#It’s not the BEST but. I refuse to keep messing around and overthinking it

[milolovesbmc]

“You know where to find me… and I know where to look”

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Good Luck Charm | CL16

PART OF MY IS IT CASUAL NOW? SERIES

Summary: If this was just supposed to be Casual, why is he acting like this? Why is he holding her close as if he never plans to let go?

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It had started out as a casual thing. A friends-with-benefits arrangement, nothing more. At least, that’s what she told herself at first.

But Charles made it difficult to keep things casual. There was an undeniable charm to him, a sweetness she hadn't anticipated. He didn’t just text her at night or call her when he was back in Monaco. Instead, he called regularly, sometimes even when he was across the world for a race. He’d ask about her day, make her laugh with stories about his travels, and always ended with some version of, “I can’t wait to come home and see you.”

And then, there were the little things he did that went beyond what she’d expected. He’d bring her favorite coffee when they met up, remember small details she’d mentioned in passing, and leave her cute voice messages when he found something that reminded him of her. Charles was effortlessly thoughtful, as if caring for her was second nature.

One evening, after a tough qualifying session, he called her, his voice a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. “You would not believe how bad the setup felt today,” he complained. “It’s like the car just… refused to cooperate.”

She listened as he vented, offering encouragement and making him laugh with a few lighthearted comments. By the end of the call, he sounded calmer, even managing a smile in his voice. “You know, you’re good at this. You make me feel better even from thousands of miles away.”

“Well, someone has to keep you sane,” she teased.

“Oh, you’re doing much more than that,” he replied warmly. “Really, I wish you could be here. You’d probably make the whole race go smoother, just by being around.”

“Is that so?” she teased, her heart swelling at the thought. “And how exactly would I do that?”

“Your mere presence would calm my nerves,” he insisted, the playful lilt in his voice making her laugh. “You know how competitive it gets. If I could just look up and see you, I’d feel so much better.”

“Maybe I’ll have to make an appearance then,” she said lightly, but in her heart, she felt a pang of longing at the thought of being close to him, sharing those moments in person.

As the weeks passed, the calls became a comforting routine. He’d check in after qualifying sessions, asking her opinion on his performance, or he’d call after a disappointing race, needing to vent. It was during those moments that she began to see how much he truly valued her support.

“Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to come in tenth?” he grumbled one afternoon, his voice low and strained as he paced in his hotel room.

“Pretty frustrating, I’d imagine,” she replied sympathetically. “But it’s just one race, right? You’ve got more coming up.”

“Yeah, but it’s Monaco next! I can’t mess that up. It’s my home! The pressure is insane.” He took a deep breath, and she could almost picture him running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “I need to win this one.”

“Then you need to focus and stop overthinking it. You’re talented, Charles. Trust your instincts. You’ve got this,” she reassured him, her voice firm.

“You always know what to say. I can’t wait to come home and see you again.” He sounded lighter, a smile evident in his tone. “Maybe you should come see me race sometime.”

She laughed it off, but Charles was relentless. Every few days, he’d bring up the idea of her coming to watch him race. “Come on,” he’d say, “Just one weekend.”

But she kept brushing it off, always with a half-serious excuse. “Charles, I have a job, remember? I can’t just fly out to some random country you know”

One evening, he finally pulled out his best argument. “Monaco,” he said with a grin she could practically hear over the phone, “that's literally our backyard. No excuses this time.”

She groaned, pretending to resist. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“But charmingly so,” he countered, voice teasing but hopeful.

Eventually, she caved. “Fine. I’ll come. Just because you’ll never let me hear the end of it if I don’t.”

His laugh was practically a shout of victory. “You’re going to love it, I promise. And I’ll make sure you have the best seat in the house.”

When she arrived at the paddock on race day, Charles was waiting for her at the VIP entrance, practically bouncing on his feet. The moment he spotted her, he broke into a grin and quickly made his way over.

“You came!” He wrapped her in a hug, holding her close like he hadn’t seen her in years.

“I told you I’d be here,” she laughed, squeezing him back. “Though you owe me big time for putting up with all this noise and chaos.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I intend to make it up to you,” he replied with a smirk, keeping his arm around her as he led her inside. “Let me show you around.”

Charles walked her through the paddock, his hand resting possessively on her lower back as he guided her past the hustle and bustle of team members, mechanics, and engineers. He introduced her to some of the crew, who greeted her with warm smiles, and she couldn’t help but feel the pride radiating from Charles as he spoke about the work they put into the car.

“See that guy?” he said, pointing to a tall man with a headset who was deeply focused on the monitor. “That’s my race engineer. He’s the one who helps guide me during the race.”

She nodded, genuinely interested as Charles continued to explain the intricacies of the race preparations. “And this,” he said, leading her to the Ferrari garage, “is where all the magic happens.”

As they entered at the Ferrari garage, Charles spotted his brother Arthur nearby. “Ah, you have to meet Arthur,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile. “You’ll love him.”

Arthur approached, giving her a friendly grin as he shook her hand. “So, you’re the ‘lucky charm’ Charles keeps talking about,” he said, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

“Don’t start,” Charles muttered, clearly embarrassed, though he didn’t let go of her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Arthur,” she replied, feeling her cheeks heat up as she shot Charles a playful look. “I didn’t realize I had such a reputation around here.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Arthur chuckled, giving his brother a knowing look. Charles just rolled his eyes and nudged him away, muttering something about “family being an embarrassment.”

Before long, Charles was called back for his final preparations, and he turned to her, his expression softening. “You’ll be watching, right?”

“Front row seat,” she promised, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

The race itself was a whirlwind of emotions. As the lights went out and the cars roared to life, she felt her heart racing in tandem with the engines. Each lap was a rollercoaster of tension and excitement, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Charles. He navigated the track with grace and determination, every move calculated, every turn precise.

With each passing lap, the anticipation built, and when he crossed the finish line in first place, she couldn’t help but scream with joy. The entire atmosphere erupted in cheers, but for her, it was all about Charles. He’d done it. He’d won!

As he climbed out of the car, sweat glistening on his forehead, he scanned the crowd until his eyes locked onto hers. A wide smile broke across his face, and he hurried over, not caring about the cameras or the noise.

“Did you see that? I did it!” he shouted, wrapping her in a tight hug that lifted her off the ground. She could hardly believe it as he peppered her face with kisses, excitement spilling over. “You’re my good luck charm!”

“I think you had it in you all along!” she laughed, overwhelmed by the joy radiating from him.

“Not without you here,” he insisted, his eyes sparkling with delight. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You make everything better.”

She laughed, still wrapped in his arms, as he planted quick, enthusiastic kisses all over her face. “Charles, everyone’s watching!”

“Let them watch,” he said, not even caring, still grinning as he peppered her face with kisses.

