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HOLY SHIT YHE BLLK LEAKS???

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Hi. Can you make you make Fem!Glasses x Reader headcanons, specifically about dates, gifts, how they express love to each other ? Thank you and have a wonderful day !

Mentions of reader being a bit feminine, sorry if that wasn't what you were looking for T^T

Fem!Glasses x Dating Reader HCs

Dating Fem!Glasses is a overall wonderful experience when compared to dealing with any of the other members of her family

She’s calm, responsible, and also, really cute when she gets flustered and stutters shyly around you, and you couldn’t be happier as her girlfriend

Glasses is much more of a provider than a receiver, and she much more prefers to take care of you rather than have it the other way around

She loves doing things like bringing you flowers, pulling out your chair at restaurants, helping you put on your heels, and helping carrying your bags when you go shopping

That being said, she does love it when you help tie her tie for her, or pull a cigarette from her lips to pull her into a kiss

As you can tell she’s a bit of a classic lover, having spent her time pouring over so many romance books and advice columns on love

Typically, the dates she prefers are more classic, preferring dinner dates and taking you out to extravagant places (she likes to see you dressed up), that being said, she’s not against a more cosy movie date or cafe date

Hell, she’s fine with almost anything you want to do, though she does feel her face flush when you suggest a beach date, both from embarrassment of wearing a swimsuit and at the thought of seeing you in one

And obviously, every date with her ends in you receiving a gift of some kind

She’s very particular about getting you gifts, making sure that if they aren’t something you find useful it’s something you find sentimental

And you of course, always try to spoil her (though she tries to resist) with homemade pastries that you’ve baked for her 

Eventually, she gets used to it though, and starts warming up to the idea of you feeding her sweets

Though whether that’s from the prospects of sweets or the idea of seeing your beaming face as she accepts your goodies, no one can tell

She’s a bit flustered at times, but she does her best everyday to make you feel special and appreciated

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Satanick fumbled so hard with GriRea, she deserves WAY more, can we get some GriRea x fem! Reader dating headcanons? You may come up with whatever you want she has little to no info in her bio ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

GriRea x Reader Dating HCs

Okay I just looked up this queen and Satanick did fumble hard, he might not miss her, but I’d gladly take her

From what I can tell GriRea is the type to appreciate loyalty and hard work, as shown by her choice in subordinates (which might be the reason why she feels so angry towards Satanick)

I also think that she’s the type to act all high and mighty despite the fact that she can be very susceptible to a range of emotions when triggered (especially by a certain devil)

You’d probably meet her through Bis or Sibuna, you’d be fond of the formers quick wit and the latters… lack of wit, and become friends with them while in the Pitch Black World, and one day they’d offer to take you to their world

Naturally, you’d accept, and you’d find yourself meeting the Devil when they bring you to their workplace

You’d be struck by her beauty and the way she carries herself, and you’d politely introduce yourself

She doesn’t say too much, seeming a little withdrawn, but you don’t notice how her eyes curiously trail along you as you take your leave when you get dragged elsewhere by the overeager dogs

During your little vacation stay, you’d somehow manage to encounter her once alone almost everyday, and each time you’d try to make some sort of small talk

She’s a bit withdrawn at first of course, but slowly she starts to open up, shedding her cold untouchable aura to be a bit more warm towards you

You find her a bit more charming, and even a bit cute at her responses, but you don’t dwell on it too much as eventually, your vacation comes to an end

When you’re back at the Pitch Black World, after coming home one day, you’re a bit surprised to find Sibuna and Bis at your door

You ask him what they’re doing, and Sibuna responds that you’ve been invited back to their world at the request of their Devil, to which Bis elbows him in the stomach and curses him out for having loose lips

When you get there, you find the place decorated with roses and skulls (whos? you don’t ask) and you confusedly walk over to find a flustered GriRea looking expectantly at you

You open your mouth to speak before she flusteredly clears her throat and asks you if you find everything to be to your liking

You hesitantly nod, and she looks relieved, before offering you a beautiful tailor made dress as a gift and ushering you towards a table, a elegant feast laid out

Things start to slowly make sense as you look at the table, and you laugh as you ask amusedly if she’s trying to court you

