#she's smiling because silly is making faces

[trinity15]

CATWOMAN

Lando Norris x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

Summary: Lando's friends set him up on a blind date with a girl he apparently has nothing in common with until she starts talking about her four cats.

To my cat and Lando girlies (me ✋😔). Special mention to my cats Kimi and Max. I came up with this after recalling a conversation I had with my father about what drivers names you could give a cat.

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The date couldn't be going any worse. Two months ago his friends had convinced him that they had the perfect girl for him, and now that she was in front of him and the date was almost over he wasn't so sure about it.

She was pretty, for sure, but they where the complete opposite and the situation was becoming more and more akward. Lando was beginning to wonder why he had accepted Max's idea.

On the other hand, Y/n was defenitelly calling Pietra once the date was over to tell her that she appreciates her effort but that the date had been an absotute dissaster.

Two months before the date, Y/n and Pietra had met after not having seen each other for a long time. Pietra had told her friend that she had something very important to tell her. They went to a café and just sat down to talk.

"Y/n I have an idea" Y/n's face changed. Pietra was the typical person who always thought of something that didn't make sense, but says it anyway. She was Bubbles from The Powerpuff Girls in real life, but Y/n loved her anyway and she would always be one of her best friends.

"Tell me your idea Pietra" Y/n smiled at her and her friend's eyes lit up. She was excited to tell her her idea and she really hoped that Y/n would accept her proposal.

"Hear me out, a blind date" Y/n frowned, confused. A blind date? What did Pietra mean by that? She knew she had crazy ideas, but she'd expected anything but that.

"A blind date? But you're already dating Max!"

"No, silly, a blind date for you. Besides, I've got the perfect person for you" Y/n wasn't very convinced with the idea but she could only accept because her friend looked excited and deep down she was curious to know who was the person Pietra wanted to set her up with. "Ah, but don't talk about Formula 1, and don't mention your cats either".

Now, sitting in front of none other than Lando Norris, she understood why Pietra had said that. She knew perfectly well who he was. Y/n had loved Formula 1 since she was a child and still followed the sport. Nor was she surprised that her date was Lando. She knew perfectly well that Pietra's boyfriend, Max Fewtrell, was Lando's best friend. What she didn't expect was to be paired with him.

They were both equally silent. Y/n had been forbidden by Pietra to talk about the only thing she had in common with Lando: Formula 1. And on the other hand, to Lando, Max had warned him that if he mentioned his work, his date would get bored and leave, which he was very wrong about, but he didn't know it.

They had tried to talk about movies, she liked rom-coms, but he liked action movies. They had also mentioned their favourite food. She loved sushi, he hated fish. She had tried to tell him a couple of anecdotes, which Lando had listened to attentively as he searched his mind for some experience of his own that didn't involve Formula 1, but it was impossible. Formula 1 was his job, it was also part of his day to day life. It was his entire life. And it was also a forbidden topic of conversation on this date.

"Fuck it," Lando thought. If the date was already sucking he wasn't going to risk much if he mentioned the sport, after all, it couldn't get any worse. The girl had really charmed him physically and had a sweet way of talking, it annoyed him that he didn't have anything in common with her because he had liked her.

"Do you know what formula one is?" Lando threw out the question. He expected either a fake answer saying she didn't know anything so he would start talking to her about it or she would start telling him it was a boring sport and that it was just cars running around in circles. However, her answer surprised him.

"Yes, of course. I've been following the sport since I was a little girl." She did know what Formula 1 was and still watched it, which meant she knew who he was.

"So you know who I am?"

"Yes, I know who you are. Do I have to tell you your whole biography or is that enough?" She had said it as a joke, a sarcastic comment to lighten the mood, however it had sounded edgy and Lando had frowned. "Sorry Lando, I have a weird humour and sometimes it seems like I'm being very rude."

Lando shook his head downplaying it so Y/n wouldn't worry. "So you do like it? It's just that Max told me not to mention it because you'd get bored" Y/n laughed. A light, genuine laugh. It amazed her how Max and Pietra had been able to conclude that she and Lando would be a good match and not know one of the few things (or the only one) they had in common.

"Pietra just told me not to mention it, and not to talk about my cats either. I've lasted long enough, it's usually the first thing I mention." Now Lando was curious, he wanted to know more about her cats and why Pietra hadn't let her talk about them.

"What about your cats?" The question seemed to cheer her up, because when Lando looked at her her eyes had begun to sparkle with excitement. That brought a sincere smile to his lips.

"I have four cats and they're all named after Formula 1 drivers." Lando raised his eyebrows in surprise and smiled even wider. The joy and enthusiasm in Y/n's words was infectious.

He was mentally thanking himself for bringing up that topic of conversation because, the once awkward date had now become very entertaining and he didn't want it to end.

Lando leaned forward and rested his arms on the table, attentive to what Y/n was saying. "It all started with my first cat. I adopted him when he was a kitten and since he was running everywhere I named him Kimi after Kimi Raikkonen."

"So you decided that since one was named after a driver the rest were too?" and as if Lando was inside her mind he formulated the next thing she was going to say in the form of a question. Y/n smiled and nodded before continuing.

"Yeah well, sort of. Then I adopted Max, he already had that name when I adopted him and I took it as a sign." Lando's smile didn't disappear, let alone Y/n's enthusiasm.

He had earlier planned to skip dessert to leave as soon as possible but now he was calling the waiter to bring them the menu and pick one. Anything to keep Y/n talking. "Wait, pick a dessert and then tell me more about it."

Y/n asked the waiter for a brownie and Lando ordered a cheesecake. The waiter returned almost immediately and left the plates on the table.

"As I was saying, then I found a kitten in a dumpster. She had just given birth and was malnourished. I took her and her kittens to the vet." Lando's face took on a worried expression. He had always loved animals, and it made him very sad to hear such stories. "The cubs didn't make it through the night, but the mother was recovering," Y/n continued as she ate her dessert.

"Did you adopt her?" It was a rhetorical question, she was telling him about her cats, of course she adopted her, but Lando just wanted Y/n to see that he was actually paying attention.

"Yes. She's the only girl cat I have. Her name is Senna, after Ayrton Senna."

"And the fourth one?"

"The fourth one, I adopted him because a friend's cat had kittens and she couldn't keep them. I called him Chilli." Lando frowned. Chilli? No one's called Chilli on the grid. Wasn't that a meal?

"Chilli?" he asked.

"Yes. Carlos Sainz is called Chilli, weren't you one of his best friends?" Y/n joked and Lando replied with a sarcastic laugh, but with a smile on his face.

"So they are called Kimi, Max, Senna and Chilli?" Y/n nodded. Lando could tell how happy it made her talk about her cats. "And why aren't any of them named Norris?"

"Okay I didn't know you were so self-centered" Y/n jokingly replied to him. "Maybe the next cat, who knows."

In the end the date ended well and they agreed to go on another one, maybe in the end they could be a good couple as Pietra and Max had thought. They both decided not to tell their friends anything, to tell them that the date had been a disaster and then, if they ended up being something, then tell them, to see their reaction.

5 months later

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[gf2bellamy]

not to break your heart and make you sad but how do you think dad spencer wouldve coped in prison away from his kid(s)

girldad!spencer strikes again.

spencer would not cope well in prison. at all.

his mind would be consumed by thoughts of his daughter. the idea of missing out on her life, of leaving you to raise her alone, would eat at him constantly.

he’d feel physically ill, every time he remembered he wasn’t there to tuck her in at night.

when you visited, you’d bring him drawings she made for him. he’d try so hard to keep it together, but the second you handed them to him, his breath would hitch. he’d hang them up in his cell, but every time he looked at them, his eyes would burn.

they were his only comfort, yet they also reminded him of everything he was missing.

you’d never bring her to see him in prison, and he’d never ask you to. the thought of her seeing him behind glass, in a jumpsuit, surrounded by guards, it would destroy him.

he’d rather she remember him as the man, the one who carried her on his shoulders and read her stories, not like this.

at home, she’d ask about him. "where’s daddy?" 

you’d kneel down, brushing her hair back, forcing a smile. "he’s just working, honey. he’ll be back soon."

sometimes, you’d buy her a new toy or book and say it was from him, just so she wouldn’t forget how much he loved her.

he’d write her letters, pages and pages of them. filled with bedtime stories, silly jokes, and promises of all the things they’d do when he got home. when you read them to her, she’d giggle, hugging the paper like it was him. and when you visited spencer, you’d recount every detail, how her face lit up and how happy she was.

the worst moments were the quiet ones.

lying on his bunk, staring at the ceiling, wondering if she was crying, if she was scared, if she even remembered his voice. he’d press his hands over his face, shoulders shaking, because the guilt was suffocating.

he keeps track of her age down to the hour. he knows exactly how old she is at any given moment.

“4 years, 7 months, and 6 days,” he’ll murmur to himself like a mantra, over and over.

he re-reads her letters and drawings until the pages are worn. he knows every scribble, every crooked heart by memory. sometimes he traces the lines with his fingertip, pretending her tiny hand is in his.

he dreams about her constantly. sometimes it’s her running into his arms in the backyard. sometimes it’s a nightmare, her calling out for him and he can’t reach her.

he tries to teach her through his letters. little lessons disguised as stories: "did you know butterflies taste with their feet?"

he wants her to always feel like he’s still guiding her, even from far away.

he imagines your life at home constantly. he pictures you making her breakfast, tying her shoes, buying her new dresses. he imagines you brushing her hair the way he used to, and he can’t decide if it makes him feel better or worse.

he feels crushing guilt. even though it wasn’t his fault. even though you tell him every visit: “you did nothing wrong.”

he still blames himself. for leaving you to do everything alone. for leaving his daugher to grow up without a dad. even if it was just for 3 months.

you’re his anchor. your voice. your smile during visits. the way you tell him stories, “she made a new friend at school.” the way you never stop believing in him. he’d fall apart completely without you.

he can’t let go of the image of her the day before he was taken away. whatever she was wearing, whatever she said. he plays that day over and over. he didn’t know it would be the last time he tucked her in for who knows how long. if he had, he would’ve held her longer.

he swears he’ll make it up to both of you one day. he doesn’t know how, or when, but in his mind, he builds a future where you’re together again.

[wendichester]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ agent castiel… sort of,

summary. you brought cas along to help you on a case. good decision? verdict isn't out yet.

pairing. castiel x reader genre. silly

wordcount. 633

notes / warnings. cas being cas™, upside-down badge, reader trying not to lose it, soft mutual affection if you squint

You really, really shouldn't have let Castiel come on this case.

Not because he’s a bad partner—he’s actually weirdly efficient once you point him in the right direction. And he does smite like no one else. But Jesus Christ, the man cannot bluff to save his life.

Or yours.

Or anyone’s, really.

You’re halfway through your third FBI impersonation of the week, interviewing a traumatized nurse in the hallway of a small-town ER, when Cas finally opens his mouth.

And promptly ruins everything.

“I believe the man you treated last night was possessed by a demon,” he says, tone flat. “You should consider burning the bedsheets.”

You don’t even turn your head. Just close your eyes. Breathe.

The nurse blinks. “I—I’m sorry, what?”

Cas looks her dead in the eye, completely unbothered. “His soul was compromised. Demonic presence. The sulfur levels in the room were abnormally high.”

“Agent—uh…” she squints at his badge. “Your ID is upside down.”

You do turn this time.

And sure enough—there’s Cas, standing tall and proud with his fake FBI badge clipped to his trench coat backwards. Photo facing inward. Name tag half-ripped. It looks like he stole it from a cereal box.

You slap your hand over your mouth before the laugh can escape. You don’t even try to fix it anymore. It’s happened three times this week.

“Apologies,” you say quickly to the nurse, her eyes still wide. “My partner's been working long hours. Bit of a burnout case. He thinks he’s on Supernatural.”

Cas leans in and whispers, “Are we not supposed to tell her about the demon?”

“No, Cas,” you whisper back, biting back a grin. “That’s literally the opposite of what we’re supposed to do.”

He blinks at you. “But the truth is helpful. Humans cannot fight what they do not understand.”

You turn to the nurse again. “I’m gonna need you to disregard most of what he just said.”

“I think I need to sit down,” she replies faintly.

You finally drag him out into the parking lot, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.

Cas follows like a very confused golden retriever. “I don’t understand. Why lie? The demon was there. And the sulfur was detectable.”

“That’s not the point,” you mutter. “We’re trying to blend in, Cas. Not get tossed in a straitjacket.”