The celebration was in full swing when they stepped into the club, Charles was surrounded by friends, team members, and fans who were all there to revel in his long-awaited Monaco victory. The energy was infectious, and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride watching him receive endless pats on the back, his grin wide and eyes gleaming under the flashing lights. He never let her stray far from his side, keeping a steady arm around her waist as they moved through the crowd.

"Finally won my home race," he said, leaning close so she could hear him over the music, his voice filled with disbelief and joy. "It still doesn’t feel real."

She nudged him lightly, a teasing smile on her lips. "You sure it happened? You’re not dreaming right now?"

"Guess I’ll find out if I wake up," he said, laughing as he twirled her in place, pulling her back against his chest. "But you’re here, so I’d say this has to be real."

They both laughed, the shared warmth and excitement washing over them like a wave. He kept her close as they moved through the club, accepting congratulations and raising toasts with anyone who approached. But every few minutes, his hand would slide back to hers, squeezing her fingers or pulling her back to his side. His eyes would find hers, that familiar spark of mischief dancing in his gaze.

Eventually, they found themselves tucked into a quieter corner of the club, away from the crowd. Charles leaned against the wall, tugging her closer until her hands rested on his chest, his grin turning cheeky as he looked down at her.

“So, you’re not disappearing on me tonight, are you?” he teased, his fingers tracing a lazy line up her arm. “I kind of like having you around.”

“Disappearing?” she laughed. “Please, Leclerc, it’s like I’m glued to you tonight. You’ve barely let go of my hand.”

He smirked, his hands slipping down to her waist as he pulled her even closer. "Can you blame me? Best night of my life, and I want you right here."

The sincerity in his voice softened her, but he quickly masked it with a grin, tugging her back onto the dance floor. They spent hours laughing, dancing, and talking between sips of champagne, the atmosphere around them filled with lighthearted banter. Charles was in his element, his joy contagious as he celebrated with everyone around him, but his attention kept circling back to her—small glances, soft touches, lingering smiles.

At one point, he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Come with me."

Before she could respond, he was guiding her toward a secluded corridor at the back of the club, pressing her gently against the wall. His hands settled on her waist as he looked down at her, his gaze intense and filled with an energy that set her pulse racing. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was equal parts heated and sweet, his fingers tracing her sides as he held her close.

When he finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead against hers, his voice a low murmur. "Thank you for being here tonight. Wouldn’t have wanted to celebrate with anyone else."

The words made her chest tighten, and before she could respond, he was kissing her again, a soft laugh escaping his lips as they stayed wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the world outside their small bubble.

Later, as the night wound down, they left the club together, Charles’ hand never leaving hers. Back at his apartment, he pulled her inside, his smile turning playful again. "One more toast, maybe?"

“Isn’t that what you said after the last toast?” she teased, following him into the kitchen as he poured them each a final glass of champagne.

“What can I say? It’s a big night,” he said, winking. They clinked glasses, his eyes never leaving hers as they sipped, and when she set her glass down, he was already pulling her close, his lips brushing along her jawline before settling on her lips.

They drifted into his bedroom, Charles’ touches growing more insistent as he held her close, a mix of laughter and whispered words filling the space between them. He was relentless, the intensity of the night fueling each kiss, each lingering touch as they stayed wrapped up in each other.

Finally, as the early hours of morning crept in, they lay tangled together in his bed, the celebrations fading into a comfortable quiet. Charles lay beside her, his face nestled against her neck as his breathing slowed, a soft smile on his face.

“Perfect night,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

She smiled, her fingers running through his hair as she whispered, “Yeah, it was.”

In the quiet that followed, she felt his breathing even out, his arm around her tightening slightly as he drifted off to sleep, holding her close as if he never planned to let go.

Taglist: @dullypully @wintterily @sageskiesf1 @firefirevampire @eloriis

[cruel-seduction]

Remus Lupin as Your Boyfriend

warning - Suggestive language (no smut tho) And idk

(୨୧) The Bookstore Gentleman - Remus will always find a way to make your heart flutter in the quietest, most thoughtful ways. Like when he insists on carrying your bag through the aisles of a dusty bookstore, quietly plucking a book off the shelf that he knows you’ll love and slipping it into the pile. (You didn’t notice until you got home, and now you’re melting because this nerdy cutie remembers everything you say.) Bonus: He’ll read it with you, even if it’s a cheesy romance novel.

(୨୧) The “Am I Enough?” Eyes - Sometimes, when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about, Remus will stare at you with this soft, almost sad smile, as if he’s wondering how someone like you could love someone as “damaged” as him. (First of all, we love this self-doubting man, but sir, please. Look in the mirror. You’re stunning. Scars and all.)

(୨୧) The Full Moon Touch - The closer it gets to the full moon, the more possessive he becomes. It’s subtle at first—his hand lingering on your waist a little longer than usual, his tone getting sharper when someone flirts with you. But then there are the nights where he pulls you close, his voice low and gravelly as he mutters, “You’re mine. No one else gets to look at you the way I do.” (Oh, we’re weak for possessive Remus.)

(୨୧) The Sweater Thief - You know those oversized sweaters he always wears? Yeah, good luck keeping your hands off them. And the best part? He doesn’t even mind when you steal them—he secretly loves seeing you in them. (“You look better in it than I do,” he’ll say with a shy smile, even though he looks like an absolute dream in everything he wears.)

(୨୧) The Jealous Nerd - Oh, Remus tries to be rational, but when someone is blatantly flirting with you, his insecurities take over. He doesn’t lash out; instead, he’ll go quiet and broody, probably burying his nose in a book to avoid showing how much it’s bothering him. (Cue you dragging him out of the library and planting the biggest kiss on his lips, just to remind him that he’s the only one you want.)

(୨୧) The “I Don’t Deserve You” Whisperer - On the rare nights when his walls come down completely, he’ll hold you close, his voice barely above a whisper as he confesses, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” (Sir, what did we do to deserve you?!) You’ll spend the next hour convincing him that he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

(୨୧) The Bedroom Poet - Don’t let the quiet demeanor fool you. When he’s alone with you, this man has a way with words that’ll make you forget how to breathe. Imagine him tracing your skin with his fingertips, murmuring lines from his favorite poems, his voice husky and full of reverence. (“If I could write you into the stars, I’d make every constellation spell your name,” he whispers. Dead. We’re dead.)

(୨୧) The “Anger Isn’t Sexy, But Remus Makes It Work” Moment - When his temper flares during the full moon, it’s like watching a storm roll in—dangerous, but oddly captivating. He’ll try to push you away, not wanting to scare you, but you refuse to leave. And when he finally lets you in, the raw vulnerability in his eyes is enough to break your heart. (Bonus: the makeup cuddles are the stuff of dreams.)