She flushes and nods, and you, being flattered, accept

Being with GriRea involves being showered with finery and gifts, her giving almost anything to you the moment a request leaves your lips

That being said, she’s a bit shy when it comes to showing affection physically and verbally, though it's nothing you can’t help her with

(After a while of being together, she admits that she was purposely seeking you out when you were vacationing in her realm, and when you call her cute she blushes and looks away)

Overall, you’re a bit spoiled, but you have to take a bit of a lead in other matters when she gets too flustered

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nowhere else on the internet can you get content like this

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something i keep experiencing

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like clockwork every mogeko march I lose the ability to write </3

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bro this bllk chapter was hot bunz

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Saris and Suffering

Rin x Fem! Reader

No warnings!! Just fluff and Rin's jealous ass, inspired by me and my friend talking about how we think Rin would absolutely be dying at a desi wedding (we are both desi) lmao

Rin honestly didn’t think you could get any prettier, but when you came back after a few hours, late at night, with dark red patterns of red swirling across your dark skin, he stood corrected. For the first time it was a struggle to listen to you speak when all he wanted to do was trace the patterns on your skin leaving shivers in his reverent worship.

It’s so loud.

That’s the only thing that Rin can really think about right now, but once his other senses catch up to him he feels the exhaustion settle in.

There’s a cacophony of voices, a visual assault of color from the glaring lights reflecting off all the jewelry and colorful clothes, (his own clothes, kurta pajama, they’re scratching against his skin as he stands there) and there’s a distinct smell of curry and spice in the air lingering from the dinner (ridiculously spicy, to his dismay his nose started running after he took more than 3 bites. you didn’t even bat an eye as you cleared your plate.)

All this to say, he’s (begrudgingly) out of his element here. 

But you dragged him along anyway, a smile on your face as you excitedly chatted about your cousin's wedding, describing how much you missed your native cooked food and wearing Saris. He paid attention of course, (he always did, he wasn’t so lukewarm that he’d ignore you despite how much you talked) but he didn’t really consider how much this whole ordeal would take out of him. 

Of course, overstimulation was one thing, he could deal with a few nosy relatives of yours (at least he thinks they’re relatives, he isn’t sure who here you’re related to and who here is a family friend, you address them the same) asking about his job and his income and other annoying things that he couldn’t bother to waste anymore brain cells on, the real issue he was having here had more to do with the person he was dating.

He didn’t think he’d be so affected by it. But seeing you surrounded by your culture is… new. You seem happy in a way he’s never seen you before, not that you're ever a particularly unhappy person, but he can see a difference.

You light up when you eat your gulab jamun and your barfi, your lips wrapping around the sweets before smiling in a way that makes him pause for a moment. You focus so intensely on applying your kohl with a spark in your eyes, carefully drawing out the lines. And you speak your mother tongue so melodically, he finds himself riding the rhythm subconsciously.

And that’s hardly mentioning how you look.

He remembers the way you practically skipped down the stairs a few nights ago, excited for some sort of traditional event. (He remembers you explaining to him distantly. “It’s basically a mehndi party.”) He heard your footsteps, along with the jangling of jewelry, and looked up from his phone where he was mindlessly scrolling only to lose his breath for a moment.

Beauty has never been a concern to Rin. You always looked like you, which is to say, you always looked like the person he wanted to spend his life with. But seeing you then, your kohl lining your eyes and making them more intense, your bottu on your forehead, your hair pinned up in an intricate style, your green sari draped over you leaving a tantalizing sliver of skin exposed, your dangling jhumkas on your ears, glittering bangles on your arms and necklaces dropping over your chest… you looked heaven sent.

He almost didn’t want you to leave him then, filled with an annoyingly common surge of jealousy at the thought of anyone else getting the chance to see you, but he managed to give you a small complement instead, though a muttered “you look nice” could hardly explain the way he felt about seeing you.

Rin honestly didn’t think you could get any prettier, but when you came back after a few hours, late at night, with dark red patterns of red swirling across your dark skin, he stood corrected. For the first time it was a struggle to listen to you speak when all he wanted to do was trace the patterns on your skin leaving shivers in his reverent worship.

