had confessed to yet, but that both of them knew lingered in the air around them and the way they were touching each other.

“Well,” she says, tugging gently on a tie she’d once agonised over for hours before she kisses his lower lip, smiling up at him as she pulls back just enough to speak, “We’d better get started.”

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You | Tord x Reader

Here we go! I'm sorry if this isn't my normal quality, I wrote it while fighting off a headache... but also, I wanted to be a little silly! Because these are silly guys! I hope you enjoy the slight cliffhanger I left it on, hehe! Mwah, mwah!

Warnings: Tord is a bit of a weirdo, stalking behavior, obsession, Tord is 100% making assumptions about you and your personality, love this little freak <3

Words: 1.5k

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Being a quiet person is not always an easy thing.

Some people would think it was. You never have to worry about saying the wrong thing. There were less chances of you offending anyone from your words.

Or, some people think the opposite. "I could never handle being so quiet" they say. It must be a headache to be around so much noise.

And… they were right, in Tord's opinion. It was nice to not have to get stuck in awkward conversations. He had the added bonus of being intimidating, so people eventually got the hint and stopped trying to talk to him. However, he also had to keep enough Advil on hand to tranquilize a small horse, considering he decided to live with the three loudest motherfuckers on the planet. Pros and cons, and such.

There were times when it proved to be nice, though.

Like right now.

The odd occasions where he had the day to himself. Tom and Matt were at work, Edd was visiting his parents, so that left Tord to his lonesome. What a great day.

As much as he would have liked to spend the whole day in the house, he couldn't. He needed to go grocery shopping - the fridge looked abysmal. At least it was warm and sunny outside. Still, he dragged his feet. He really didn't want to go to the store.

Ugh.

He was the son of the Red Leader. He had seen much worse shit. He had killed men in cold blood without batting an eye. He was not going to be bested by the looming possibility of social interaction.

…maybe he needed therapy?

…

Nah.

If Tord ever managed to invent a time machine, the first thing he was going to do was find the person who developed wireless earbuds and give them a kiss.

Being an intimidating looking person was a great way to ward off unwanted conversations. But there were always people who had no sense of self preservation and chose to try and talk to him anyway. Wearing earbuds while he was out helped with that. Nobody was stupid enough to try and deliberately get him to take his earbuds off. (Except Edd and Matt, but they know that they'll get away with it.)

The basket handle on his arm was starting to dig into his arm as he stood in front of the pasta aisle, watching his pet idiots (roommates) argue on the group chat over what type of noodles to get. Edd wanted Ziti, Tom wanted Angel Hair, and Matt wanted Bowtie… for some reason.

Tord was busy calculating the risk vs. reward of banging his head against the shelf until he bled out of his ears when it happened.

You happened.

Through his music, he heard the sound of laughing and giggling. He glanced to the side, expecting a gaggle of obnoxious, immature 20-something year olds with the sole purpose of ruining everyone else's relaxing shopping experience. And that's mostly what it was. But, standing in the middle of them was you.

Hello, you.

You were laughing, just like the others. But not the fake laughter of conformity - no, it was real, genuine laughter. Tord didn't think he had heard anything so beautiful. He even paused his music just so he could hear it in its pure form.

The more he looked, the more he saw of you. You were like the sun, so golden and bright compared to these others you were standing with. He could tell you weren't like them, he could tell you weren't using some made up personality to try and fit in.

What the hell were you doing with people like that?

Then, you were moving. Your little group had apparently decided the joke wasn't funny anymore, so you were moving on. Disappearing into the next aisle. Disappearing from his life.

Tord threw a couple boxes of noodles into the basket without even looking at it, shoving his phone back in his hoodie pocket and moving on to the next aisle. He pretended to deliberate over what brand of laundry detergent to get as he subtly watched your group at the other end of the aisle. He was able to get a better look at you.

You were wearing a brightly colored cardigan, wool by the looks of it, that perfectly matched the colors of your earrings and purse. You liked to coordinate your outfits. You had on a little skirt that teased just enough of your thighs to draw attention without being slutty, but you also had black tights on. You liked to look attractive while still feeling like you were being modest. Your earrings and the clip in your hair looked like they had been bought from the girls' department store in the mall right across from Matt's store, that was always playing mind numbing pop songs and had unicorns everywhere. You liked cutesy, almost juvenile things.

Tord wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything about you.

A peaceful day all to his lonesome where he would force himself to get groceries before wasting the day away on the couch quickly shifted - now, he was spending the rest of the afternoon with you.

Well, almost.

You and your friends were walking around town, enjoying the warmth and dipping into any stores that caught your attention. Tord was also walking around town, a good distance behind your group, enjoying your warmth and drinking in every detail he could get.

And he had learned plenty.

He had no idea why you were friends with these people. From what he could tell, you were stifled in this group. They would talk over you, ignore things that you pointed out, refuse to go to stores that you wanted to go to, tease and taunt you, and walk ahead of you. Despite it all, you always kept a smile. You kept shining, kept illuminating the area around you.

They don't deserve your light.

Oh, but you knew that, didn't you? You knew, but you were so sweet and gracious that you gave it to them anyway. Maybe if you shone bright enough, warmed their skin enough, they would finally give you attention.

Tord would give you that attention. He already was, and you weren't even giving him your sunlight.

And he never would ask you to.

No, your sunlight was going to be a gift that he had to earn. It would be a blessing that he was going to work hard to have bestowed upon him.

He would never exploit you.

Like they did.

Tord slipped into the coffee shop, running a hand through his hair. The warm weather was causing a light amount of sweat to gather on his skin.

He pretended to look across the overfilled menu, taking in the names of all the absurd drinks available. He already knew what he was going to get.

"Hi, welcome in! What can I get started for you today, sir?"

The barista was smiling at him too much. Her eyes drifted down his chest, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pupils her dilated. She was checking him out.

Not that he cared. On an objective standard, she was pretty. But she didn't shine. She wasn't sunlight. She didn't brighten up the entire room just with her smile. She didn't make the birds sing by just looking in his direction.

She wasn't you.

"Iced Americano."

"Will that be all for you? We have a whole menu of signature flavors. I'd recommend-"

"Just an Americano."

The barista blinked in surprise when he cut her off. Typical. A pretty person with a shallow mind that couldn't comprehend the idea of a person not being interested in them. She huffed softly before ringing him up and telling him his total.

He paid, then turned to go sit and wait for his order to be made. He didn't get very far, though, before he almost ran into someone.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't looking where I was going!"

It was you.

You were talking to him.

You were looking at him.

You were so warm.

"It's fine."

As Tord fled like a fucking coward, you gave him a sweet smile. You smiled at him. And he just walked away. Asgardians above, his father would have been so disappointed in him.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat at a window table, watching your friends snicker at the coffee shop mascot.

"Mate, you've been out shopping for like 4 hours. Where are you?"

Edd's voice drifted out from his phone speaker as Tord pressed the screen to his cheek.

"Something came up."

"Did you get the bowtie noodles? Did you? Tord?"

There was a muffled 'Matt, get off me' and some shuffling fabric before Edd's voice returned.

"The fuck do you mean something came up?"

Tord glared at the boy you were talking to, watching you give him an adorable pout. Oh, the things Tord would do to you.

"I found the perfect girl for us."

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