(୨୧) The Late-Night Snuggler - Remus might have a hard time believing he deserves you, but he’ll cling to you like you’re his lifeline in the middle of the night. You’ll wake up to find him wrapped around you, his face buried in your hair, mumbling something incoherent about how much he loves you. (Okay, but why is this man so perfect?)

(୨୧) The Kitchen Disaster - He tries so hard to cook for you, but let’s face it, this man is a walking disaster in the kitchen. (“It’s supposed to look like that,” he insists, pointing at a half-burnt omelet that looks more like a science experiment gone wrong.) But the way he smiles at you when you laugh at his mess? Worth it.

(୨୧) The Overthinking Lover

This man will overthink literally everything. Did he hug you too tight? Did he say the wrong thing? The best part is, you won’t even have to ask, because he’ll apologize before you can even notice anything’s wrong. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. If I did, I’m so sorry…” (And then you’ll have to reassure him for ten minutes, because no, Remus, you did not make me uncomfortable. You’re perfect, actually.)

(୨୧) The Bedroom Eyes, But Soft

When Remus wants you, it’s not the aggressive way some guys do. It’s soft, deliberate, and tender. His eyes—those warm, honey-colored eyes—will turn molten as he gets closer. He’ll brush your hair behind your ear, whisper something sweet, like “You’re so beautiful,” before kissing you softly. (But when the full moon approaches? Lord have mercy. He’s a completely different animal, in every sense.)

(୨୧) The Scars Don't Matter

Remus doesn’t always talk about his scars, but if you ask, he’ll softly admit that they remind him of darker times. But here’s the thing: when he’s with you, he doesn’t hide them. You love him for all of it. (And when you touch those scars, he just melts. That’s you, loving all of him—the good and the not-so-good.)

(୨୧) The Morning After Glow - Waking up next to Remus is pure bliss. He’s all warm skin and soft smiles, his hair sticking out in every direction. He doesn’t even try to hide the way he’s staring at you, his voice low and raspy as he mumbles, “You’re beautiful, you know that?” (Bonus: He’s totally the type to pull you back under the covers for another round—because why not start the day with a little magic?)

(୨୧) The Late-Night Study Sessions - As much as he tries to keep things strictly academic, there’s something about the way he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and the low rumble of his voice as he explains something that gets you completely distracted. (Cue you crawling into his lap, his book falling to the floor, and Remus pretending like he’s annoyed before giving in entirely. “You’re impossible,” he whispers, but the grin on his face says otherwise.)

(୨୧) The Gentle Dominance - Remus is calm and controlled most of the time, but when he’s in the right mood? Oh, he’s the type to hold your wrists above your head, pinning you to the mattress with a look that sends shivers down your spine. His voice is steady, a little rough around the edges, as he teases, “Do you trust me?” (Spoiler: Yes. Always yes.)

(୨୧) The Accidentally Sexy Nerd - Remus doesn’t even realize half the time how attractive he is. Like when he’s lost in a book, biting his lip in concentration, or when he pushes his sleeves up and reveals those forearms. (Seriously, sir. Give us a warning next time.) And let’s not forget the way he chews on the end of his quill when he’s thinking. Dead. We’re dead.

(୨୧) The Rougher Side - When the full moon is close, all of Remus’s usual gentleness goes out the window. His kisses are bruising, his hands are everywhere, and his voice drops an octave as he growls, “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” It’s raw and unfiltered, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your knees weak. (We love a man who can be both tender and wild.)

(୨୧) The Shower Stealer - Remus isn’t one to waste water, but he has no problem joining you in the shower uninvited. He’s all teasing smirks as he presses up behind you, his hands roaming lazily over your skin. “Two birds, one stone,” he says with a chuckle, but the way he looks at you suggests he’s got other ideas. 

(୨୧) The Secret Soft Dom - Remus is a giver through and through, and nothing makes him happier than seeing you come undone for him. He’s all about the slow build, his lips brushing over your skin as he whispers filthy promises in your ear. And when you beg? Oh, that’s his undoing.

(୨୧) The Random Acts of Love - Remus has this way of making you feel adored without even trying. Whether it’s leaving little notes in your books, brewing your favorite tea just the way you like it, or wrapping his scarf around your neck when you’re cold—he’s always thinking of you. (Honestly, how did we get so lucky?)

(୨୧) The Post-Argument Cuddler - When Remus gets upset or angry (which, let’s face it, is pretty rare), he goes quiet, holding everything inside. But once it blows over, he won’t leave you alone until he’s held you and kissed you senseless, whispering apologies and reassurances. (He’s not great with words when he’s feeling vulnerable, so he’ll do what he does best—show you with actions). After an argument, his kisses are softer, deeper, as if he’s apologizing without saying a word.

(୨୧) The Bed Head King - Remus’ hair is always a mess. He won’t admit it, but you love the way it falls across his forehead in that perfectly imperfect way. You can’t help but run your fingers through it, tugging him closer for a kiss. (And if you’re honest, you think he looks even more irresistible with a bit of morning bedhead, like he rolled out of a dream).

(୨୧) The Dreamy Stare - There are moments when Remus looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters, his eyes soft and full of longing. You could be talking about your day, and suddenly you’ll catch him staring at you like he’s trying to memorize every little detail of you. (Honestly, who knew someone could look at you like that and make your heart race?)

(୨୧) The Reassurance King - Remus knows he can be a little insecure, so he makes sure you’re never left in doubt about how he feels. He’s always telling you how much you mean to him in his own quiet way, often through small gestures like brushing your hair out of your face or rubbing your back when you’re stressed. (It’s not just the words—it’s the way he shows up for you, every single time.)

(୨୧) The Soft, Heart-Stopping Kisses - Remus isn’t the type for wild, frenzied kisses (except when the full moon is very close), but when he kisses you, it’s like the world melts away. Soft, slow, full of meaning—his lips never rush, and his hands always find their way to your face, gently cradling it like you’re the most precious thing in the world. (And those moments? They’ll stay with you forever.)

(୨୧) The “I Can’t Control Myself” Moments - Remus really tries to hold back, especially when he’s overwhelmed by feelings of desire and inadequacy. But when he finally lets go—oh, baby, he’s a whole different man. His kisses turn deeper, his touch becomes needier, and there’s this fire in his eyes that says, “I need you.” (And you’ll both forget where the lines are drawn, tangled in the moment of sheer passion.)

divider by - @enchanthings-a

[pilotingdreammsss]

(just read your recent PV yandere fic and it was fantastic!) I was wondering if you could do a Wind Archer yandere. He’s very determined on forcing you to stay in the forest once you’ve formed a bond with him.