He tilts his head. “Why would they arrest someone for telling the truth?”

You stare at him.

And—goddammit—you can’t even be mad. He looks genuinely baffled. Like someone just told him the sky is a lie and sandwiches are a myth.

You sigh. “Okay, okay. Let’s try again. Humans don’t like having their reality shattered. Especially by some dude in a trench coat talking about sulfur and soul rot like it’s normal.”

“But it is normal.”

“To us, sure. But not to civilians. We keep it vague. Unexplained phenomena. Gas leak. Bear attack, if you’re lazy.”

Cas frowns. “You frequently blame bears.”

“You’d be surprised how much that gets you out of,” you say.

He considers that. Then: “Can I still mention the sulfur?”

“Only if you want us detained for a psych eval.”

Cas narrows his eyes at his badge. “And this must be… right side up?”

You nod.

He flips it. Stares at it again.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Cas. That’s what the words are for.”

He looks at you. Then smiles. Just a little.

“I’m not good at this,” he says.

You huff. “Yeah, but you’re learning.”

He holds out the badge.

You take it and clip it properly to his jacket.

He doesn’t move. Just watches your hands. The quiet reverence in his posture makes your chest ache a little.

“There,” you say. “Now you’re just socially awkward instead of fully terrifying.”

Cas blinks. “Is that an improvement?”

You grin. “For you? Huge.”

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[iizora]

Hi, can i ask for something with Mira from KPDH?

Fem reader being Mira's secret girlfriend and finaly meeting her friends ( Rumi and Zoey )

Or Just Mira with a half demon girl

( you can ignore this if you want, also sorry for the bad english, my first language is brazilian portuguese )

Blossoming love

Sry this took a while to make each time I tried to write. Something would go wrong The first day my phone was acting up then I fell asleep next my stomach was hurting so bad I physically could write and now my figures hurt I pushed through the pain tho 😭

One word to describe you, lonely very very lonely. You had friends but none of them actually talked to you unless they needed something. So getting the best girlfriend anyone could ask for in the hardest time of your life was not something you could imagine.

The first time you met her was 3 years ago at a small bakery no one new ever came there. the surprise to see a new face walk in almost forgetting all greetings and just stared in awe of the beautiful girl in front of you.

Her fiery red hair and gorgeous brown eyes distracted you from the fact she was talking to you with a never changing look on her face "Are you listening" her voice finally cut through to you as you snap your poshter straight instantly focused nodding yes.

Despite that awkward first meeting she instantly became a new regular and your favorite customer. Her seemingly cold demeanor didn't bother you in the slightest because of how honest she was with you. Honesty was the foundation of your relationship the mural trust and being able to relax and talk to each other without feeling pressured to change a thing about each other.

It's been 2 years since dating and for your upcoming anniversary the thought of meeting her friends was so exciting there were other people that made her feel like she could be herself and you wanted to thank them for making her feel so welcome. It took three tries to get her to say maybe the fourth time she finally gave in, she probably would have said yes sooner if it wasn't for the danger that followed her and her friends.

The rush of excitement hands slightly trembling as you both hide from paparazzi and fans to get you to the hotel that the girls were staying in. It was so luxurious it made your house feel like a small walking closet with three pairs of clothes and 2 mismatched shoes.

Entering the room to see the two girls on the couch the purple haired girl spotted you immediately sending a friendly wave with a welcoming smile it didn't take long for the black hair to snap her neck to where the wave was sent face brightened up when her eyes landed on you.

Shuffling through to greet you "hi am Zoey. we've heard so much about you, can't believe where actually meeting, how did you guys meet tell me everything!" She excitedly shook your hand talking in an incredibly fast pace as the purple hair was just as nice as she was you could tell she didn't really fully trust you.

There silly gestures and additude got a annoyed groan from Mira as you all talked telling your perspective of meeting Mira and all the cute moments you two had, she was trying to stop you from saying something embarrassing but rumi eventually dropped her 'dad interrogating new boyfriend additude' once she realized you wouldn't hurt mira's heart.

The whole night was filled with laughter and lots of snacking you ended up going to a fancy restaurant trying to restrain yourself from eating so much but helplessly failed as they pampered you with food it was safe to say this trio was more then happy to welcome you in.

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Hiii! Omg I just found out about your blogs, and I'm so inlove with them ><!!!

I was wondering if I could request a very wholesome fic for a girl dad!kaminari denki where in he found out the reader put their daughter on a 20 minutes timeout because of something silly she does and then denki telling his daughter she'd talk to the reader to negotiate only for denki to comeback on her daughter with a 2-hour timeout 🤣🤣. Them both facing the wall. I'll just think his daughter with totally get her silly personality with her dad and would constantly cause chaos when their together. THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH! 💞💞

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😍 this was actually so fun to write, daddy Denki is such a heartwarming thought 😭

Denkis favourite part of his day was when hed get home and become bombarded as soon as his girls heard the front door unlock. As soon as the click echoed through the house, both you and your daughter would run towards the opening door, almost fully tackling him as he entered, wide eyed with his cheek splitting grin. Both of you would engulfed him, you the upper half of him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and smothered his face in kisses, and your daughter clawing at his legs, squeezing every ounce of blood out of his knees she possibly could. It was heaven on earth every single day, until it wasnt.

Today, he put his keys in the door and swung it open, arms outstretched as usual, bracing himself for the impending impact only to be met with nothing. He glanced around and heard silence, closely followed by a small tiny huff coming from the most devastating and terrifying corner of the house. The time out wall. He creeped inside to see a bundle of frizzy yellow hair, tied together in pigtails as they lay pressed against the wall. No, not his perfect little princess…how had the wall claimed her as a victim again for the second time this week?! He fell to his knees, dramatically crying out to her as he outstretched his hand,

“Baby girl no, what happened? How did you get tricked into falling for the walls plot again?! Why must it hold you there against your will?”

Her emerald green eyes perked up as the pout on her face swiftly changed into a cheesy grin.

“Mummys mean. Heard her fighting at bedtime and makin daddy cry. No one makes hero daddy sad so I zappy zappy’d her butt. Now I get time out.”

It took all of his might not to break out into impossible laughter. She’d heard you two having adult time and unfortunately heard the way that youd made him beg for you. She was only three but apparently very protective of her father’s emotional well being. He quickly scooped her up, tickling her and kissing her forehead before popping her back down,

“I got you lightning bolt, I’ll talk to mummy and see if we can all go for ice cream instead. I got this dont you worry!” He winked and did his hero pose at her, pointing his finger gun at her as she copied him and laughed,

“Gid her daddy! Zappy zappy her butt too!”

“I will princess don’t worry, I definitely will zappy zappy her butt.”

He walked into the kitchen to see you applying an ice pack to your lower hip, frustration and annoyance slapping your face as your eyes transfixed on him. He tried his best to flash an apologetic smile your way, tried to slowly walk towards you as you shot him daggers from across the room.

“Your daughter is an A-hole.”

“Hey! My pretty princess is not….that. Shes just, protective. After all, you made her daddy cry last night at bedtime apparently so, if anything it is kinda your own fault fuzzy beautiful….”

“Thats the last time I use that toy on you again then.”

“NO PLEASE…I mean, maybe it’s not ENTIRELY your own fault, but….the time out wall? I thought we were heros spark plug, not disgusting deprived villains….not the wall, cmon…”

Your eyes stared into him as the ice pack started to warm, why did both your quirks have to mix to make an electric whip. Why. God why. You raised an eyebrow at him as he held his hands up in surrender as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“If Shes going to whip me with her quirk then I have to tell her off. Shes gotta know you can’t just whip people because they annoy you.”

“Can’t you? Isn’t that how we got together…..”

You deadpanned your face to show your annoyance, as if it wasnt already extremely obvious.

“Dont.”

“Im just saying….”

“One more word snd youll be joining her chargebolt.”

“Full government hero name, ouch.” He pretended to be shot in the heart with your hurtful remark, only annoying you further. “What if I whip you instead? I did say id zappy zappy your butt after all, you gonna let me in there tonight or?”

Her tiny little eyes had been following the little money spider dancing along the wall when all of a sudden a giant shadow was cast over her. She turned her head to see Denki with his head low, arms behind his back as he then pressed his head to the wall infront of him. Her eyes glanced up to him as he stood over her, eyes closed and huffing.

“Daddy time out too?”

“Yeah….how long did you get?”

“Mummy said 20 mins”

“Only 20?! I got 2 hours!”

“No ice cream?” She looked down defeated as her dreams of strawberry ice cream flittered away. He pulled out two ice lollies from his back pocket and winked down at her,

“If daddy says ice cream, then you’ll always get ice cream. Just don’t tell mummy okay?”

[momo-kageyama]

The Voice You Never Forget

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Anime: One Piece

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Loki x R.femele.

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Loki, the dreaded prince of Elbaf, lived a lonely and brutal childhood, until the day when, as a baby, he was found by Albare - an older giant girl, with grayish blue skin, eyes the color of the crystal sea and a serene beauty. She was the first to treat him with affection, making faces for him to smile even when he was hurt and crying. After that day, she disappeared.

Loki spent years looking for her in silence, even without knowing if it was real or just an old dream

Years later, already a powerful and feared prisoner in the depths of Elbaf's underworld, Loki received an accidental call from Den Den Mushi. It was her. Albare. The voice he never forgot.

"You're the woman I loved. And it still is."

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"The First Smile"

The sky over Elbaf was hiding in gray mists when the baby was thrown into the Underworld, in an act of denial. Still covered by the blood of birth, Loki fell into the ancestral abyss, his cries swallowed by the dark and cold vastness.

For days, maybe weeks, he crawled between rocks and monstrous roots, his skin hurt by the cutting wind, his tiny hands bleeding on the scales of the dead beasts that served as food and shelter.

His eyes were blindfolded, because his mother had said: "These eyes should not see the world."

But the world saw him - and rejected him.

Or so he thought.

That morning when the cold bit deeper, Loki reached the top of the Adam Tree. The branches formed a living staircase, and among broken vines and corpses of beasts, the giant baby climbed as if guided by something that not even he understood.

That's when he saw you.

You were there. Sitting on one of the broad roots like walls, with the morning sun touching her black hair like an abyss, falling in cascades on her broad shoulders. His face covered by a mysterious fringe, hiding an eye. The other - crystal blue, like the summer sea - stared at the world with patience and sadness.

Her skin was grayish blue, like polished stone in the light of dawn, and her silhouette brought the firmness of legendary warriors. And even though she was just a girl, a few years older, in her eyes there was something old. Something maternal. Something eternal.

When you saw that baby bleeding, crying and trying to hide his face, you didn't back down. He didn't judge him. He didn't ask.

You just lifted him in your arms with sweetness, as if he were made of porcelain from the heavenly seas. His body was shaking. The bandages on his eyes were soaked with blood.

He cried with pain, cold, fear - and confusion.

He had never been touched with affection.

So you started making silly faces. Laughing. Making strange sounds. Covering his mouth with his hands. He didn't understand. He tried to resist.

But his gestures were kind. Ridiculous. True.

The crying turned into hiccups.

The sobs in silence.

And, for the first time......He laughed.

It was a small sound, like the rantling of new leaves. But it was real.

And you said, with a firm and low voice, almost a whisper:

"You're not cursed. You were only born in a world that doesn't know how to deal with different light."

There, baby Loki met the heat.

Not the heat of the fire.

But the warmth of affection.

You wrapped him in your own mantle. She stayed next to him until she fell asleep. He took care of his injuries. Cleaned your face. And when he opened his eyes, even blindfolded, you said:

"If no one looks at you anymore... I'll go."

At that moment, the heart of the future "Cursed Prince" planted its first flower.

A flower made of affection, memory and longing.

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Years later, already imprisoned, surrounded by chains and hatred, Loki still murmurs a forgotten name. In dreams, he sees crystal clear sea blue eyes. A shy smile. A warm touch.

And, even if I've never seen you again...

He still remembers you. The only one who didn't call him a monster. The only one that made him smile before learning to hate.

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– The Voice That Is Never Forgotten

Years had passed since he last saw the light.

Loki, now called "Cursed Prince", was locked in the depths of Elbaf, his body wrapped in seastone chains, his pride torn, his heart cold like the place where he was left to die as a baby.

He spoke little. Only to the animals that still visited him. Sometimes, I laughed at things that no one said. He hated the world with fervor - but deep down, a piece of him was still waiting for something.

Something... or someone.