It was only the fact that you seemed exhausted that helped him stave off on his thoughts, but the fact that Desi weddings are so long is doing something awful to his self control. It’s like every day is a new form of torture for him, especially the dancing.

Rin wasn’t exactly unknowledgeable about other cultures, he knew that dance and music were big parts of the culture, but seeing you dance with colorful cloth swirling around you, and your anklets giving off a soft chime on every step is another thing. Safe to say the whole Sangeet was a nightmare, and he didn’t even bother to fight the urge of glaring at every person that looked your way. At least, when he wasn’t being dragged by you to the dance floor (it was miserable, the music was so loud he could feel it in his heart, and he felt like an awkward chicken next to your smooth moves, but then you smiled at him and well… he supposed he could survive one dance).

The wedding ceremony wasn’t so bad for Rin at least, all he had to do was sit there and watch the puja taking place, with you occasionally explaining the significance of each step to him while he nodded along. (Occasionally, his thoughts would stray though, because when they dropped the veil separating the bride and the groom he couldn’t help but imagine seeing you on the other side. Rin could feel his face heating up, though he tried his best to move past it.)

It’s the reception now though, and he thinks he can make it through this tiring ordeal with his wits still about him, when you sidle up to him in your pink sari, a smile on your lips.

“Tired?” You ask, looking at him somewhat amusedly.

He just lets out a soft huff in affirmation, tugging at the sleeves of his garment.

“Don’t worry, only a few more hours to go.” You laugh, and he can’t help the eye roll that escapes him at your words.

“That’s hardly any encouragement.” Rin mutters.

“You’re such a baby.” You say, your bangles clattering as you move to cup his cheek. “What are you gonna do if I want a desi wedding?”

He thinks about it for a moment. The uncomfortable clothes, the loud noises and the food that has him tearing up before looking at you, and your lips stained with red curling up beautifully.

“I’ll do it.” Rin responds.

You raise a brow at him letting out a disbelieving huff of laughter as you pull your hand away, and he doesn’t think you’ll really get it. You don’t understand the effect you have on him, the blinding devotion he feels for you, but when you find yourselves at whatever proverbial altar, he’ll make sure you understand, if even only a fraction of it.

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Hello!! Could we get some Reficul x gn/fem! reader dating headcanons? Of course it's absolutely understandable if you don't write for fem characters, anyways I hope you'll have a wonderful day or night!!

Ofc!! thank you for requesting, sorry if the fem part isnt clear I tried T^T

Also warnings for slight NSFW mentions and power imbalences

Reficul x Fem!Reader

It all starts when you are offered the opportunity to work under the Pentagram world’s Devil as an intern

Lzet is kind enough as he shows you around the palace, absentmindedly telling you about the ins and outs of the people and your work schedule to which you jot down in your notebook, taking the whole thing very seriously

Most of the people are pretty… nice? You suppose you can say, sure there are a few weirdos (Mephir) but everyone seems friendly enough, though you still haven’t met your boss herself

In fact, you only meet her at the end of the week while you’re getting coffee for a clearly overworked Lzet, fiddling with the buttons when she speaks to you

You don’t bother to look up as you make the coffee, but you remain polite and cordial as you speak to the woman beside you, gushing slightly about how excited you are to work here

It’s only when you look up and you realize that your boss is looking at you with an amused look on her face that the heat creeps up your face

Flustered apologies ensue, but she shrugs and says that she doesn’t mind if you speak casually to her, just as long as you remember who’s in charge

Needless to say your face is very red after that interaction

For the most part you manage to settle in after a month, and people seem to warm up to you, you’re very pampered to say the least even though you try to do your best to help out

Opposite of your boss who seems to relish in not doing any tasks and is constantly pushed to do things

You would be irked by that fact, if it weren’t for the fact that she found such amusement in teasing you

She’s not malicious or anything, she’s just a tad bit flirty with you, which serves to leave you flustered whenever you interact with you

It’s things like remarking that she should make skirts part of the dress code when she sees you and touching your hand when you bring her paperwork (that she will inevitably pass on to Lzet) that catch your heart