Wind archer gaslights us plenty when you say demand otherwise. I believe he would never use physical force on you, but psychologically would, so maybe just a bunch of manipulative or scare tactics. Leading you to overthink about your safety beyond the forest.

Now hypothetically if you ever did leave the forest’s, he would definitely be stalking you around, noticing him when you least expect it. Eventually he would come up to you in hopes to coach you back to him!

Hello anon! I'm glad you enjoyed the PV drabble I made! ^w^, these will be headcanons, if you don't mind! I'm lessening the pressure on myself to write full-fledged oneshots so I don't burn out and can continue writing for yall!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞ "Yandere Wind Archer Cookie x Reader headcanons + short drabble."

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Wind Archer is a curious cookie to me - I can't quite imagine him being a yandere in the traditional sense. He's far too reserved and duty-bound that he relies on you to stay in the forest whilst he handles his duty. I don't believe he'd be one to be completely enamored with surveillance, either, since he is relatively sound at keeping track of who leaves and who stays in the forest.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ This does not mean he's neglectful in any sense however, he's far from that, leading you deeper into the forest, having you unknowingly walk in circles so he's sure you're not leaving is not entirely off the table. If you do ask, he denies any allegation of leading you into dead ends even if you insist you'd walked this way before. If you press on, Wind Archer Cookie begins to feed you lies on how dangerous your life will be without his protection. You wouldn't want to leave safety, would you?

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Though if you do try depart, if you manage to work through the mazes of foliage and greenery, you'll find that he's not immediately on your tail. It's strangely silent, though he waits until the world becomes too dangerous for you. Observing from amongst trees and shrubbery, he awaits for when you're in peril, for when the world becomes 'too much' to finally strike. Only then he appears, whether at your door or at the side of your bed, to usher you back home. Hoping that it'll coach you back to him, so he may have the peace that you're safe within his bounds. Given you refuse, things get a little messy.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Wind Archer Cookie doesn't seem to be a cookie to use force. There's no grabbing or kidnapping, or drugging. Instead a tantalizing escalation in his previous actions. Your friends suddenly disappear into the forest, never to be seen again, townsfolk grow weary or aggressive, and you are none the wiser to what is going on behind the scenes. Your unpleasant neighbour is suddenly attacked, your best friend suddenly goes missing - all in the name of wiping away the impurity in your life, so you make your way straight back to him.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ You can't break his bond, even with distance, you simply must come back to him! Lest you want to see him lose composure, spiral, and twist your social life into a confusing, upsetting mess.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ And when you do return, he's overjoyed - he won't show it in his face, but he's infinitely glad that you returned to live with him. Whether that be after he ruined your life outside the forest, or whether you returned at his first proposition. It doesn't matter - he'll make sure you never leave again.

"The forest is your sanctuary. What lies out there is smeared in impurity."

___________________________________·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

"Wind Archer Cookie, we've walked this way already."

You hiss, eyes glaring slightly. He told you this was the way out, but you swore you'd seen this same rose bush the two times before. 4 red roses, 7 buds, next to a large sycamore tree. You were convinced the guardian was playing you like a fiddle.

He lets out an exasperated hum, eyes narrowed and serious. Indeed you'd caught on - so he'd have to switch tactics. The next circle you'd make would surely be your last, he couldn't have you escape, slip from his hands, you were surely his bonded lover. Even if you weren't fully aware of it yet.

"Allow me."

He reaches for your hand, which you hesitantly provide to him. The other of his hands holds his humble bow, proud and trusted in his hands. At once he turns, away from your freedom, to lead you into the deep. You're unknowing, but of course, you could only trust in him. Trust he intends to lead you out of here, instead of deeper amongst the leaves.

Instead, your village would never hear of you again - missing posters would wear and stain, covered in other missing posters, announcements, until your name slips away from memory. Only whispers of your fate, that'd you'd walked into the forest at once, and never returned, would linger as warning.

A/N: Wind Archer is HARRRD to write for as hard as he is to draw. Hope this is to your liking anon! I wrote this whilst waiting for my dinner... mmm hamburger...

[mybigsnowman]

my sweet vet

pairing vet zayne x gender neutral reader

summary Despite your awkward first encounter with Zayne at the animal shelter, your friendship blossoms beautifully. From acquaintance to veterinarian to friend, your rapidly changing relationship leaves you both confused and wanting more.

tags second-person pov, meet-cute at animal shelter, pre-relationship, getting to know each other, some hurt/comfort, animal death, zayne being super cute, and reader overthinking a crush

word count 4.2k

note SFW fic, animal death is non-descriptive but blood is mentioned. reader is left vague, no physical descriptions or gendered words used so that anyone can enjoy it. it can also be read as mc, for all i know this could be another flower in his garden.

cross posted from ao3

“Is it weird to ask my vet out on a date?”

“Well, he's not your doctor…” Tara answers after giving it some thought. “He treats your cats.”

“Sure, but is it weird?” You sigh and place your forehead down on the table. “What if he's just nice to me ‘cause it's his job?”

“Then he’ll tell you that.”

You raise your head to glare at her, she really was no help. You’ve been stressing over this for weeks. You even started searching online forums out of desperation. The consensus was that it would probably end up badly, apparently, vets were nice to all their clients—it came with the job.

But, you weren’t sure if calling Zayne your vet was right. He wasn’t just a vet to you when you first met at the animal shelter. You were a volunteer long before Zayne showed up.

The day you met him was quiet. You’d just shown around some school kids who were interested in walking the dogs before heading back to the main building to check up on the kittens. Someone had dropped off a box of week-old kittens and they were on a strict feeding schedule. As cute as they were, it was exhausting, and the shelter was already understaffed. 

You opened the door to the isolation room quietly, trying your best not to wake the kittens up, but it was pointless as someone was already in the room trying to feed them. You watched from behind as the man struggled with the kittens. Two of them were scaling his body. One was already on his head, and another was sucking on the fabric of his trousers. 

You held back a laugh as you approached him. “Hey, do you need some help with that?”

“Please.”

“Let me get them off you.” You reached out for the one on his head, and untangled the small paws from his hair, trying not to hurt either of them in the process. 

Once you'd gotten all but one of the kittens in the crate, you turned back to him. “You should probably keep them separated and feed them one by one.”

“They didn’t give me a chance.”

He was funny. 

“I didn’t get your name.”

“Zayne.” 

You introduced yourself to him and began demonstrating how to properly bottle-feed the kittens. “Make sure to keep them on their stomach while you feed them, and angle the bottle like this, it mimics the way the mothers feed them. Just open their mouth with your finger gently if they’re refusing, they don’t have a choice, they have to drink this.”

After your demonstration, you handed him the bottle. “Here, you try.”

He held the kitten carefully and copied you perfectly.