Until one day, between the lost and forgotten frequencies of Den Den Mushi chained to the stone wall... a mistake happened. Or maybe, it was destiny.

- "Hello?" - said the voice on the other side.

He almost hung up. He ALWAYS hung up.

But not this time.

The voice was soft. Like a ray of sunshine touching ancient ice.

And strangely... familiar.

He didn't say anything.

She repeated:

- "Is there anyone there? I can hear you breathe, you know?"

Loki remained motionless. Blindfolded by habit. His blood had been calming down for days. But for some reason, his heart raced.

And then... she started singing.

It was a silly, sweet song, made for children. With invented syllables and repetitions that calmed the soul.

But he knew that melody.

He had already heard her... when he was a baby.

And everything came back.

The dead beasts.

The pain.

The bangs over the eye.

The ridiculous grimaces.

The first smile.

Loki held Den Den Mushi with trembling hands, as if he were made of glass.

- "Who are you...?" - he whispered, his voice hoarse, for the first time in years not loaded with hatred.

The answer came with the calm that only those who keep time in their chest can offer:

- "I'm Albare."

It was like hearing a thunder inside your own chest.

That name.

That sound.

That forgotten world.

He didn't say anything. Silence took over Elbaf's Underworld.

But Den Den Mushi's snail smiled. The smile was the same as when she made faces at him in childhood.

- "Do you still remember me?" - she asked.

He wanted to lie. I wanted to mock. He wanted to act like the monster the world believed he was.

But all he could say was:

- "You made me smile... when I still didn't know what it was like to live."

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The call lasted for hours. And in the end, no word was said. Only soft songs. Healing silences.

For the first time since childhood, Loki slept in peace.

With his head leaning against Den Den Mushi. And a sacred name kept on the lips:

"Albare."

He dreamed of light - but not the sun. It was the blue light of an eye between dark fringes. It was the smell of roots and wind. And the sound... of that voice.

- "You woke up..."

The phrase echoed through the silence of the cell, coming from little Den Den Mushi who rested on a moss-covered stone, like a forgotten altar.

Loki opened his eyes slowly. The sound of the current creaking on his wrist echoed low, scratching the rock. He smiled, a crooked smile, without humor.

- "Are you still there, Albare?"

On the other side of the line, her voice was soft, but firm as an old tree trunk:

- "Where else would I be?"

There was a brief silence. And then, he replied:

- "Away from me. Like everyone else."

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Despite the time that separated them, they talked every night.

She asked questions. Sometimes direct. Sometimes subtle.

He answered. Sometimes angry. Sometimes with pride. And, little by little... with truth.

Albare heard horrible stories.

Loki told - almost always laughing - how he burned cities, killed powerful men, and how it took the strength of all Elbaf's giants to arrest him.

He spoke as if each tragedy were a medal.

- "You don't understand... they called me a monster. So I was the monster they deserved."

But there was something in his voice that didn't match the hatred.

Something cracked.

Albare never interrupted. I just heard.

And when he finished, she always asked:

- "Is that really what you wanted? Destroy everything?"

And he never knew how to answer.

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Over time, she began to tell about her life as well.

About the lonely days at the roots of the Adam Tree, about how it felt "too big for the world, but too small to be heard".

She sang to him sometimes.

And he leastened, in silence.

Little by little, Loki started talking about things he didn't tell anyone:

Of the nights when I cried without knowing why.

From dreams with blue eyes.

From an old laugh that I heard in the middle of blood and flames.

And one day, he said softly:

- "You were the only one who saw me."

She replied:

- "And I still see it."

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A new ritual—

The cell hasn't changed. The chains were still cold. The guards still called him damned.

But every night, when closing his eyes, Loki knew:

Albare would be there.

Not with promises.

Not with mercy.

But with presence.

And in his world, made of stone, ice and silence, that was all.

—————————————————————————

"Wait for You" - Between Currents and Time

Loki was never good at waiting.

Since childhood, his nature was wild, impulsive - made of lightning, not watches.

But there was only one thing he always hoped for.

You.

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When he was little, lost in the roots of the Adam Tree, dirty with earth and loneliness, he looked at the tall branches, hoping to see her come again.

The baby you saved, the boy you hugged, came back to the same place every day. I stayed there for hours. Observing. Waiting for the branches to move...

May the wind blow your perfume...

May the crystalline blue eyes reveal themselves behind the dark fringe...

But you didn't come back.

And over time, he began to tell himself that you never existed. That it was just a delirium. A fantasy created by the mind of a cold baby.

But he never stopped looking.

Not even to wait.

—————————

Now, decades later, in the midst of the darkness of the Underworld, he waited again.

But now, it was no longer because of his silhouette.

It was by the sound of Den Den Mushi vibrating weakly on the wall.

For the first words of the night.

- "You woke up..."

- "Albare..."

And as much as he pretended to be bored, no matther how much he mocked his own dependence, the truth was simple:

He lived for this connection.

He felt it when you were late.

I was annoyed, like an abandoned child.

He pretended he didn't care, but his chest tightened as if he relived that childhood abandonment.

And then, when the snail finally blinked...

When the voice emerged, warm and firm...

He relaxed.

As if for a few minutes, the whole world made sense again.

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One night, he murmured:

- "Did you know that when I was little... I went back to that place every day?"

You were silent, listening.

- "I told myself it didn't matter. That you wouldn't come back anyway. But even so... I would come back. Every time."

His voice faltered.

A rare tone of vulnerability crossed the usual coldness.

- "Now I stay here... stuck like an animal... and even so, I find myself waiting. Just like before."

You answered sweetly:

- "Maybe you never stopped, Loki. Maybe you just found me again."

He didn't say anything.

But Den Den Mushi got teary eyes.

And even without visible tears, Loki knew:

He was still waiting for you.

And now... waiting hurt less.

Because you were coming back.

Every night.

With the same voice.

With the same affection.

With truth.

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"It's Okay"

Time passed strangely in the depths of the Underworld.

No sunlight, no moon, no clocks.

Only the sounds: the dragging of chains, the breathing of the guards, the occasional clicks of the roots of the Adam Tree that moved in the dark.

And her voice.

The only constant.

———————————

That night, the conversation started as usual.

Loki, lying on the cold floor, with his wrists tied in seastone, said with a sigh:

- "You sing badly."

You laughed on the other side, no offense.

- "And you're a terrible liar."

The two laughed.

Like children.

As if the world hadn't collapsed years ago.

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But that night, something was different.

His voice was lower.

More contained.

Less present.

Loki frowned.

- "Where are you, Albare?"

Silence.

He felt a chill.

The kind of silence that doesn't come with peace, but with secrets.

- "Albare..." - he insisted, firmer.

That's when you heard.

A very familiar sound.

Currents.

They weren't yours.

They were others.

Thinner. Most recent.

They had the metallic and humid sound of the cells of the Underworld.

- "...Albare?" - he whispered.

You took a second too long. Then he answered with a calm, too cautious tone.

- "...It's okay."

But the phrase, said softly, arrived like a stab.

Loki sat down abruptly, his eyes wide.

- "Are you... here?"

Silence was the answer.

And then, again:

- "It's okay, Loki. I promise."

But it was a lie.

He knew.

He knew that calm.

It was the same one he used before destroying something.

The same one you used before it broke.

His fist clenched tightly.

- "Who did that?"

You tried to change the subject.

He tried to sing an old melody.

But he didn't listen.

The anger in his chest burned again - not by himself.

For you.

- "If they touched you, Albare... If they hurt you... I'll..."

You interrupted him with sweetness:

- "Shhh. Don't say anything now. Just... talk to me. Please."

And then, for the first time in years, the conversation changed.

He was no longer a lone prisoner talking with a memory.

Now they were two captives sharing the same world of shadows.

And even so, there was light between the words.

—————

That night, you didn't talk about the past.

Not even about the world outside.

Not even about revenge.

They just whispered small fragments to each other.

Broken verses from an old song.

Words that didn't heal...

But they reheated.

And when Den Den Mushi fell asleep, Loki leaned his forehead against the cold stone and said, softly, almost to himself:

- "Now... I'm the one who will wait for you."

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"Silence"

It was months of sacred routine.

Even chained, wounded, hated by the world, Loki had something that no one could take away from him: you.

Albare.

The voice that saved him as a child.

The only presence he expected with his heart beating, with the anxiety hidden under sarcasm.

Every night.

Without failing.

And that night... it started as always.

- "You're late." - he murmured, with that usual grumbling tone.

- "It's just that I was choosing the right song to annoy you." - you answered, with a light laugh.

He smiled, really.

That's how it was.

That's how it would always be.

Or... so he thought.

In the middle of a sentence - his voice was cut abruptly.

- "...and then I thought, will Loki..."

BOOM.

The sound swallowed everything.

Explosion.

Screams.

Metal breaking.

And then...

Grunts. Hurried steps. People running. Someone shouting your name.

- "ALBARE!"

And Den Den Mushi fell.

The dragged sound.

Then, nothing.

The dead line.

The world, mute.

Loki stayed there.

Static.

With his eyes fixed on the small motionless snail.

- "Albare..."

Nothing.

He said his name again.

- "Albare, answer me."

Silence.

He tried to hide the panic. He tried to laugh.

- "Great, did you blow up the place just to get away from singing for me?"

Nothing.

Days have passed.

No answer.

He kicked stones, cursed guards, pulled the chains until they bled.

But it was no use.

Den Den Mushi was silent.

No blinking.

No sound.

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—The time after

Weeks.

Months.

And every night, Loki lay on his side, looking at the snail.

Waiting for a move.

A sound.

Anything.

But you didn't come back.

He remembered the time when he was little and waited for you among the branches of the Adam Tree.

I was waiting for you and you never came.

The pain came back strongly.

But now...

It was worse.

Because he knew you existed.

That you were there.

And now maybe I never was again.

On the hundredth night, when everything seemed lost, he leaned his forehead against the wall and murmured to the dark:

- "I'll wait, okay? As stupid as this is."

Silence.

- "Even if the world forgets that you existed... I won't forget."

Silence.

- "Because you're the only thing that made me want to stay... here."

And then he closed his eyes.

And waited.

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—The days...

They were passing by.

In the Underworld of Elbaf, time has no name.

The walls don't count the days.

The stones don't change color.

And the sky... doesn't exist there.

There was only him.

And the dead Den Den Mushi.

Talking to himself in whispers so low that only his heart understood. And sometimes, without thinking, he called:

- "Albare..."

And the pain of absence came back with everything.

He remembered...

From when you laughed on the calls.

From when he sang to calm his pain, even without seeing his wounds.

From when you said "it's okay", even when you clearly weren't.

And the sound of the explosion.

From the screams.

From his name, shouted by someone other than him.

And what else killed him...

It was not knowing if you were still alive.

The worst part

It wasn't the cold.

It wasn't the cell.

Not even the chains.

Not even the guards.

It was the silence.

The same silence that enveloped him when he was a baby.

The same one who screamed inside him when you didn't come back that first time.

Now he was imprisoned again - not by steel.

But for hope.

Still...

Every night, he woke up.

He sat down.

And I looked at the sleeping Den Den Mushi.

Like a sacred ritual.

And whispered:

- "If you're alive... come back to me."

- "He curses me, ignores me, hates me... but talks to me."

- "Just talk. Anything."

But the stone didn't respond.

The cell was still motionless.

And the world went on... without her.

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But he didn’t know that…..

You weren't dead.

You had been taken, separated from everything, locked in another wing of the Underworld.

Isolated. Watched. Quiet. They knew you were talking to him. They knew that his voice was a thread of light in the midst of Loki's darkness.

And that's why... they deleted you.

But the world has a strange way of balancing.

They arrived.

The Straw Hats.

With laughter, chaos, dreams and promises.

With plenty of courage, and fear of nothing.

Luffy destroyed the gate with a punch that seemed loaded with all the wills of the sun.

Robin was the one who saw you first.

Sanji called you "cosmic mademoiselle".

Chopper took care of his wounds with tears in his eyes.

You didn't ask for freedom.

But they gave it to you.

And when they asked:

- "How do you want to go now?"

You answered, without hesitation:

- "Elbaf."

Aboard the Thousand Sunny, you remained silent most of the time.

I looked at the sea.

For the seagulls.

For the snails.

The Den Den Mushi I used with Loki was broken.

You carried it anyway.

As if I could hear his breathing between the cracks.

He didn't know.

I didn't know you were alive.

Not even that I was on my way.

But you knew.

You knew he was waiting.