Of course, you eventually end up catching feelings for Reficul, especially when she stays back late one night and keeps you company when you work on some documents

You’re sure she doesn’t feel the same, after all, she has a wife that you’ve met at a holiday party (though her wife was a tad bit flirty with you too)

But one day, on a late night, you take a chance, because you were entranced by the setting or more likely her, and lean in to kiss her on impulse

You pause for a moment, unsure then for a second, before her lips meet your eagerly and greedily

Panicked, after the kiss, you leave hastily, embarrassed by your unprofessionalism

At first you think you might have fucked everything up royally and your internship was going to dust, but to your surprise the next day, you’re offered a permenant position

You go to confront Reficul, but she only regards you with a lazy wave of her hand and tells you with no filter that she’s already fucking Lzet so you don’t need to worry about it

You’re stunned for a moment, but you can hardly dwell on it when she smirks and says she’d extend the offer to you too

Obviously, you blush and stammer and leave abruptly, but the thought lingers in your mind, and you find that you don’t hate the idea of being with her

So hesitantly the next day, you shyly ask her if she’d be willing to take things slow, to which she agrees with a smug smile

Dating Reficul involves a lot of forcing her to do her work, but she never slacks in the romantic department

She’s a very attentive lover despite her laziness and she doesn’t forget any anniversary 

Sin is also very close to you and she dotes on you often, finding you very cute

Mors unofficially might have 3 moms after this but he’s not complaining with how nice you are

Refi does her best to be professional when she’s around you at work, but she can’t help tossing in a flirty comment on how pretty you look every now and then

Slight nsfw, but yall are def fucking at her desk and she’s topping, sorry about that

Overall, the both of you are very cute, you being work focused  and flustered and her being laid back and flirty, but the both of you make it work

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I came hehe

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can i request etihw and kcalb(seperated) with gn!Reader that is kept frozen due to the sins they done in the war.This is headcanons request:3

Thank you<3

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Thank you for requesting!!

Etihw and Kcalb with a Frozen Reader:

Etihw

You had been an underling of Etihw during the war, and a particularly vicious warrior at that.

To spare the details of gore, lets just say no demon was spared their head (or most limbs) when you took your place on the battlefield 

And Eti respected you as a soldier on the battlefield, but in the tender moments when you lowered your guard to look towards the stars with a weary look on your face… that’s when they started to fall in love with you

Of course, it wasn’t anything that either of the two of you could indulge in, rather you’d settle for lingering touches and subtle words between the two of you

And then the war came to an end, and Eti was filled with relief, finally they could be with you unburdened

But… you just couldn't adjust, despite the fact that you respected your God’s decisions

You were always a tad bit too snappy towards the demons, too rigid in a way that transcended grudges

You were a violent beast, and the only thing that Eti could think to quell you was a reincarnation

It worked before, with Yosaflame and Sherbet… all they needed was a fresh start, so maybe that’s what you needed too

But it didn’t work, as no matter how hard they tried, you just seemed to hold onto this unending hatred

Remaking and destroying you took too much out of them, they realized they couldn’t keep you unless they made a sacrifice…

Or not

After all they are a God, they can at least keep a part of you around, even if they can’t keep you entirely

They really do hate to keep you locked up, but there’s a certain beauty to looking at you untethered to anything, relaxing for once in this moment frozen in time

Kcalb

You were Kcalb’s underling, with a violent streak towards all Angels and a particular disdain towards their God

But despite the violence you showed towards Angels, you were always soft and tender towards your fellow demons and your Devil

Kcalb respected you for your drive and appreciated how you cared for all the devils under your care, eventually leading to the both of you having an intimate relationship

You never held back in your affections towards him, treating him gently whenever you were free from the confines of battle 

Ater and Arbus often remarked it was like you had two personalities with how quickly you would shift when you perceived a threat

But when the war came to an end, you were adamantly against the decision

How could you forgive them? After they had sealed your beloved deep underground for all that time, leaving your hatred to fester

You snarled at Kcalb, and told him that you’d never forgive him for sparing the enemy, that you hated him