“Good job, you're a natural.” You grimaced at the tone you’d used to praise him, you typically helped out younger people but surely it was embarrassing for an adult to be spoken to that way.

He made no comment about it and you both continued with bottle-feeding the kittens. You showed him how to stimulate the kittens and you both worked at making sure they all used the bathroom before placing them back in their crate to sleep.

Once you were done, the place was a mess. The heavy smell of kitten formula filled the room as drops of it covered the floor and both of your clothes. 

“Don’t worry, it’s always this messy,” you said as you stood up. “I’ll get you a towel.”

You left the isolation room and made your way to the storage room to grab a few clean towels. You returned to see Zayne making little snowflakes for one of the older cats in the room. You watched him from behind, not wanting to disturb the moment. As the snowflakes subsided, he hesitantly reached out for the cat, who in turn backed away. There was a shift in his shoulders, he was dejected, but he withdrew, not forcing an interaction. It was sweet—he was sweet.

-

A few days after your first meeting you’d seen his name on the doctor’s volunteer list and felt embarrassed. You’d talked his head off while teaching him how to feed the kittens but he’d already known all of it. It made sense, minus the out-of-control kittens, he was good at it.

You confronted him about it once you finally found him in the storage room. He was organising the cleaning supplies, going by with his day like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t tricked you.

“Hey, I saw your name on the doctor volunteer list,” you started, your tone accusatory. “Why didn't you say anything when I was acting like such a know-it-all?”

“I appreciated your help.”

“Sure, sure,” you said as you leaned against the shelf. “Must’ve been annoying.”

“I assure you it was not. You’re very knowledgeable.” His deep voice was earnest as he complimented you. He wasn’t trying to embarrass you at all. 

Still, you were embarrassed, both by his compliment and your first meeting, and you looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze. Your eyes drifted to his hands, and you watched as he folded the towels with ease. His large, skilled hands got through them faster than you ever could.

You felt awkward just standing there so you spoke up again, “Let me help you.”

“You really like helping, don't you?”

You huffed in amusement, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a proper laugh. Your conversations felt too familiar, like you’d known each other for eons. You didn’t feel the need to reply or to keep up a charade of unnecessary social interactions, so you fell into a comfortable silence as you helped each other out with cleaning the storage room. The ease of your actions was apparent, you flowed with each other, never colliding. It came easy. It felt natural. 

-

Although most volunteers tend to come and go, Zayne was diligent. He’d attend every Saturday and help around until the sun had set, and despite your awkward first encounter, you found yourself drawn to his company. You’d even plucked up the courage to join him for lunch after seeing him alone all the time. 

You discovered a lot about him from your first shared lunch. It was an unbearably hot day and you could feel the uncomfortable sensation of your shirt sticking to your sweaty skin. The heat dampened your mood and you were miserable. However, that instantly changed once you saw a familiar figure having lunch at one of the picnic tables. 

You approached him carefully, a part of you hoping to scare him but you held back. “Hey, mind if I join you?” 

“Go ahead.” You barely noticed the small smile on his face.

You took a seat across from him, placing your bag down on the bench in the process. Your eyes drifted to his lunch, it was clearly homemade, and surprisingly very cute. You started to wonder whether someone made it for him; there was no way he made those octopus sausages for himself. Perhaps he had a partner, or maybe even children. You were so lost in thought that you didn't realise you’d been staring at his food for a solid minute.

“Would you like some?” Zayne asked as he moved his lunch box towards you.

You shook your head. “Oh, no. I've got my own food.”

You pulled out your own lunch and started picking at it. The question kept running through your mind and you felt so incredibly nosy but you needed to know whether someone had made Zayne’s lunch. 

“Did your partner make that for you?” The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“What?”

“Your lunch,” you clarified.

Zayne looked down at his lunch, furrowing his brows in confusion. “I made it myself.”

You'd never seen him look that confused—he looked cute. And, for a reason unknown to you at that time, you felt relieved by his answer, you could finally fall back into the loose rhythm of your conversation. 

“Even this?” you asked as you pointed at the sausages with your chopsticks.

His ears turned red as he glanced to the side. His voice was quiet when he finally replied, “Is it strange?”

You shook your head, hoping you didn’t overstep and unnecessarily embarrass him. “Just didn't expect that from you. They're very cute.”

You both went back to eating in shared silence. Your concentration was on the phone in front of you as you aggressively searched things up.

Zayne noticed that you look troubled. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just looking for a new vet clinic.” You glanced up from your phone and it hit you—you had a professional right in front of you.

He saw your eyes widen before your phone was shoved in his face. He glanced down at it and raised his brows, unsure of what exactly he was looking at. You’d zoomed in so much that the map was indiscernible. 

“Do you know any good clinics in this area?” You zoomed out on the map and waved your phone around. “I’m moving there soon.”

He took the phone from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process, and moved around on the map before handing it back to you. “My clinic is close by.” 

He took out his cardholder and you couldn’t help but smile when you noticed the snowflake design on it. His taste was surprisingly cute for someone who typically appeared so serious. You didn’t know him well enough at the time, but that side of him became less shocking as you got closer. 

“Are you allowed to advertise your services to other volunteers?” You teased him as you flipped his card, examining it with pretend scrutiny. 

“Why wouldn't I be?” He teased you back, his tone flat. “I can give you a discount since we're acquaintances.”

“Acquaintances?”

Zayne continued, not realising what he said wrong. “Just make sure to ask for me when you book your appointment.”

You were caught up on the acquaintance comment. At that time you’d assumed you’d gotten closer. You’d seen him every weekend for three months and you’d hoped you were at least friends. But perhaps he was joking, you really couldn’t tell sometimes. 

“Right, I will.” You replied after a moment, trying to fall back into the light rhythm of the conversation and hoping you didn’t sound too hurt. “Thank you, Dr Zayne.”

You tucked away his business card in the back of your phone case—somewhere close and safe. It felt like a key to a different door in his life and you made sure to never lose it.

-

Zayne technically became your vet the day you finally visited his clinic. It was four months after meeting him, you’d finally settled into your new apartment and your cat's yearly vaccines were due. 

You arrived at the clinic with your pet carrier in hand. After registering at the front desk, you sat down in the waiting area and looked around. The place was small and modern, with a jarring white-on-white scheme that was typical for most clinics, but you noticed a personal touch in every corner. There were drawings behind the reception desk, probably left there by some kids. You saw one that was clearly of Zayne and smiled. You could tell he was loved. 

While in a daze, you heard Zayne call your cat’s name. You turned to face the sound of his voice and an inexplicable feeling emerged when your eyes landed on him. Seeing him outside the confines of the shelter felt strange, as if you’d crossed a threshold. He looked different. He never wore his glasses at the shelter. And he looked good in his scrubs. You stood up and walked over to him before your thoughts trailed off any further.