Even if I had stopped talking.

Even if I didn't admit it.

He always waited for you.

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—Elbaf on the horizon

Now, the giants could already be seen on the cliffs in the distance. The Adam Tree appeared as a living colossus in the center of the island.

You recognized her.

The place where you first met him.

Where he smiled, covered in mud and blood, because of him.

You touched the mantle on your lap.

And the Den Den Mushi broken in the pocket.

And he whispered:

- "Wait just a little longer, Loki..."

- "This time... I'm the one who will go up to you."

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Elbaf's sky was golden, dyed by the low rays of the afternoon sun. The entire island vibrated with an ancestral energy - made of war, pride and stories.

But you walked in silence.

The feet touching the earth that once saw your childhood.

The roots of the Adam Tree seemed to watch you.

The breeze whispered memories that you tried to contain.

You haven't seen him yet.

He didn't have the courage.

Not even when Luffy said he was going to him, straight as only he could be:

- "I'm going to see this Loki there. He's really important to you, right?"

You just nodded.

No explanation.

Without words.

Luffy smiled, and went.

And you... stayed.

Alone, again

You passed by the place where you saw him for the first time.

The broken branch.

The moss that was still growing where he cried.

That place still kept the sound of his baby laugh.

And yours.

Like a secret that the world forgot to destroy.

But now...

You were a woman.

He, a man chained by hatred.

And you didn't know what was left between you.

"And if he blames me?"

You held the mantle tightly.

I felt the dead Den Den Mushi heavy in my pocket.

So many nights, so many conversations, so many whispers between the stones and the pain.

You thought:

"And if he thinks I abandoned him again?"

"And if the silence that killed him inside was my fault?"

But there was no more time for "and if".

Because when the sun touched the horizon...

Luffy came back.

With his arms crossed behind his head, calm expression.

He stopped in front of you.

He looked into your eyes.

And he said with a half smile:

- "He didn't say anything. He just kept looking at the floor. But... I think he already knew you were coming."

His heart tightened.

- "Is he waiting?" - you whispered.

Luffy nodded.

- "It's."

And then... you went.

The stones on the way seemed to recognize his steps. The cell was further ahead. You heard the sound of the currents. He felt the weight of the air.

There, in that darkness, he was.

The boy you held in silence, years ago. The man you heard every night......Until the world collapses.

And he was there.

Seated.

Head down.

Disheveled hair.

The body is still trapped.

He then raised his head and looked at you.

He didn't believe it.

Even with you there, in front of him, a few steps from the cell.

Even with the smell of your skin invading the air.

With the golden light of the afternoon touching your hair.

With the sound of your real, present, living breath.

You were real.

And he... broke inside.

His eyes were wide, his chest panting.

As if I didn't want to blink, afraid of losing you again.

- "Albare..." - he whispered, with a voice that never sounded so young, so lost.

- "Are you... real?"

You didn't answer with words.

He crossed the limit of the currents with the care of those who step on sacred territory.

He knelt before him.

He let his knees touch the cold floor of the cell.

He was so different.

Strong. Injured. Cracked.

But the look... the look was still the same as the boy you hugged under the tree.

And then, with the softness of those who carry centuries of pain in their fingers,

You held his face.

The delicate hands against your hardened skin.

His thumbs brushing his cheekbones, where tears dried without being wiped.

Loki didn't move.

He didn't run away.

He didn't grow.

He didn't mock.

He trembled.

And for the first time, he blurted out:

- "You're so... stunning..."

It was almost a whisper.

A confession.

Almost as if he felt unworthy to see you like this.

As if the pain he caused in the world should keep him blind.

But you didn't believe that.

You got even closer.

He brushed his forehead on his.

He felt his breath hot, trembling, full of silence and longing.

And then...

You took your hand to the sale.

The one he used since he was a child.

The one they said I should keep.

You touched the old fabric.

And with a slow movement, without haste, he removed the blindfold.

And he saw you.

With your own eyes.

The grayish-blue skin that he only remembered in a dream.

The black hair in cascade, the bangs still falling over one of the eyes.

And the other eye... crystal clear sea, calm, firm, deep.

Albare.

You.

The one who never ran away.

The one who always came back.

He stared at you for long seconds, without saying anything.

The breath is stuck.

Hands shaking, but still stuck.

His eyes filled with tears.

And for the first time in years, without a mask, without bars, without shields,

He collapsed.

The head fell against his chest.

The body fell as if the weight of everything could finally rest there.

No anger.

No pride.

Only him.

And you.

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His head still rested against his chest.

The shaggy hair touched his skin.

The sound of his breathing was irregular, as if he was learning to breathe again.

You ran your fingers through his hair, with an ancient care - almost sacred.

And there, in the dark, with the world outside waiting for answers,

Loki broke the silence.

The voice came out low.

Hoarse.

As if each word carried years of swallowed pain:

- "I spent my whole life... trying to destroy everything that reminded me of you."

You didn't say anything.

He just kept stroking her hair.

He closed his eyes tightly.

- "Because it was easier to turn you into illusion... than to admit that I needed you."

His heart tightened.

But you didn't interrupt him.

He needed to say that.

I needed to get the truth out of my chest as if it were poison.

- "And even when you came back... even after everything..."

He raised his eyes, red, intense.

Full of feeling.

- "I can't hate you."

He inspired hard.

And then...

He said what he was always afraid to say.

- "You're the woman I loved."

- "And it still is."

- "The only one."

The silence between you became heavy, but not bitter.

It was a full silence.

Full of memories.

Of nights when only his voice kept him alive.

Of whispered conversations.

Of childish waiting under the Adam Tree.

Of wounds that only healed when you spoke.

He raised his chained hands, trying to touch her, even if only by reflex.

- "I love you, Albare."

Simple.

Raw.

True.

- "Do you think you can still... look at me like before?"

You held his hands.

Between the chains.

With strength.

And he whispered:

- "Loki..."

His eyes met.

And you said, with tears in your eyelashes:

- "I've never stopped looking at you like that."

Loki could only look at you.

Even with the chains on the wrists.

Even with a tired body, marked by scars.

There, in your eyes, he saw the boy you met.

And, for the first time in years, he didn't hate him.

The words you said echoed inside him with an overwhelming force:

"I never stopped looking at you like that."

He leaned slowly.

As if you ask for permission.

As if I feared that it was still a dream.

You approached.

Until the foreheads touched.

And then, you kissed him.

Soft.

With the tenderness of those who waited an eternity.

With the pain of those who survived her.

With the courage of those who love despite everything.

When the lips parted, Loki was still panting.

With your eyes fixed on yours.

- "Tend me this is real." - he asked, with a low voice.

You touched his chest.

- "This... is more real than anything I've ever lived."

- "And I'll get you out of here."

Loki opened a crooked smile - the first in a long time.

Still broken, but full of life.

- "Are you really willing to set the world on fire for me, Albare?"

You leaned once again and whispered against his lips:

- "If necessary... I'll knock down Elbaf all over."

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The Straw Hats were waiting.

Robin watched with that air of someone who understands more than he says.

Sanji smoked in silence.

Luffy was sitting in a barrel, looking at the sky, smiling.

He turned to the rest of the crew and said, without a doubt:

- "We're going to free Loki."

Nami snorted.

- "The damn prince? The guy from wars and explosions?"

Luffy smiled even more.

- "Yeah. But now he has someone who believes in him. That changes everything."

Zoro adjusted the sword on his shoulder and muttered:

- "Typical. Here we go again."

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[boyfriendtodeathconfessional]

Hc for what video games the characters play! Letsago!

Strade: I've often said 'boomer' is a mindset, not an actual age, and no one embodies this more than Strade. As far as he's concerned everything should have one function. Drill for making holes. Laptop for streams. Fox twink for practice. As a result, his phone is used entirely for mobile games to pass the time. As he's waiting on potential victims at the bar, he's on it. My man is thousands of levels deep in Candy Crush and Wordscapes.

Ren: I actually get the feeling his gaming went on a brief hiatus while he was under Strade's captivity. Not because Strade wouldn't let him play, but because it was another way for him to torment Ren. Deleting Ren's saves on Gacha Life. Shooting ren with a nailgun every time a party member died in Final Fantasy. Shoving Ren's face against the monitor when he caught Ren kissing it during a dating sim (not very painful, but humiliating). He has since resumed his gaming and now possesses a vast library of dating sims. Ironically enough, if the BTD series existed in the verse, BTD2 would be the only game he would play. His narcissism would reach terrifying new heights with him only romancing himself. You just know that keyboard is gonna be sticky afterwards.

Lawrence: Really wants to play more modern fantasy RPGs such as Skyrim or the Dark Souls series, but all he has is an ancient laptop that can only run the old Baldur's Gate titles. Loves Pokemon Go as an excuse to wander around at night.

Derek: Call of Duty. Really any shooter that lets him talk shit over a headset. When he's winning, he'll repeatedly say how he's carrying his team and is the only one who knows what he's doing. When he's losing, he blames everyone else and helpfully reminds them that he could buy each of their houses out from under them. It's rare that he lasts an entire round before being kicked. Will occasionally pop open Minecraft. Not because he enjoys it, but because he has access to his younger siblings' server. He'll wake up early in the morning, flood the structures with TNT, then wait outside their room to listen to their reaction. When he hears, "Nooooooooooo!" he cackles like a madman. It's where he got the idea to bring fireworks along to the hunting trip.

Celia: If anyone were to ask, she would tell them games are for pathetic manchildren, and she has no time for silliness. In actuality, nothing brings a smile to her face like Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp. It gives her the feeling of being in charge, and she can relate heavily to a psychopath like Isabella. Sometimes she'll run an old copy of the Sims on her laptop so she can recreate her coworkers. Then she'll remove the doors and fill the house with ovens to set it on fire. Or remove the ladders while they swim so they drown. Or take out the toilets so they have to shit on the- you get the picture. If TPOF existed in the verse, it would be the only game she'd play. Her narcissism would reach terrifying new heights with her only romancing herself. You just know that keyboard is gonna be sticky afterwards.

Mason: Only ever bothered to learn Solitaire and Minesweeper on his cult leader's old PC. When he's at a bar, he's the only one who ever plays those Cabela's Big Buck Hunter games. People occasionally watch in awe at his skill. When they ask if he's done a lot of deer hunting, he just smiles.

I'd like to formally apologize to Mod-Demon, the blog, and the fandom as a whole for comparing Derek to Donald Trump in my last post. The darkness overwhelmed me, and I could no longer keep it contained. I pray that's the last time, but I know better. -☢️

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[returnofeternity]

karen milf shauna who always has something to say about her neighbours daughter who's come back for a sem break. she always threatens to call the cops when there's a party, always threatens to call your parents if you're wearing too short of clothes 😾😾😾

she's nice on that first day you return. gives you a little smile when she sees you and your mom outside, carrying all your bags back in. (was probably snooping because she heard your mom talk loudly or smth) she even asks how your classes have been after getting sucked into a conversation with your mom when she gets caught snooping.

and then you throw your party. she's full-on Karen the second she hears your stupid music play loudly in your backyard. her blood pressure skyrockets when the annoying chatter of your friends is heard through the window. so it's a party, not just you playing music loudly. it just ruins her whole night of doing nothing. she dips her head out of the patio sliding doors and yells for you to turn the music down. she gives it a few seconds before groaning and sliding the door shut, even more annoyed that you didn't respond. and it seems like you turned it up louder as she walks back to the living room.

she wishes you never came back. even if she did think about you sometimes.

when she eventually storms over to your mom's house and knocks on the door, all she wants to do is slap you silly for giving her that fucking smirk.

"is something wrong, mrs sadecki?" the way shauna's face twists in anger amuses you. you can practically see the steam blowing out of her ears as one of your friends comes up and wraps their arms around your back, trying to tug you back to the party. you chuckle but shoo them away, yelling out that you'll be right back as they leave.

"no you won't." shauna snarls, crossing her arms and stepping closer to you. the pure malice in her voice stuns you, but you stand your ground and stand up a little taller. she licks her lips before she speaks again. "you're gonna end this party right now before i call the cops."

you scoff, looking her up and down with doubt. "call the cops for a little noise?"

she takes that as a challenge, like a friend dared her to do something and made fun of her for pussying out. her brows furrow in concentration, lips sucked between her teeth, as she pulls up the phone app and types in 911. she flips her phone to you.

you roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with her bullshit right now. you sigh in defeat and slump against the side of the door. "fine. i'll turn the music down, but i'm not ending the party. it's my first day back, my friends miss me."