It hurt him deeply, wounded him, but still he dragged you kicking and screaming to Etihw, in hopes that you might be reincarnated into something softer, something more docile

But of course, it didn’t work, and it pained him with each reincarnation watching as you snapped back into your hatred, not just of Angels, but of him too now

He was at his wits end, unable to stand the pain that each day brought, and eventually, with a deep sadness in his heart, he asked Etihw to seal you away

Eti agreed, for the sake of keeping peace in their new world, and so there you’re left, frozen in time in the confines of Kcalb’s room, your eyes closed so that he might not see the blazing rage within them

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Constant

Kunigami x GN! Reader

Comfort Angst, Kunigami comes back home after alllll that bullshit, reader is shorter than Kuni, other than that no descriptions

And sure, you still rooted for him, a smile would still pull at your lips whenever he scored a goal and you applauded when he won his one on ones… but you couldn’t bring yourself to cheer along with everyone else while the matter still festered in your heart. You missed your boyfriend, and you weren’t sure you’d get him back.

Sometimes people don’t have to die to be brought back to life. Sometimes you know someone and then they come back as someone new entirely, and sometimes you’re left mourning the remains of the person you once knew.

You think you subconsciously realized it when you finally got a chance to see Rensuke on screen, with his big debut on BLTV. 

And at first you were excited. You hadn’t seen your beloved boyfriend in months (though to you it felt like years) and you were wondering what he could possibly be doing at that training camp he told you so excitedly about all that time ago.

(“This is my chance to prove myself.” He told you with a grin that evening in your room, the stretch of his lips just so tempting for you to reach in and kiss, illuminated by the faint dying rays of sunlight.

“And you will.” You say with an encouraging smile of your own. “It’s only natural you were picked after all.”

Rensuke ducked his head then slightly, an uncharacteristically shy expression coming onto his face, one that only you could coax out from him when you showered him with compliments. His hand gently comes up, lacing his fingers with yours as his cheeks redden slightly. 

“I think I owe some of it to you, for always being there.”

Your heart feels light in this moment, and even though you know you won’t see him for a while, you can hardly let that bitterness sully this moment as you gently squeeze his hand back. 

“That’s what sidekicks are for.”)

But from the moment you saw him on the screen… something was different. He was different.

He was colder, more abrasive than he had been before, closed off, rude. 

Of course, he wasn’t completely different. Not much could sway that sense of morality he stood steadfast to, try as he might he would always be a man bound by a sense of justice and he could never really shake that lingering kindness that he was binded to.

But nevertheless, he wasn’t exactly the same person as he had been when he stepped foot into that facility.

And sure, you still rooted for him, a smile would still pull at your lips whenever he scored a goal and you applauded when he won his one on ones… but you couldn’t bring yourself to cheer along with everyone else while the matter still festered in your heart.

You missed your boyfriend, and you weren’t sure you’d get him back.

And it honestly worries you now, that you feel anxious about seeing the boy that you at one point could easily fall asleep next to (no matter how much he complained that you should be more careful about trusting guys so easily, always the chivalrous one he was).

But still, you can see hints of Rensuke, traces of your boyfriend you know and love, so now, when you’re finally going to meet him again, you’ll still hold onto that faith that he’ll still have that same look in his eye when he sees you.

You take a soft breath then, and take in your surroundings of the exterior of his house. The lawn is neat and the house is welcoming in a classic sort of way with the nice wooden exterior and the pink bikes sitting outside, reminding you of the way his younger sisters would love to pester the both of you whenever you came over.

(You always remarked to him that when you guys grew up that you two should buy a house like his. He would always smile at you.

“You wanna spend the rest of your life with me?” Rensuke would ask, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Depends, you gonna marry me?” You’d respond in return, laughing at the way he’d suddenly flush and look away.)

It’s strange how you feel so much apprehension just knocking on the door, but you push past it because you want to see him so bad. 

He hasn’t texted you once since he’s gotten back, you’ve only heard about his return from his sisters (who stole your number off of his phone long ago), who seem to be equally unnerved by his shift in personality.

So, petty as it is, you’re dropping by unannounced, because you desperately need to see him in person.