“Please come in,” he said as he held the door open for you.

“Thank you.”

“Here, let me take her.” He reached for the carrier once you entered the room. 

You handed her over to him and he placed the carrier on the examination table. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here so soon.” 

“I really wanted to see how you are at work,” you answered back, your tone too light. 

He cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge before abruptly changing the subject. “So, you’re here for a check-up and vaccines.”

The obvious deflect of your words caused your face to heat up. You shouldn’t have teased him at work, he wasn’t your friend, he was just doing his job. You should've been serious; you should've played the role of the client without disrupting his work. You answered his question and stiffly stood there as Zayne shifted his attention to the cat in the carrier.

He opened the door of the carrier and peeked in. “Don't be scared, I won't hurt you.”

You’d told yourself you’d be serious—a good client—but the way he talked to animals, the subtle shift in his tone, was so sweet that you couldn’t help but smile. 

Zayne reached into the carrier to get your cat out. She was always nervous at the vet and would cling to the carrier with all her strength, but he managed to take her out swiftly. His focus fell fully on her as he started the examination. “How has she been at home? Any unusual behaviour?”

“Nope, she's acting normal. She’s eating normally and playing around like usual.”

He hummed in reply as he placed her on the scale. “Perfect weight, good job. Let's check your heart now.”

You watched him closely as he worked. He always carried himself well, his movements confident and precise. Anyone could recognise that he was capable at his job. He was just like this at the shelter, always working hard even on the menial tasks assigned to him. He finished the examination quickly and vaccinated your cat with ease. Once it was over, he assured you that your cat was healthy and gave her a quick pet before placing her back in the carrier and seeing you out.

You hesitated before leaving the room, a part of you afraid that you’d ruined something by coming here. You’d acted too familiar at his workplace and you weren’t sure if you’d overstepped, it was hard to tell where you stood in his life. 

“I’ll see you this Saturday?” You asked tentatively, hoping his answer would quell the sudden unrest in your heart.

“Of course. Take care.”

-

Despite your so-called status as a mere acquaintance, Zayne always seemed to overextend himself when you were in need of help. You’d rushed into the vet clinic one night with an injured dog in hand. It was past closing time and with no other staff left in the building, Zayne had every right to turn you away—but he didn't. He'd seen you from behind the glass door and let you in immediately. 

“I'm sorry I know you're closing up but I had nowhere else to go,” you spoke quickly, your knuckles white as you gripped the cardboard box that had the dog in it.

Wordlessly, Zayne reached out and took the box from your hands. It was heavy. 

You started explaining yourself again, “There was a wanderer and—” 

“I’ll take a look,” he cut you off before you could finish the sentence. 

You tried to follow him but he blocked your path. “Stay out here.”

“But—”

“Stay.” His firm voice left no room for arguments.

So you relented.

The door shut behind you and you dropped down onto one of the waiting room chairs. The place was near silent, you could hear your heart beating loudly against your chest. There was no noise coming from inside the room. Your hands were still sticky from the blood but you had no energy to get up and wash them. 

Time seemed to stretch out in the waiting room and by the time Zayne emerged from the room you were unsure how long it had been. His footsteps felt deafening as he approached you.

“There was nothing I could do,” he spoke up before you had the chance to ask.

“If I’d gotten here sooner…”

“It wouldn’t have changed anything.” His words were blunt but you could tell he was trying to rid you of any guilt.

It hadn’t been your fault; it was bound to happen.

A deafening silence stretches between you and you look away; you couldn’t bear to look at him. You should leave. You’re not sure if you announced it to him but he seemed to understand. 

“Let me take you home, you're in no state to drive.”

“I can’t leave my car here.” 

“I’ll drive you back in it.”

You would've argued back but your hands were still shaking, your body still heavy. His firm voice offered you necessary comfort, so you accepted and allowed yourself to be a burden again. You handed him your car keys, but instead of reaching out for them you felt his hand on your wrist instead.

“Your hands are dirty.”

He left you in the waiting room for a few minutes before returning with a damp towel. He knelt down, reached for your hands again and started wiping away the blood. You let him, your hands heavy in his as he worked gently at getting you clean. You stared at him, a part of you envious of how calm he seemed, another part grateful for the anchor.

He told you to wait in the car as he closed up the clinic. You tried to pay before leaving but he wouldn’t let you; he wouldn’t let you do anything. So you sat in the passenger seat and waited. Your eyes drifted to the steering wheel, the blood on it had already dried up, you couldn’t have him touch that so you tried your hardest to clean it with whatever you had in the glove box. 

The car door opened just as you finished cleaning. Zayne got into the driver's seat and adjusted it before asking where you lived. You put the location on the in-car navigation and sank back into your seat. The air in the car felt heavy as he drove you home. Your body became sluggish as the events of the day caught up to you. You were tired so you let your eyes close for the rest of the ride.

The car came to a stop.

“We’re here.” 

“How’re you gonna get home?” A part of you wanted to ask him to stay. But it was too much, and far too soon. 

“I’ll call a taxi.”

“Let me pay for it,” you insisted even though you already knew his answer.

“There’s no need. Just head inside.” He sounded just as tired as you. 

You felt bad; he should’ve been home already but he had to deal with you. So you try to pay it back with any sort of favour, it's the only thing you know how to do. “I’ll wait with you.”

You both got out of the car and stood beside one another in the humid night air. You tried to fill the silence with anything but all you could muster up was a quiet thank you. Minutes passed before the light of an approaching taxi came into view. It was time for him to leave.

He turned to you and placed the car keys in your hand, “Make sure to send your car in for cleaning.” 

You thanked him again before he left—not that it would ever be enough. And as you made your way to the entrance, you felt his eyes on you. The taxi took off once the door closed behind you. The hallway felt unbearably dark. You were exhausted.

-

And when you stopped showing up to the shelter, Zayne was the first one to reach out. 

You received a text from an unknown number, an ominous “Are you alright?” that left you confused. You ignored it initially but then the same number called you and you had to pick up. You were prepared to hear a stranger but the voice that greeted you was familiar—it was Zayne. He sounded worried, but still, he didn’t push you to talk. He could tell that you were hesitant to do it over the phone so he invited you out to a coffee shop to talk instead.

You arrived at the meeting spot early but Zayne had you beat. You saw him from the glass windows already sitting on one of the corner tables. Luckily, the place was barren. An old establishment that barely got any visitors and never played any music; it was a perfect place for a conversation. You hesitated slightly before opening the glass door. 

“Hi,” you said once you reached his table. 

He greeted you back.

There were already sweets on the table, two cakes and some fruit tarts. You could feel his eyes on you as you settled in your seat. You shifted your bag around in your lap, trying to distract yourself from the heavy atmosphere. It’s quiet for a bit, both of you unsure of what to say. 