"i don't give a shit about your friends, you little punk." she spits out harshly. "if i hear any more shitty bass-boosted music, i will call the cops."

she turns and stomps away before she can see the shit-eating grin on your face, but while you check her out as she leaves, she flips back to you, wanting to say one more thing.

"and put on some actual clothes before i call your parents."

you're glad she didn't hear the word "pervert" muttered under your breath as you closed the door. probably would've came running back and annoyed the shit out of you. all you wanted to do was get back to the party.

shauna's close to murdering someone when she wakes up the next morning to see crushed beer cans thrown over her backyard. her eye won't stop twitching. and to make matters worse, she spots you taking out the trashbag full of beer cans and plastic cups in just a tight t-shirt and underwear. it doesn't even cover your ass all the way. thinking of her walking up to you and telling you that you have a few cans to pick up in her yard, and you already can't handle her. you have the worst hangover ever. but you offer to pick it up for her. only because your mom is coming home today and you need to be on your best behavior. shauna makes you walk in front of her as she leads you to the yard, and you're flabbergasted when she points out that your ass is hanging out.

why was she even looking, the pervert? she says something about telling your parents again, and you hit her back with a snarky remark about why she was looking at your ass.

she continues to stare at it while you pick up the thrown beer cans on her lawn.

[frenchublog]

[majormeilani]

i know that for mu i hc that she's really bad at comforting others but she usually will try to do something to make them smile

[sugucide]

one thing about satoru gojo is that he's a freak.

he'll try anything once, and then three more times for good measure. anything! as long as it ends with him emptying his balls, prefer on or inside of you, he's a very happy man to entertain your weird requests.

this, though, is too weird!

"you want to have vanilla sex?" he gawks at you.

you're laying back on his bed, bare and smiling up at him as he climbs over you. he's hard, sure, but he's not flooded with the excitement of your usual ideas.

"why don't i put the collar back on?" he suggests tapping the tip of your nose. "oh! or we could play with those candles again... or you could make me squirt... no? roleplay? anal? some music, at least?"

you shake your head, and if you weren't so damn cute satoru might be more upset than he is. "you know," you start, "plenty of couples have plain sex regularly. i just want to feel you."

"we aren't like most couples," he grimaces. "im the strongest. and you're the sexiest. i don't think she's physically capable of having boring sex with you, baby."

"stop calling your dick a she," you stare up at him. "please? you said you'd try anything."

satoru kisses your lips gently, as boringly as he can do without getting too worked up. you are naked underneath him, after all. "i said that hoping you'd propose pegging me. or letting me put that dildo of yours down your throat while i—"

"just fuck me," you whisper.

and because satoru is secret a lover before he is a freak, he complies. with a gentle nod and a few seconds to line himself up with you, he pushes inside and lets you lock your legs around his waist before he starts a gentle pace with you.

it feels good, of course, it's you. but there's something sweet to the way he fucks you— no, makes love to you, that isn't there when gags and blindfolds and candle wax are in the way. it's just you and him, eyes locked as he becomes whole with you in the most intimate way possible.

he realises, when your eyes flutter shut and you pull him impossibly closer to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, that he might just like boring sex.

"i love you so much," he coos. "like having you like this. just us. god i love you, baby. i think i needed this."

the two of you cum in sync with eachother. you shake and tighten around his cock and he spills into you with sweet moans that sound a little more raw and vulnerable than they usually do. he kisses you silly, peppers his lips all over your face until you're laughing underneath him.

and he pulls back to look at your face, and nods to himself. you smile, and push his white hair out of his face with a gentle tilt of your head.

"what's that look for?" you ask.

and that's when you notice the tears welling in his eyes. the tremble of his lip as he recognises a million different feelings at once. and with a sniffle, and a shaky breath, he grins.

"let's get married."

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men React a Picture of You with Another guy

Request: Hii!! I love your writing so so much (pls never stop)!!! How do you think the lads men would react to the following scenario: mc makes one of her girl friends dress like a guy and post that on her story/moments (to ward off an annoying co-worker, like what Caleb did in uni, but mc didnt want to bother the guys with this request so she asked Tara or another one of her girl friends). The picture, though, is convincing enough to make even the lads men question if she actually does have a partner and who tf is he. I think Xavier would absolutely malfunction since they are also neighbours lol

AN: I am taking a break from the ship event to gather some inspiration. But this was super fun to write. Thank you for sending in such an amazing idea.

Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺

Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader

Genre: fluff and angst

(I do not own these characters)

Summary: Waking up after an amazing girls' night, you and Tara spent the morning taking silly photos, making all kinds of concerning faces, until inspiration struck.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Tara grinned, pushing her short hair back. "What if—"

Moments later, you were both giggling uncontrollably, staging fake hard launch photos in your bed. The blurry, cozy results? Surprisingly convincing.

"Oh, this is gonna blow up at work."

Tara rested her chin on your neck, wrapping an arm around you for the final shot. The picture was better than you imagined, so naturally, you posted it to your story before the two of you rushed to get ready for work.

And just like that, your social media went up in flames.

Rafayel:

623 missed calls. 200 texts. 82 more missed calls.

All hours after your post.

Who is he? Why are you in bed with him? Is he your boyfriend? What is his name?

You barely have time to breathe after your meeting before the onslaught of texts floods in. Even the comment section of your post hasn’t been spared.

Thomas is already on the case. Rafayel is whining, sobbing, crying and absolutely not afraid to play dirty to get you back.

He's already planned a hundred ways to nip this budding romance at the root.

He thinks he has the upper hand, feels kinda smug about it too.

Still… there’s a twinge of heartbreak. A little ache for having to wait longer for you, for the idea that you might have chosen someone else. But if nothing else, Rafayel is persistent.

So, of course, he’s already forgiven you.

But don’t think, even for a second, that he won’t complain about it.

He’s still mulling over it, dramatically painting all his canvases black, getting ready for his villain arc, when you finally call him back.

"A prank?"

He is indignant.

He cried over a prank.

All that effort… for nothing.

"IT’S BEEN 800 YEARS. JELLYFISH ARE WALKING. NAKED SEA TURTLES ARE CLIMBING TREES. SHARKS ARE EATING GRASS—FOR FREE. "

AND RAFAYEL?

RAFAYEL CRIED OVER A PRANK.

HE WENT FULL VILLAIN ARC FOR A LIE.

HIS CANVASES ARE BLACK. HIS PLANS FOR REVENGE? RUINED.

ALL BECAUSE YOU AND TARA WANTED TO PLAY GAMES.

He might never recover. Might. But first, he needs to call Thomas back before his "investigation" starts a national crisis.

Xavier:

He had just returned from a long night of fighting Wanderers when his phone chimed with an alert.

Half-asleep, he smiled at the sight of your name, already thinking of how he'd respond once he changed and collapsed into bed.

That smile froze the moment he saw the picture.

The phone slipped from his fingers, landing on his face. But he didn’t even wince. Too numb to feel it.

His vision blurred. His chest ached. Tears welled, unbidden.

Genuinely heartbroken. So weary. So tired. For a moment, he was shattered.

Did he have the strength to wager another lifetime?

His time was already running out. His strength faded with each passing day. He had selfishly wanted this spring with you...but this was better for you. You were too kind, too caring to bear his loss.

Perhaps this was for the best. His lips trembled at the thought.

You had someone now, someone who would not bring you grief. And you looked so happy in that photo. He stared at the blurred curve of your smile, tracing it with his gaze.

Somehow, he managed a small smile too.

And then he folded into himself. And slept.

For days.

So long that you started to worry, noticing his absence at work.

Until, finally, you barge into his apartment, breathless and frantic, only to find him asleep, moonlight spilling across his face, eerily still.

Your heart plummeted.

"Xavier." Your voice trembled as you rushed to him, fingers shaking as you took his hand.

For a terrible, suffocating second, he didn’t move.

And then, his brow twitched.

Air rushed back into your lungs.

Zayne:

This was to be expected.

He was never what you needed.

He often failed at words. His gestures, too vague to be understood.

You deserved someone who loved you. Someone who had the courage to say those words out loud.

Not him.

Not someone who could hurt you. His scars only grow deeper with time.

So he accepts it. Buries himself in work.

If he could not be your lover, then he would play his part as a friend.

Pays extra attention to your health. Pours over your reports. He must. Because he is no longer close enough to watch over you himself.

And weeks later, when you finally visit him, he keeps up the act—cold, distant, unbothered.

He does all the tests. Runs all the checks. Everything is routine.

But you see it.

The dark circles, deeper than ever. His skin, paler. Cheeks, sunken. His shirt, unwashed.

"You're coming home with me."

Your voice leaves no room for argument as you take his hand. "You never call. You only text about my reports and nothing more. We need to talk."

You tug him forward. He follows, until he stops.

"Your boyfriend won’t like it," he murmurs, staring anywhere but at you.

Silence.

"What boyfriend?"

You blink at him, dumbfounded.

Sylus:

Sylus spits his coffee, choking as he stares at the pictures.

Does not buy it.

That’s clearly not a man.

Yet somehow, he keeps going back to it, again and again.

It’s only when Luke and Kieran peer over his shoulder that his denial starts cracking.

"Ooooh, boss has got competition," Luke chimes.

One minute, they’re laughing. The next, they’re outside the mansion, the door slamming shut behind them.

Luke blinks. "That explains..."

Kieran yanks him into a chokehold for getting them banished for the day.

Inside, Sylus switches to wine.

The day has been too much.

Not a man, right? he muses, scrutinizing the photo, before accidentally pressing the heart button.

And then, he all but chews the glass in his hand.

He’s not worried.

He just suddenly feels the urge to burn his entire closet because nothing looks good enough.

He doesn’t care.

He’s just made a few calls, just to make sure you’re not involved with anyone sketchy. Unless, of course, it’s him.

Then, like an absolute idiot, he gets a panicked call from an associate.

The only person who’s been in your apartment? Tara.

Sylus stares at the image. Facepalms.

That evening, when he picks you up from work, he looks exhausted.

As if a few hours have aged him years.

When you ask, he waves you off, dodging every question.

You raise a brow. "Are you sure? You look—"

"I said it’s nothing," he snaps, before sighing, dragging a hand down his face. "...Can we just go home

Caleb:

Storming to Linkon.

Geared up to blow up the entire apartment complex.

Spends five minutes struggling with the locked door before finally getting it open.

Marches in.

Stops. Sighs in disapproval at your empty fridge.

Good thing he packed snacks. Leaves them on your counter. You’ll thank him later.

Then, back to the mission.

Collects all forensic evidence needed. Marches out.

No time to waste.

Supervises the DNA administration.

Hair sample. Used coffee mug. Both next to yours.

He will find the bastard. He will take him out.

And then, he will whisk you away to Skyheaven, to console you once you learn of your tragic, mysterious loss.

Grief will bring you closer.

Every intern running tests is sweating.

So are the lead scientists, who have been personally forced to oversee this insanity.

No one is messing with the colonel today.

And then, finally, the results land on his desk.

Caleb stares. Dumbfounded.

Is he to fight both men and women for you now?

You better watch out for Tara because he does not discriminate.

[wwinterwitch]

friendly introductions – bucky barnes

summary: bucky unexpectedly shows up at your apartment, and he's brought a few people with him

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (ft. the thunderbolts*)

word count: 3.4k

tags: thunderbolts* shenanigans, spoilers here and there obvs, slight miscommunication, big happy dysfunctional family in the making, google translator was used for the russian words (sorry), kissing, little bit of angst and little bit of fluff

notes: i just saw the movie yesterday and as soon as i got back home i decided to write this, which is loosely connected to this fic i posted recently. i just loved the thunderbolts* so much they mean the entire world to me right now. perhaps more fics are coming in the future because i have lots of ideas!!! as always, i hope you enjoy

please reblog and/or comment if you enjoy!

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“Sorry for such short notice,” Bucky mutters as soon as you open the door for him and the rest of the entire group. You could tell he’s been having a pretty rough time just by looking at him. Hair messy, frowning more than usual, dirty clothing and a cut on his left cheek. The rest of the people he’s with don’t look any better. It wouldn’t take an expert to figure out they’ve been in some kind of combat and, most likely, they didn’t come on top. 

“It’s okay,” you quickly reassure him, leaving the door open until every single one of them were inside your apartment, closing it behind them. “Can I ask what happened?”

“We…uh, got our ass kicked, basically,” he replies, sounding quite exhausted. 