You raise your hand to knock again, when you hear a tell tale rattling from the door, the familiar sound of someone undoing all the locks, and you swallow as the door swings open slowly.

His eyebags look even worse in person, and his mouth is set into a firm press, betraying no outward emotion unlike the jovial smile he used to wear whenever he saw you. His eyes… they seem tired and hold such a deep melancholy you briefly wonder what blue you would use to paint it.

You had a lot of things planned out originally when you saw him. You were going to ask him to explain to you what happened, you were going to demand an explanation as to why he hadn’t texted you, you were going to open up with a funny joke, you were going to congratulate him on his efforts. 

But you do none of those things.

Instead you take a step forward. And then another, and then another, until you’re right in front of him, nearly breaching his personal space. Then, you pause, look him in the eye, and immediately, without any processing on your part, your hands are around his back, holding him in a tight embrace.

He freezes.

You freeze too for a moment, your arms still around him, and a hot flash of panic rushes through you, and you wonder, for just a moment if he might pull away.

But instead, his arms come to hold you gently against him, one around your waist and one on the back of your head, in that same old comforting move that has you wondering if anything really changed at all.

You both stand there for a few seconds, entrapped in this embrace, before you manage to whisper out the words that you think you’ve wanted to say the most this entire time.

“I missed you.”

A part of you thinks you might be an idiot, for expecting things to be exactly the same though you know they won’t be, but you think you can deal with navigating this new territory as long as he keeps his arms around you.

He rests his head on yours, and his voice comes out, gravely and tired, but unmistakably his.

“I missed you too.”

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...he messed up the whole kitchen😔

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The “That’s immoral you shouldn’t write that, we need to get that taken down” discourse on tiktok right now is PISSING ME OFFF

Wdym you want censorship for a literal ARCHIVE are you fucking stupid

Ao3 was literally founded to preserve works that were largely getting taken down due to censorship

Censorship is the opposite of what Archive of Our Own stands for

The TAGS and WARNINGS are there for a REASON. Use them and stop complaining

The universal rule—don’t like, don’t read

It’s THAT simple

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Sae’s so weird. You ask him what his dream car is one day expecting an answer like a BMW or something and then he says with a straight face a Subaru

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Writing a fic about this now bc I am insane 🙂‍↕️

Thinking about how if you’re the type of person to flirt with your friends, Rin is actively having an aneurism while dating you.

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And they were roomates

Sae x GN! Reader

Arranged Marriage AU, slightly suggestive at the end, fluff, typed out in like an hour so it might be ass

Sae’s charming, in a typical book stereotypic way, his blunt, chilling demeanor, he’s like something out of a billionaire romance novel you’d pick up, but he’s also not. He watches Crayon Shin-chan, he cracks jokes (though sometimes you can’t tell if he’s serious or not), and he’s a massive weirdo (he finds the strangest things intriguing, an example being his choices of friends). And maybe that’s why you found yourself falling for him, because he’s a complete dork at times despite everything about his initial impression screaming otherwise.

Your relationship with Sae has always been quite stiff, but it’s not something you ever really minded when you thought about it.

Arranged marriages aren’t exactly supposed to be considered the prime of romance, but you haven’t really gone into this thinking that it would be some sort of romantasy book. At best, it’s a slightly awkward roommate situation with a healthy dose of boring that you’d find in any dorm situation.

The only difference is that you share a bed with a pillow between the two of you, (for your comfort more than his, you suppose he wouldn’t care either way) and the fact that his parents and yours will occasionally pester the two of you about your marital relations.

But other than that, it’s the standard roommate situation. Adjusting to each others schedules (he goes for runs at ungodly hours in the morning), setting rules (you’re not allowed to hog the shower in the evenings) and occasional roommate bonding activities (you and him have movie nights, and you strongly uphold the idea that Taxi Driver is a shit movie), it’s normal.

But you notice that lately, things have skewed slightly, you find yourself a bit too eager to see him when he comes home from  practices, discover yourself taking over for the cooking when you know he’ll be late, looking forward to hanging out with him. You notice that nowadays you don’t even bother to put the pillow down between the two of you when you go to bed.