“I didn’t know what you’d like so I ordered a few things.” Zayne broke the silence as he pushed a plate towards you. “I got us some tea as well.”

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to.” 

He poured tea for both of you; an absurd amount of sugar in his mug and a smidge in yours. He mixed it for you and placed the mug down in front of you.

“How have you been doing?” He asked, his tone mindful as if he was afraid to hurt you. 

Your answer was vague, you said you were alright but Zayne could tell you weren’t being honest. The conversation stagnated again, both of you unsure of what to say. You picked at the cake in front of you before taking a small bite. You could barely taste it. 

“You can talk to me,” he offered, hoping it was the right choice. 

“I'm not sure what to say.”

“Anything is fine.”

You tried to organise your thoughts, to form them into a single coherent sentence, but it was difficult. He’d come out here just to see you, so you had no other option but to try harder. 

“I can't sleep.” Your hand held onto the mug in front of you, seeking some semblance of security, anything to ground yourself. You couldn’t say anything else. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t everything. You were afraid. Despite your frequent volunteering you’d never seen or touched an animal that was injured to that extent, the most you’d seen were sick ones. Animal death wasn’t unfamiliar to you but it was never that violent. 

You felt Zayne’s fingertips brush against your hand and you stiffened up, suddenly conscious of his touch. It wasn’t foreign to you. You’d had passing moments in the shelter, instances where you sat too close together. He’d even bandaged you up when a particularly scared cat had scratched you up. He’d washed your bloodied hands. But this felt different. You could tell that he wanted to hold them for a different reason but he was too afraid. Seeing him try brought you enough comfort.

“It’s not easy to experience these things.” 

“Even for you?”

He nodded and took a sip of his tea. He didn’t offer you any advice, you appreciated it. Knowing that he understood was more than enough.

He helped the conversation shift to something easier. He caught you up with things you missed at the shelter and told you about the amusing pet names he’d seen at work. You could tell how hard he was trying so you leaned into it. You let yourself fall into a comfortable conversation as you told him about your week. You ate one of the tarts. You could finally taste it.

When it was time to leave, he mirrored a question you’d asked him before—one you’d asked when you needed reassurance. “Will I see you this Saturday?”

It was your turn to offer it.

“Yeah. See you.”

-

Your emergency meeting with Tara had been useless. You’d spent the entire walk home recalling every moment between you and Zayne. And now you lay in bed, twisting and turning as you wrack your brain for a decision. Tara told you it wasn’t weird. There technically isn’t any conflict of interest and Zayne does seem to like you, or at least you hope he does and you aren’t reading him wrong. 

The moments you spent together were good. The past eight months were nice but having your meetings restricted to either the shelter or the clinic left you yearning for more. You want to break this ordinary routine. You want to see him more than once a week. You want to invite him over. You want to visit his home.

You aren’t sure why you’re still hesitating. 

You pull out your phone, hands shaking slightly as you open up your messaging app. You smile once you see his usual default profile picture, still not set despite you telling him how to a few weeks ago. You’ll remind him next time you see each other. You have a lot to tell him. Your fingers hover over the keys as you think of what to type. Something simple; something easy. You won’t hesitate anymore.

Can we meet up tomorrow?

[19calicos]

i know where to look – kuroo tetsurō ˎˊ˗

✶⋆.˚ chapter sixteen: under familiar lights ( 𖦹 )

currently playing: the two of us by omar apollo

word count: 2.3k

cw: language, usage of "die," vulnerable conversation lol, yn mentions their parents divorcing

kuroo has had too much time to think in the past four days, and it's all he can do to cram his head with documentaries of rainforests and hammerhead sharks and hummingbirds to keep his feelings from festering.

he's refused to let himself fall into a deep spiral of overthinking and second-guessing, of over-analyzing and pondering, but in doing so, he put himself in a limbo. really, all the radio silence has made him start to wonder if they even cared for him at all all, even though he knows with his head and his heart that isn't the case, that every shared moment between them was real.

kuroo doesn't want to think about how four days of silence, of nothing, of being left with his fears of messing everything up has made him feel so terrible, when all the time he's spent in their vicinity has made him feel so warm and whole and like he's himself at his best.

the uncertainty of being kept at a distance made kuroo feel small. it's a foreign, unpleasant feeling, so unlike himself – he's not sure when the last time he's felt this way was. and while the feeling has grown bigger in his chest in the past days, clawing at kuroo from the inside out, it's made him feel smaller, betrayed even. he thought he knew them, at least enough to not be ghosted like this.

so when kuroo got their text two hours ago, the notification reflected in his pupils, he may as well have thrown up. wide eyes become a scrunched nose, furrowed eyebrows, and a hitch in his throat after his third reread of their message asking him to talk.

all he's wanted to do was talk this entire time, but the way he’d been been ignored kept him from reaching out first. the pang of hurt in his chest when they made eye contact with him at the diner and immediately looked away was still fresh and tender, and kuroo was sure that the smallest thing gone wrong would make him feel like he's bleeding out.

he rubs his eyes. he rises from the couch. he rereads the texts between him and them again, then rereads the texts from the groupchat with his friends. he downs the water that bokuto put out for him an hour ago when he dropped everything to be by kuroo's side and dissect their texts with him. he swallows the lump down his throat, he ignores how it's instantly replaced by a knot in his stomach. he takes a big, deep breath, shoulders and all.

kuroo grabs his jacket off the coat rack and his board from the corner of the little foyer.

"you're heading out already?" kenma asks from behind, just around the corner of the little entry way.

bokuto peeks his head out from the opposite side of kenma. "you've got like, an hour before eight, dude."

"i think i wanna clear my head. i'm just gonna skate around somewhere," kuroo replies without turning around.

kenma and bokuto look at each other. kuroo sees their shared look over his shoulder, but he's not quite exactly sure what their faces are saying, or what the two are thinking. honestly, he doesn't know what anyone around him is thinking these days, not even himself – and especially not them.

"mkay, text if you need anything," kenma offers.

kuroo hums in response. he shuts the door behind him.

it's seven and they're already at the math building's parking lot. an hour passed by already, and there's still another hour to go of leg bouncing, sweaty palms, and rehearsing things to say in their head.

it would have been the same if they waited at home for eight o'clock like a normal person instead of showing up two hours early. but something about being in the same room where they laid themselves out to their best friends, brainstorming about how they were going to make their heart transparent for kuroo made them the fidgety type of anxious. the more they thought about it, the more stuffy the living room got, so it was all they could do to tug on a sweater and run outside with nothing but their skateboard and their earbuds.

the crisp sunset air did little to settle the thumps in their chest and the thrumming in their ears, though. the stupid anti-anxiety frequencies they were playing on repeat weren't doing shit, and they're not sure if it's because it's a scam or because they're not open-minded enough to it. they decide the question will remain unanswered when they hit shuffle on some other soothing playlist.

shaky fingers scroll through a lengthy notes app list of bullet points, ridden with typos and full of incoherency. they'd prefer if they could hash out everything with kuroo over text like they did earlier in the day with suna and the rest, but they knew that kuroo deserved better than that. he deserves better than them, really, but they wanted to talk in person about the past four days out loud.

something about kuroo just makes them want to try anything for him. so here they are, trying to string together their thoughts so they could make sense when they apologize and try to explain themselves.