You take a second to look at the group. Unfamiliar faces of people you could only assume are in the superhero/villain/whatever business. There’s a blonde woman who immediately leans against one of the walls of your living room, trying to get some sort of rest after the fight. The other woman stays by the entrance and you can’t help but admire how cool her suit is. There’s algo a guy in a red suit and he looks absolutely huge and terrifying, but the smile he sends your way with the silly little wave he makes as you make eye contact gives you the impression that he might not be as intimidating as you initially thought.

And then, your eyes focus on the other person in the room.

“You,” is all you say, your voice sounding anything but welcoming.

Everyone turns to look at Walker, who offers you an awkward smile. “Yeah, hi.”

“You two know each other?” the blonde one asks.

“Unfortunately,” you reply, keeping your eyes on the guy at all times. You know enough about John Walker to be stupid enough to let him out of your sight. “Listen, I don’t know what just happened to you guys, but in case Bucky hasn’t warned you already, you can’t trust this piece of shit.”

Noticing you’re starting to get a little heated by his presence, Bucky wraps an arm around your waist from behind, just in case you decide to go over him and confront him for everything that has happened in the past. “It’s okay. He’s here to help.”

You turn to look at him like he just said the most absurd thing you’ve ever heard in your life, but he simply stares back at you with a serious expression, nodding as if to emphasize on his previous statement, trying to let you know you can actually trust the guy. When you turn back to look at Walker, he raises both hands in the air as a sign to further prove that he’s harmless.

“I’ll be keeping an eye out,” you warn him, pointing your finger at him. 

“That’s fair,” he nods.

“Whoa, she’s feisty!” you hear the excited voice of the guy in the red suit as he lets out a short chuckle. “I like her already!”

You feel Bucky’s grip around your waist tightening. “We’re just here to get some cover and figure out our next move.”

Suddenly remembering the fact that all these strangers are standing in various spots in your living room, you get away from Bucky to walk over to your couch. “Oh, so sorry! What a terrible host,” you attempt to joke a little in hopes of lightening the mood, quickly removing your laptop and various papers scattered across your couch. “Please, take a seat!”

None of them move at first, but they eventually accept the invitation and walk towards your couch to sit down. All except Walker, who decides to stay in the same spot he’s been since he entered your apartment. Not like you care, so you just let him stand there on his own.

A few awkward introductions later and you already know everyone. Alexei, Ava and Yelena. One a total stranger and the others slightly familiar to you due to them being related to Natasha. You couldn’t bring yourself to say her name out loud, though. If you struggle to think about her without bursting out crying, you can’t even imagine what it would be like for her dad and sister. Last thing you want is to cause them any discomfort.

“And how exactly do you know each other?” Yelena asks you and Bucky after you introduce yourself to them too.

“Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent,” Bucky replies before you can say anything, and you can’t help but turn to look at him with a slightly confused expression. “We’ve been friends for a very long time.”

Friends. Sure. Whatever. If that’s what he wants to call it…

After what happened last time you were in D.C., Bucky was constantly making trips to New York to visit you. You’re not officially dating, but it’s established that you’re exclusive. Long distance isn’t ideal, but you’ve made it work so far. Probably the happiest months of your life. But now…you hear him introducing you as his friend. It’s not really a big deal. Technically you are friends? It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, but…you’re internally fuming right now.

Still, you decide not to say anything regarding that. He’s always been quite a reserved person, so perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable enough to share that information with them just yet. “Can I get you anything to drink?” you decide to ask, looking at everyone else.

“We’re not-”

“I’m sure a glass of water won’t kill anybody,” you say, immediately cutting Bucky off.

There’s a brief silence before Ava speaks. “I’ll have a glass of water. Thank you.”

You look at Yelena as she shortly nods before you focus on Alexei. “Do you perhaps have something else other than water?”

“Dad,” Yelena warns him.

You ignore that short interaction. “Something like what?”

“Like vodka,” he replies simply, like it’s a normal request. Perhaps the russian accent and the fact that he does look like a walking Soviet propaganda adds context to it.

“Dad!” Yelena repeats herself, this time in a louder voice, before hiding her face in her hands. The scene of her getting embarrassed by her dad’s behavior is actually hilarious.

“Two glasses of water and one glass of vodka, got it.” Then it was time to acknowledge Walker again. Even when you deeply hate the guy, you still want to be polite. “Do you want anything?”

“Uh…just water,” he mutters, still unsure on how to really talk to you. It’s ironic how quiet he is right now, considering he had a hard time shutting his mouth when you first met him. “Thank you.”

You offer the group a smile before excusing yourself to go to your kitchen, leaving them momentarily alone. Bucky was about to speak, wanting to initiate a debate on what their plan is going to be to fight against someone as powerful and seemingly invincible as Sentry, but Yelena speaks before he does.

“Now, would you mind telling us how you really know each other?”

Bucky looks immediately confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know I was trained to be a spy since I was very little.”

“Surely you don’t say it enough,” Walker mutters, earning an unamused look from her.

“That must really bother you, Mr. I-was-in-the-military,” Ava chimes in, rolling her eyes.

Ignoring both of them, Yelena decides to continue. “I’m very good at reading people, Bucky. She almost wanted to punch you in the face when you said you two were friends, which let’s me know the comment upset her,” she says, tilting her head to the side. “Why is that?”

“Ah! That’s your lover!” Alexei comments with pleasant surprise.

“And you didn’t introduce her as your girlfriend?” Ava says shortly after, giving him a disapproving look. “No wonder she would want to punch you in the face.”

“Yeah, that’s not cool, man,” Walker agrees from his spot in the living room.

Alexei’s cheerfulness dries down, nodding. “I agree. It’s not very nice.”

Bucky scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest in a defensive manner. He couldn’t believe these people were judging him over something he thought was meaningless. It was just a way to keep his private life private. Why should they know he’s dating anybody? They’re not his friends to be sharing information like that with them. And it’s not like they’re ever going to see you again anyway. Why is this such a big deal?

“Whoever I date or don’t date it’s not your business,” he simply replies.

Ava scoffs this time. “Don’t bring us to your girlfriend’s flat then.”

“When did you guys became a thing?” Walker asks this time, looking like he's thinking back on it in hopes of remembering any indication that might've gave it away.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, getting more and more exasperated. “We barely got out of that fight against Valentina’s experiment and it’s a matter of time before we have to face him again. Why are we even talking about this?”

“Oh, Bucky,” Yelena shakes her head in a condescending manner. “You’re right, we do not care about your lovelife. Thinking about it makes me sick, actually. But she looked really hurt by what you said, so perhaps you should go talk to her and make things right.”

The other three agreed with Yelena almost immediately, and Bucky just stood there looking at them in disbelief because why are they giving him their input on his relationship? Why is Yelena giving him advice? Why are they getting involved in Bucky’s personal life?

But instead of arguing, he decides to listen to them and heads towards the kitchen. He walks in just in time to see you pouring Alexei an entire glass of vodka as he requested, the other three glasses of water already filled.

“Oh, good. You’re here,” you say nonchalantly, like what Yelena said about you wanting to punch him in the face was just something she misread in your body language. You surely don’t look like you're thinking about violence right now. “Could you help me with the drinks, please?”

Perhaps Yelena was wrong, but just in case she wasn’t, he decided to ask about it. “Are you okay?”

You let out a quick and confused chuckle as you store away the almost finished bottle of vodka. “Why would I not be okay? If you’re asking because you brought them here, I think they’re actually very nice…aside from Walker, of course.”

“No, I mean…the way I introduced you to them,” he says in a soft voice, walking closer to you. “I probably shouldn’t have said you were my friend.”

There’s a brief pause between you, until you’re eventually shrugging. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?” he insists, standing right before you as he grabs your hands in his. “Talk to me.”

You hesitate a little before eventually giving in. “I mean, you can’t expect me to be thrilled to hear you introduce me to a bunch of people as just your friend.”

Bucky sighs. Yelena was right. “I’m so sorry,” he says almost immediately, giving your hands a light squeeze. “I just met these people and I highly doubt we’ll keep in touch after this. I didn’t want to share that information with them. We’re not exactly…close like that,” he explains himself, looking genuinely sorry for what he said. “I should’ve considered how that would make you feel, or at least tried to explain why I did it as soon as I could. I didn’t mean to hurt you or downplay what we have.”

You can tell he’s genuinely sorry, understanding his reasoning behind it. Perhaps you forgot to put into perspective the fact that they’re just super people Bucky has been forced to work with. Not necessarily friends. “It’s okay, I understand.”

Bucky nods, but he still looks absolutely defeated. “I feel terrible,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You let go of his hands, wrapping your arms around his neck instead. “It’s okay, babe,” you repeat, offering him a soft smile to let him know you forgive him. “I understand you didn’t feel comfortable sharing that with them.”

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

“You’re not obligated to disclose anything with anyone if you don’t feel like it,” you say, just to remind him to do whatever it feels right to him. “But I’m glad we had this conversation to hear each other’s perspective.”

He nods again, still uncertain. You lean in to give him a reassuring kiss before deciding to move away from him to get back to the living room with the rest. He hands the glasses of water to Walker and Yelena, while you hand the other glasses to Ava and Alexei.

The last one takes a big gulp of his glass, letting out a growl of approval. “Smirnoff! Not that Absolut der’mo!”

“I adore him,” you say to Bucky, letting out a quick chuckle as you watch the guy drink the entire glass of vodka in less than two seconds.

“It’ll pass, trust me,” he mutters back to you.

You gently hit his arm as a way of telling him to not be rude, immediately focusing on the cut on his cheek, dried blood around the wound. “I should clean that.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“I do worry, Bucky,” you insist, patting his shoulder before pointing to one of the two chairs at your small dinner table. “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”

You excuse yourself to go find the first-aid kit to clean the wound on his face. By the time you get back, the group has already started discussing some sort of strategy regarding some ‘Sentry’ person you don’t know absolutely anything about. Perhaps you’ll ask Bucky to give you a proper update on what the hell this whole thing is all about next time you’re alone.

As obedient as ever, Bucky was already sitting on one of the chairs you previously pointed at before leaving, so you walked over to him to attend to his injury. Even if it was a small, almost insignificant little cut, you wanted to take care of him in any capacity you could.

You were gladly surprised when you feel one of his arms wrapping around you, keeping you close as you stand next to him cleaning the dry blood with a small cotton ball before disinfecting the area, finishing it off with a small bandage above the cut. 

The whole entire time you took care of Bucky’s wound, the group was talking about their strategy. Just listening to them was enough to figure out why Bucky didn’t think they’d stay in touch once it’s time to part ways. More than half of their interactions are more bickering than actual communication. They clash almost constantly and they don’t seem to agree on much. They’re quite honestly a complete mess. But still...even when it’s difficult to see how a group like this could work, they oddly do. There’s just something about them. Perhaps they’re the prime example of how opposites tend to work together perfectly. 

“Done,” you whisper to him, not warning to interrupt their conversation.

“Thanks, doll,” he whispers back, giving you a smile.

After a few more minutes of planning, it was finally time for them to get back out there in hopes to put an end to the threat that seems to loom over New York (and perhaps the entire world). You accompany them to the door, all of them saying their goodbyes to you.

“Thanks for letting us hide here,” Yelena says with a polite smile, offering her hand for a handshake as a way to further prove her gratitude. 

“Oh, it’s really nothing. I’m glad I was able to help out,” you reply, accepting her handshake. “And…you know, good luck. You probably don’t need it, obviously, but just in case…”

“You’re adorable,” Ava comments with a smirk, patting your shoulder as her way of saying goodbye.

Alexei doesn’t even say anything. He just straight up walks towards you and wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he gives you a tight hug. It certainly takes you by surprise, but you pat his back as a way of returning the hug, hearing how Yelena and Bucky are frantically telling him to put you down immediately.

The three of them are already outside your apartment and it’s time to face Walker. He just says a quick “thank you” before walking towards the others that wait for Bucky in the hallway, knowing you probably don’t even want to address him. For now, you decide not to say anything to him. If you do see each other again, perhaps then you’ll try to figure out if you can look past the awful things he has done.

Now Bucky is the one who stands before you and all you can do is hug him as tight as you possibly can, almost not wanting to let him go. You know he’ll be fine. You know he’ll come back to you. But still, you can’t ignore the knot forming at the pit of your stomach, anxiety and fear consuming you at the thought of something happening to him.

He senses how you feel, hugging you back just as tight. “Please be safe,” he whispers.