It takes you a good while to realize, but you know that deep in your heart it was obvious. You have a crush on your husband.

And it’d be so silly of you to pursue that, these lingering feelings of affection, when you know he’s only in it for familial obligations, but still, you can’t help but fall for him.

Sae’s charming, in a typical book stereotypic way, his blunt, chilling demeanor, he’s like something out of a billionaire romance novel you’d pick up, but he’s also not. He watches Crayon Shin-chan, he cracks jokes (though sometimes you can’t tell if he’s serious or not), and he’s a massive weirdo (he finds the strangest things intriguing, an example being his choices of friends). And maybe that’s why you found yourself falling for him, because he’s a complete dork at times despite everything about his initial impression screaming otherwise.

Anyway, it all comes to a head one night as the both of you are baking in the kitchen, your hands and clothes stained with flour as you set to work rolling out the dough for cinnamon rolls, him being occupied with the creating the batter for the pumpkin bar recipe you showed him (you knew he wouldn’t eat any of your baked goods on the account of his diet, so you compromised with this). It’s simple and domestic, and you can’t help the way your heart races slightly in your chest as you try to focus on the way you carefully push your rolling pin across the expanse of the tan dough.

You’ve been absentmindedly chatting for sometime when suddenly the topic of your marriage is brought up, and you laugh as you tell him that you weren’t exactly sure what marriage would be, but you didn’t expect it to be like this.

“Is it worse or better?” Sae asks, pouring the batter into the tray carefully, using his spatula to maneuver the liquid out.

You pause to consider this as you reach over for your brown sugar and cinnamon mixture to spread over the dough. 

“It’s not worse than what I thought the worst case scenario would be, but it’s not better than the best case scenario.” You answer, looking at him with a slight smile.

He looks up at you then, mildly curious as he sets his bowl down, the batter spread out evenly in the pan in a way that’s so infuriatingly perfect compared to your slightly clumpy spread and speaks, his cool tone betraying nothing of his own feelings on the matter.

“And what would have been your best case scenario?”

You’re tempted to respond comically, an image of an Adonis with a heart of gold and the charisma of a prince flitting through your mind, your imaginary husband having both the ability to lead a university lecture and yet somehow also only listen to you during arguments, but you shrug and decide to be honest. 

“I think my best case scenario would have had a bit more romance.” You say, starting in on carefully rolling up your dough. 

“Not that we aren’t madly attracted to each other.” You add on as an afterthought, a slightly bitter smile on your face as you consider your own one sided secret infatuation. “Which reminds me, when exactly are you going to fall in love with me?”

You can already see his reaction, the blank look he’ll give you when you bother him too much with your jokes, a dry scoff leaving his lips as he stares at you with a disbelieving demeanor, probably paired with an eye roll if he’s feeling particularly catty.

“I already have.” He says instead, making you pause in your actions, your dough half rolled as you look up at him.

You can’t usually tell when Sae is joking, it’s true, but you can tell when he’s really serious about something, the way his body shifts to face you as he begins to talk, even the slow smooth candace of his tone, but the most important give away is the way his eyes narrow slightly, the green in them becoming even more piercing.

For a moment, you’re stuck there, frozen in place as the implications of the words really start to sink in, awe struck by the realization that what you wanted, what was something so close, yet so impossibly far away, was right there in your grasp.

And then the oven beeps, and the world resumes motion as you watch him absentmindedly put the tray inside, clueless to how you’re feeling as he shuts the door in place.

“I’ll be back later then, I’m going to shower.” He says, and you can’t tell if you’re still breathing. 

It must be nice being emotionally dense you think, but as you see a hint of a smirk on his face you realize that you might be wrong about his sensitivity towards emotions.

“You should be more firm with your boundaries starting now though.” He says over his shoulder. “I’ve got needs too and I won’t be able to hold back if you keep forgetting to put that pillow down.”

The words echo in your mind as you look after him as he leaves, your dough half rolled into a tube as you struggle to process what just took place. Eventually, you manage to form a single thought as you stand there, face flushed.

Asshole.

[onceonafullmoon]

Thinking about how if you’re the type of person to flirt with your friends, Rin is actively having an aneurism while dating you.