You break the hug, looking up at him. “I should be telling you that.”

The comment makes him smile softly because it sounds like you're reprimanding him for what he just said. Immediately after, he's placing a hand at the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, still as anxious as you were before. The fact that you still don’t fully know what they’re up against makes your situation worse. If it’s anything remotely similar to an Avenger-like threat, you have plenty of reasons to be afraid. “Just…just take care, please.”

“I will,” he replies, giving you a kiss so sweet and gentle that it practically takes your breath away. He knows you’re worried like never before and he wants to make sure he’s able to give you as much reassurance as he possibly can.

After a few more seconds of him just looking back at you with a soft smile on his face, he moves back from you, knowing he has to leave already.

“Promise you’ll be back soon,” you blurt out as he’s leaving your apartment, still fighting the urge to just yank him back into the apartment to keep him from going back out there.

“I promise you I’ll be back, darling,” he says without any hesitation, knowing he’ll do anything he possibly can to keep his word.

Finally, he closes the door of your apartment, leaving you all alone in there as you try to calm yourself down until everything is back to normal again and he’s here with you. Until he’s back in the safety of the arms of the person he cares most about in this entire world.

You focus on the four empty glasses, the lingering presence of everyone, the trail of dirt their boots left on the floor, the chair Bucky was sitting on just seconds ago...you can only hope they stay safe. Meanwhile, you decide to clean up the living room as a way of distracting yourself.

On the other side of the door, Bucky is turning to look at the group, rolling his eyes when he sees all of them grinning and nodding their hands in approval after witnessing him being so lovey-dovey with you, discovering a sight of him they probably didn’t even know existed.

“Not a single word,” Bucky warns them, immediately walking in between them to get to the elevator.

“What? We can’t say you two looked disgustingly cute back there?” Yelena jokes as she follows after him.

"Who knew that was hiding beneath all that...grumpiness," Ava comments right after.

“I said not a single word,” he repeats, trying to act like he wasn’t feeling terribly embarrassed right now. Or like he didn't find the teasing slightly entertaining. Just slightly.

“I mean, you did look cute,” Walker agrees.

“So cute!” Yelena emphasizes.

Alexei wraps an arm around Bucky’s shoulders, much to his discomfort. “That was adorable. You, my friend, had the eyes of love looking at your zhenshchina!”

“And you had to make it weird,” Ava mutters after Alexei’s comment, just as the elevator doors are closing.

translations: der'mo (shit), zhenshchina (woman). again, i apologize if the translation is wrong, i don't speak russian

[wqlfstqr]

◟𖥻 in between : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

I just can't come in between them, they got their own thing ʚĭɞ or 6 times people thought they were dating + the 1 time it was actually true.

"So, you're dating?" the new camper looks between her and Percy after they gave him the tour around camp.

Ah, the long awaited question.

And the answer is always the same. "No, we're friends, why?"

Once again, the camper looks between her and Percy, who's standing just behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head comfortably resting back on his chest. "Oh, nothing, I just thought—"

Yes. Everyone just thought. Everyone just thought they were together, and everyone was always shocked when it turned out they were merely friends.

Percy and her couldn't understand it at all, because it was totally normal for friends to act the way they acted with each other. Right?

ʚĭɞ the ponytail.

It is, obviously, totally normal for friends to want to help each other out before combat. So, of course Percy knows exactly how to tie her hair into a perfect ponytail. Doesn’t everyone know that?

Who can blame him if he knows his best friend so well that he can easily notice her discomfort with her hair falling on her face when she's sparring? And who can blame him if he wants to help? That's what best friends do.

So he didn’t see anything wrong when he stood behind her after they called for time out, his fingers gently carding through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail, twisting it with practiced fingers and securing it with the hair tie that he just happens to have on his wrist.

"Thanks, Perce." She says, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.

"Dude, how do you even know how to make a ponytail to begin with?" Leo asks when he hangs back and she goes back to sparring.

"She hates when her hair falls on her face." He shrugs, as if that's enough explanation.

Leo doesn’t understand, he doesn’t try to, he simply shakes his head and says, "You do realize you're in love, right?"

But Percy isn't even hearing, his eyes fixed on her and his smile growing when he sees her more relaxed without her hair bothering her.

ʚĭɞ the necklace & hairtie

Yes, it is completely normal that she wears his best friend's initial around her neck. Totally normal.

It isn't even that noticeable, just a small, golden "P" that rests on her collar bone. Cute and meaningless. She just likes jewelry. This one she especially likes, since she wears it every day.

Clarisse has never noticed it before, but now that she stands in front of her as they drink water after training, the gold necklace manages to catch her attention, sparkling under the sun tauntingly.

Clarisse squints her eyes at it. "Is that... a 'P' in your necklace?"

She lowers her water bottle and smiles, and oh— Clarisse already knows what's coming just by the silly smile on her face. "Yes, for Percy."

"How is that-" Clarisse stops herself with a sigh. "Nevermind."

She's tired of questioning it.

And Percy? He adores the necklace, but he also loves the hair tie he always has on his wrist. Because friends should be prepared for when their best friend needs a hair tie, of course. There’s nothing else to it.

People don't realize at first, it's a simple black hair tie. But Percy fiddles a lot with it during meetings, snapping it against his skin when he's bored. And he doesn’t let anyone take it or borrow it from him, "anyone has an extra hair tie?" and he's silent because he's sure as hell not giving his.

Nobody really understands why until he ends up losing it and he's frantically looking around for it as if it's such a precious object he just lost and not a simple hair tie.

"Hey do you know if I left the hair tie in your cabin last afternoon?" He asks her when they sit together for breakfast.

"No, but you can have this one if you want." And it's that simple. He nods. And she takes it off her hair to give it to him.

This one is not even a black hair tie, but rather a lilac scrunchie that definitely clashes with his orange camp shirt. But Percy is grinning like a child opening christmas gifts, and you best believe he won't lose this one.

"Is that her scrunchie on his wrist?" Katie Gardner squints at him when he walks past her table.

"Yes, and he's wearing it like it's a promise ring."

ʚĭɞ the kiss on the cheek

And of course it's normal for her to greet him with a kiss on the cheek every time.

Hi? Kiss on the cheek. Bye? Kiss on the cheek. Training? Kiss on the cheek. Breakfast? Kiss on the cheek. Seeing him after capture the flag? Kiss on the cheek. It was simply her way of greeting. Him. Only him.

So when she was late for a cabin meeting and rushed past him with a distracted. "Morning, Perce!" without a kiss? Percy kind of froze. His eyes followed her as she walked away, looking like a kicked puppy, like a kid who's candy had just been stolen.

He proceeds to spend the rest of the day sulking. No sign of her around. No kiss on the cheek. By dinner, he's still weirdly quiet.

Grover asks first. "Dude, are you okay? you look like someone just stole your christmas gifts."

"She didn’t kiss my cheek today." He mumbles, more to himself than to his friends.

Piper almost looks like she wants to throw her fork to his head as she asks, "Is this whole thing just because she didn’t kiss your cheek?"

"Why didn’t she? Did I do something wrong?" And he's pouting, dramatically sad about it.

Grover raises an eyebrow at Annabeth, but before any of them can say anything else, she finally arrives, almost running to the table and taking her usual seat besides Percy.

"Sorry guys, had a busy day today." She excuses herself and then— like it's second nature, she leans to press a kiss against Percy's cheek. A greeting.

And every single one of his friends is able to witness the change in Percy's expression, the way his whole face just brightens. Long forgotten is the sadness and the sulking.

"How is this normal?" Annabeth shakes her head, going back to her food.

ʚĭɞ the wallet

Percy, as a good friend would, has memorized her usual order. "Chicken sandwich with no tomatoes and fries on the side, add honey mustard for those please."

"Does it change anything if I point out that you hesitated with your own order but not with hers?" Jason asks, looking at him as if he's simply ridiculous.

"That's what friends are for." Percy shrugs, taking out his wallet.

"So you know all your friends orders that way? I don't think-" Frank's words trail off when Percy opens his wallet. "What is that?"

Percy pulls out a few dollars before he realizes Frank is talking to him, his eyes fixed on the photo on his wallet. "Hm?" he looks down and he smiles at the photo. "Oh, that's y/n."

He proudly opens the wallet wider to allow both Jason and Frank to see the photo of little five year old y/n squinting at the camera with a wide grin, a bandaid on her nose. "Doesn’t she look cute?"

"I- uh- do you just carry it in your wallet?" Jason asks, genuinely taken by surprise. And he thought he could expect anything from those two.

"Well, yeah? she gave it to me ages ago." and he turns to pay.

Frank and Jason exchange looks and shake their heads in disbelief, meanwhile Percy is already busy. "Hey do you have those chocolate chip cookies with the colorful little sprinkles on top? She likes those."

ʚĭɞ the flowers and lipsticks

Friends get each other flowers, right? at least, Percy will if he casually spots flowers while shopping for groceries with her mom.

It's not his fault, they were just there.

A bouquet of pink lilies, her all time favorite flowers, right when he's walking past the flower stand. They are basically calling for him.

When Sally Jackson looks up from her cart and finds his son holding a bouquet in one hand and gummy worms in the other, she smiles to herself.

"Is there any special dates coming soon?" She teases, knowing exactly what this is about.

"Oh?" he looks down, as if he just realized he's holding flowers. "Oh these? they remind me of y/n, so I thought I might aswell get them for her."

Sally nods, she doesn't question it, she doesn't try to understand it. Because she already knows.

Except that sometimes it really is unbelievable that his son is so oblivious, Sally gets to realize this when she takes a lip balm from the racks by the cash register. "Maybe I should get y/n one of these, she likes them, doesn’t she?"

Percy hums, distracted by placing the groceries in the chekout belt. "Yep, but make sure to get the cherry-mint one, you know? the one in the little pot with the silver lid. She loves that one."

"Percy, how can you know how it tastes?"

Silence. For a second, Percy just stops mid-putting the bread down and realizes what he just did.

"I guessed." he replies simply.

Because he's not about to confess to his mother that he knows that's the lip balm she has been wearing since he kissed her for the first and only time when they were twelve. So what? they had just been friends who had never kissed anyone before. It just seemed fitting at the time that they should share their first kiss with each other.

And it was totally normal if maybe he simply made a mental note not to ever forget her favorite lip balm. Because he's a good friend.

"Perseus, you are unbelievable."

ʚĭɞ the date

Percy felt as if it was perfectly normal to be worried for his friend going on a date, worried to the point of sulking the entire day? completely normal.

Yes. She has a date. With some guy Percy didn’t even bother learning the name of. Percy had only focused on the sheer audacity of this guy to be charming enough to get her flowers— roses, seriously? and ask her out.

But it's normal for him to be a little protective over his best friend. That's all it is. He just doesn't want her getting hurt by some dude that didn’t even bother trying to know her favorite flowers.

That's the only explanation for the way he felt something inside him twisting when he saw her before she had to leave for the date, looking all pretty and smiling brightly to go out with some other guy.

That's why he doesn’t do much the whole day, he doesn’t train or joins his friends on their impromtu day at the lake. By the time the night falls, he has been on his cabin for hours, glaring at the ceiling for more time than he'd like to admit.

It's past lights out when there’s a soft knock coming from his door, and before he can even react, she opens the door and slips inside, still in that dress that looks like it's been made just for her, her heels clicking as she holds them in her hand.

Most of the times, she lingers on the door to wait for Percy to give her permission to step inside— as if he would ever tell her to leave. But not this time, this time she walks quickly and doesn’t even stop at the edge of the bed or sits like she always does.

No, this time she simply crawls into bed with him.

"Hey, how did-" He gets cut off when she suddenly wraps her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.

"Missed you." Her voice is muffled against his chest, but he's able to understand. "So much."

Percy wraps his arms around her waist almost instictively, pulling her closer to him. "You saw me this afternoon."

"Still missed you." She replies. "Especially after that date."

He chuckles softly, his fingers carding through her hair, her fingers curl slightly against his shirt, and he tightens his hold around her. And it feels right.

"Was it that bad?" He asks, keeping his tone light, as if he didn’t spend the whole day brooding.

"So bad." There’s no hesitance. "He talked about himself the whole night. Barely asked anything about me. And when he did, and I brought you up, he got all weird."

Percy's hands stopped on her hair for a second, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Weird?"

She shifted slightly, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. "He he told me that we should probably distance ourselves a little because people thought we were dating and he almost didn’t ask me out because of you."

"That's ridiculous." Percy laughs at that, but it even surprises him how forced it sounds, how his stomach twists again.

She pulls away now, barely really, just enough to look at him. "Yup, ridiculous, right?"

They both look at each other, her fingers still curled in his shirt, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. And neither of them moves.

After a moment, he whispers, as if he couldn't allow himself to speak any louder because it might break the whole thing. "Have you ever thought that maybe... it isn't so ridiculous?"

His heart is pounding, his gaze glued to her, waiting for a response. "Yes, maybe it isn't ridiculous, maybe-"

Percy doesn’t let her finish her sentence, he can't. Because the moment she confirms what he has been thinking about, it's like his body moves instinctively, his lips suddenly crashing against hers.

Cherry-mint lips welcoming his like they've been waiting for this for a long time, his hand brushing over the delicate chain around her neck, fingers pausing just for a second on the tiny gold letter that hangs on it.

And it's exactly what it should be. Soft. Sure. Familiar. Comforting. And even better than that first time they kissed back when they were twelve year-old kids convinced that all they could ever be was friends.

ʚĭɞ the kiss.

The next morning, nobody notices the change— because there has not been any evident change in the way they act. Everyone just thinks that the clingyness, the kisses on the cheek, the hugs, are just part of the routine already.

Until they're getting ready for capture the flag and, as usual, Percy helps her with her ponytail. It isn't anything that people haven't seen already, No. So everyone just rolls their eyes at them, mumbling about how oblivious they are.

"How many more months do you think will take them to finally realize?" Clarisse mumbles, putting on her helmet.

"Who knows? It could be years, they-" Grover's words die on his mouth when Percy suddenly leans to kiss her.

Kiss her. Percy is kissing her. In front of everyone.

He doesn’t even realize that people have stopped to look at them, because as he pulls away, the only thing worth his attention is her smile as he says. "You'll do great out there, angel."

"I swear if you tell me you're only friends after that, Jackson." Leo tells him after she has ran off to go find her spear.

Percy chuckles, his smile bright, his eyes still fixed on her. "Friends? No, that's my girl."

[kingkaisen]

“What? You’re married? And you’re a dad?”

Yuji finds out that 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 has a family. — same au as this ♡

Yuji Itadori wanted to know more about the world’s strongest sorcerer, who he was lucky enough to have as his teacher.

The two of them walked along the sidewalk peacefully after completing a bit of training.

As Yuji devoured his blue popsicle, his wide eyes stared at the side of his teacher’s face.

Despite the black blindfold covering his ocean blue eyes, Gojo could feel his student’s eyes on him for two minutes straight.

“I’m surprised you haven’t bumped into something yet,” Gojo spoke up, breaking the silence as he smiled slightly. “Why are you staring at me? Something on my face?”

“No, I just had a question I wanted to ask you — can I?” Yuji tilted his head a bit.

“Don’t be silly, of course you can. What is it?”

“There’s a ring on your finger.”

Gojo was silent for a moment, but his amused grin widened. Eventually, he said, “that’s not a question, Yuji.”

“I know, I know, I just . . .” Yuji hesitated. After all, discussing such a personal topic with someone as superior as Satoru Gojo could have been disrespectful. Even so, he took his chances anyway. “Are you married?”

“I am.”

“Really?” Yuji smiled excitedly. He tossed his discolored popsicle stick in a nearby trashcan, and continued his late afternoon stroll with Gojo.

“Yeah, I’ve been married for eight years. Our anniversary is coming up pretty soon, actually. Think I’ll plan some sort of trip.”

“Wow, that’s really cool! Who are you married to? Do I know ‘em? What are they like?”

Due to his unwavering grin, Gojo felt a burning sensation in his light pink, blushed cheeks. Thinking about you had always resulted in him smiling so much, his face would hurt.

“You don’t know her, but Megumi does. Her name is Y/N, and she isn’t a sorcerer anymore, just an ordinary person who enjoys ordinary things, and I love that more than anything. Our daughter is-”

“What?” Yuji suddenly halted his footsteps.

“Hm? Something wrong?” Gojo questioned as he stopped walking, turning around to face the shocked boy.

“You have a daughter? Like an actual kid?” Yuji paused. “How come you never mentioned any of this before? How old is she? I wanna meet your family! Why have I never met them?”

“She‘s four,” Gojo laughed softly, and started to resume his walk along with Yuji. “Guess I had no idea you assumed I had no family, but it’s fine, you can meet them anytime you want. Wanna see a couple of pictures?”

“Yeah!” Flashing a bright smile, Yuji eagerly waited for Gojo to unlock his phone and scroll through his photos.

After only a couple of seconds — as it didn’t take the older man any time at all to find a photo of the two most beloved people in his life — Gojo handed his phone to Yuji, showing him a recent picture of the three of you hanging out at the park.

“Oh man, is that your wife? She’s really, really pretty, and your kid looks like the perfect combination of you both! Well, I guess that makes sense because you’re her parents, but it’s like fifty-fifty! She has your eyes, but Mrs. Gojo’s hair . . .” Yuji zoomed in and out of the photo as he rambled on, even taking it upon himself to search Gojo’s photos for even more pictures. “No way, is that Mrs. Gojo and Fushiguro? Fushiguro looks so young!”

“Yeah, he was around seven years old at the time. Me and Y/N were just dating then, but I knew I wanted to marry her. Best decision of my life.”

“When can I meet them?” Yuji asked, his brown eyes sparkling with hope.

“Why do you wanna meet them so badly?” Gojo reached out and grabbed his phone from Yuji, who had started to scroll a bit too far.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Smiling, Yuji paused. “You’re kinda like family to me now, I guess. So, I wanna meet the people you cherish the most, ‘cause I wanna cherish them too.”

Gojo didn’t say another word. Not to Yuji, at least. Instead, he hummed with satisfaction at his student’s kind words, and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found yours.

“Hi, baby,” Gojo greeted you over the phone, “Would you mind if I bring a student of mine over for dinner? He really wants to meet you . . . he’s not allergic to anything . . . Okay . . . That works for us . . . Tell my muffin that I’ll be home soon . . . I love you more, bye sweetheart.”

“Okay, we-”

“Great! Which way is your house? Which way? Is it this way?” Yuji excitedly started to run off in no particular direction, and Gojo couldn’t help but laugh.

While Yuji said he simply wanted to cherish Gojo’s family, Gojo knew that it was a bit deeper than that. After all, as far as Yuji was concerned, he had no one. He craved the domestic nature of a loving family. He was all alone.

Once they made it to Gojo’s home, Yuji excitedly greeted you with a hug as if he had known you his entire life.

He adored your food, laughing and chatting at the dinner table.

He adored your home, carefully admiring your decorations and asking plenty of questions.

He was also kind enough to help out with the dishes, and play with dolls with your daughter afterwards, using silly voices as he truly got into the role.

And, later on, when he saw Gojo grab your grinning face and shower it with kisses, and his little girl happily run up to him as he picked her up, tickling her as she giggled, Yuji silently hoped that one day, he too would have a family just as loving.

But, he didn’t have to observe the happy family from a distance much longer, as, suddenly, you and Gojo waved the boy over, and wrapped your arms around him in a silly, loving, group hug.

And he felt loved.

— PART III —

[scented-morker]

When you catch the bouquet at a wedding !

Inspired by pooks @luvyeni … this was so easy for me to write for some reason. 1.1k words, FLUFF, pet names and a couple smooches, fem!reader, mentions of an older sister in won’s part

Heeseung

He might be more excited about it than you were

Actually crazy because the other girls were shoving each other and jumping and it just happened to fall into your hands 😇

You look at the bundle of flowers in shock while all the guys at your table start nudging and elbowing your boyfriend

“You know what that means~”

When you come back over to the table you still look vaguely surprised, but you just set the bouquet down and go to take your seat like nothing happened

Meanwhile hee has spent the last five minutes planning your wedding

He pulls you into his lap before you can even sit in your own seat and whispers in your ear

“So we’re getting married huh?”

Now you’re both blushing messes 🤭

Jay

Bro has been ready to marry you since about the day you met

He’s the one that tells you to go with the other girls when they announce the bouquet toss in the first place

So when you actually catch it he just lights up

The proudest, most lovesick smile on his face

While the other girls fawn over you he turns to the guys at his table

“Guess who’s getting married!!”

The boys jump up and down with him and shout

“Do you even have a ring?”

They all shush sunghoon bc that doesn’t even matter 🙄

You’re flushed when you make your way back to him, fresh off of being mercilessly teased by your own friends

“So what size ring do you wear?”

“WHAT?”

Jake

He hypes you up before the toss, rubbing your shoulders like you’re a boxer about to go in the ring and not a bridesmaid trying to catch a bouquet

“Go get them baby!” He yells as you walk over, placing a light tap on your bottom while you roll your eyes and try to pretend you don’t know him

But he really really wants you to catch the flowers, so who are you to disappoint your man 🤨

Some girl almost knocks you down, but you catch those flowers !!

You can’t even bask in your success because Jake is running to the dance floor to pick you up and spin you around 🥹

“The wedding gods have spoken! You have to marry me!!”

You’re laughing like a maniac because he’s still spinning you and he’s so happy

“In what world would I ever say no?”

Hoon

He’s lost it

Like they called all the girls up to the floor for the toss and he was so confused when you winked at him before running up 😭

He asks Jake what you’re even doing before being told that whoever catches the bouquet is the person to get married next

His eyes get so wide as he watches the giant group of girls wrestle for the bundle of flowers

“They take this seriously huh?”

The boys let out actual cackles when the crowd disperses and you’re standing there with the flowers in your hand 😇

“Wait so that means-?”

He gets nothing but nudges and teases in response

“Hoon I caught it!!” You yell excitedly when you rejoin him at the table

His ears are pink, but he sends you the prettiest smile

He slides one of his rings off and slips it gently onto your hand

“Good job baby.”

Sunoo

“You have to catch that bouquet!!” He tells you excitedly. “It’s fate ok! Catch it!!”

You laugh as you join the other bridesmaids on the dance floor where the bride is

It’s silly, you know you’re gonna marry him anyway, but if he tells you to catch the bouquet then you’re gonna catch that bouquet 🙂‍↕️

Sorry to the girl you accidentally elbowed… this ain’t about her

The first thing you do when you catch it is turn to look at your boyfriend

While normally the guys look slightly embarrassed or shy, your boyfriend is jumping up and down and cheering

“That’s my girl!! Look she caught the bouquet!! We’re gonna get married!!”

You laugh at his reaction and run over to join him

“We’re gonna get married!” You join in with him

He takes the bouquet from you and kisses your lips

“Dang right we are.”

Jungwon

“You’re gonna go?” He asks when you stand up to participate in the bouquet toss

His ears are already red, and you let out a soft laugh

“Won there’s like fifty girls, I’m not gonna catch it. It’s just tradition!”

It’s your sisters wedding and she’d actually murder you if you didn’t participate, which Jungwon realizes is a valid point

“Ok, well have fun! Don’t get knocked out!”

You roll your eyes and stand on the outside of the crowd, not that interested in catching it

You swear your sister does it on purpose because explain how the bouquet is flying straight at you, completely away from every other girl on the dance floor 🤨

You barely have time to grasp it before she’s running over to you

“Oh it’s fate!! You’re next little sis!!”

You hug her with the flowers and turn to find your boyfriend, expecting him to be hiding his face or not paying attention

Instead he’s got the biggest smile on his face, deep dimples poking into his red cheeks while the other guys wolf whistle

He walks up to you and gives you a kiss

“I guess we can’t argue with fate.”

Riki

He’s laughing at you

“I hope that mean bridesmaid trips you when you try to catch it.”

“Shut up!” You smack his arm before walking away, sticking your tongue out when the mean bridesmaid he mentioned walks straight past you and to the front of the group

You didn’t care that much about catching the bouquet, you just wanted to annoy your boyfriend 😁

So when it actually lands right in your hands (knocked off its original course by the mean bridesmaid who hit it so hard it almost hit you in the face) you are SHOCKED

People immediately start cheering, and you don’t even have to look to know it’s coming from the table your boyfriend is still standing at

When you finally spare a glance to him, he’s gone entirely red and is being jostled by the rest of the guys at your table

You set the bouquet down nonchalantly on your table, pressing a kiss to his cheek before whispering “I wear a size 6 ring baby.” And then running to the bathroom to touch up your makeup

He will never recover (and is secretly making a Pinterest board of every size 6 ring he finds)