"hey," a familiar voice calls from above them, and the first thing they notice is how quiet it was. the suddenness makes them almost drop their phone – it had been so still before in the empty space of the parking lot, the only ambience coming from passing cars and students some distance away.

their head snaps up to him, gaze flickering to his hand holding his board, to the jacket he's wearing that they know is his favorite, anywhere but his golden eyes. they barely manage to stutter out a "hey" back.

fuck.

they knew it was kuroo the moment they heard his voice, and they realize that even if he is an hour early, no amount of preparation would have made them feel ready at all for this.

"um, i didn't expect you to be here already," kuroo says as he sits on his board next to them.

the space between them is uncomfortable. even if he's only sitting a foot away on their right, he seemed so far away. their flight instinct begs them to turn tail and run, to try again another day. but they know they shouldn't – if there's anything they can learn from their mistake of seeing kuroo and ignoring him right after, it's that they have to stay and see this through.

"i'm sorry," they blurt out, scared that if kuroo speaks first they'll lose any willpower they have to be here. his stare burns into them, they can feel it, but they're not strong enough to look back at him. they keep their gaze on the pavement in front of them.

kuroo is wide-eyed when he looks at them, head snapping their direction in the blink of an eye. "wait –"

"no. no, i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have left you hanging like that for the past while when there were things we needed to talk about."

the space between them is still uncomfortable. they knew that the weight of it wouldn't dissipate with a snap of their fingers, but it's one thing to know it and another thing to experience it. it makes them feel like they've forgotten how to breathe.

"fucking hell," they exhale shakily, nerves crawling all over them. "i'm sorry – i've just, um, i've been like, really vulnerable today and it's a lot." another swallow. "not an excuse, i promise – just telling you that. sorry."

kuroo almost reaches out to them. but he understands the space they need, and that they're chasing their momentum to speak, so he only nods instead. "it's okay. don't worry about that, i get it."

"um, i've been thinking about it, and i think that when my parents got divorced when i was little, it kind of made me believe that love isn't real, and other stuff that happened really solidified that belief – ah, well, at least for me. i think love is very real between my friends and their partners," they continue, talking with their hands, tentative and unsure. "i... don't really trust people to love me and stuff. i don't know how to put it exactly. i just didn't think that this part of me would ever end up hurting someone like this though, especially you."

they pause before going on. they can't stand to see how he might be looking at them, not when this just might be the scariest moment of their life, baring themselves to kuroo. "you're so sweet to me, and i really like you a lot. and it freaked me out because i couldn't believe that, and i kept running away from those feelings and getting in my head and i let it build up too much and i hurt you in the process. and i'm really, really sorry."

kuroo’s head spins from connecting the dots.

“i remember how you kept insisting that i don't love you and everything. the things you said about how you can't love me back right, how i'm too good for you, that you love me too, all of it,” he slowly says in tandem with his real time processing. "when we were drunk, i mean. and none of the bad stuff is true."

they wince with embarrassment and purse their lips at that. "yeah... i just, i've been reflecting a lot and thought i should come clean and tell you these things."

the silence grows heavier, and the sun is almost gone. they wipe their sweaty palms on their jeans again, and when they finally look at kuroo, their heart drops at this foreign look on face. they realize they've never seen him frown like this, and they realize they never want to see him look this way ever again.

"if we're being truthful," kuroo begins. "you did hurt me a lot. and i've been trying not to think about it because it really made me feel like shit, like i didn't know you as well as i thought i did." he toys with his hands, pausing and collecting his thoughts. "and in hindsight, it feels kind of like you've been leading me on. a part of me is convinced that you never cared about us, or me, and that i don't really know you, even though the rest of me knows that's not true."

it's not like they would, but there's no arguing with that. they know that they've noticed the way kuroo looks at them with all the love in the world, and instead of sorting themselves out, they leaned into him – just not fully, always at odds with if they could believe him or not.

"despite all that, i still really like you. and i'm sorry too for all the things i did when we were drunk. i know that i freaked you out," kuroo finishes, voice trailing off.

"no! it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, that all makes sense," they quickly interject, turning their body and leaning towards him, knees falling towards his. "you're right, really. i mean, i was giving you signs, and because of that i do feel like i've been leading you on, since, y'know, i wasn't fully there. and then i just left you hanging out of nowhere. i'm really sorry about that."

kuroo reaches for their left hand and takes it with his right, interlacing his fingers with theirs. "during all those times, like at community day, the nights when it was just us at the skate park, and when you fell asleep with me and we woke up together, i felt like i was on top of the world since you were with me."

he looks at them right in their eyes, head dropping, cheek resting on his knees that he's pulled into his chest. they think he looks perfect under the dimming golden hour. "honestly, some of the trust is lost on my end too. it hurt a lot that you just ghosted me like that. and i just want you to believe me when i say that i love you."

kuroo averts his gaze. "and, well... i've actually been planning on properly confessing to you since that party. but i think i'll save it for later, if you still, well, like me, and maybe still want to give us a try."

their breath stills at that. kuroo has shifted something inside them, replaced hope where doubt used to be.

“so you love me,” they murmur.

“i might have been drunk, but i meant it.”

“for the record, i meant it too.”

it's the way that he still believes in them despite how they flipped his heart upside down. they don't have it all figured out yet, nor do they have the words, but they think they believe this, believe him.

"fuck. we’re not even official or anything, and now we’ve just said i love you, sober," they say with a laugh, eyes fluttering closed. they put their free hand over their furiously beating chest, and the thumping proof that their heart exists gives them courage, no matter how fleeting it might be. it's real in this moment, and they believe the rush they're feeling. "tetsurō, can we take it slow? i want to tell you everything, i want to know all of you past your favorite things, and i want you to trust me again. i want to show you that i do care about you, and that you do mean a lot to me."

"yeah?" kuroo asks softly, eyes stuck to the way their fingers have stayed laced with his this entire time.

oh, wait. they just called him tetsurō. he stops with a sharp inhale, reeling not just from the honesty of the conversation but also the leap forward they just took by calling him tetsurō. his head just might burst like a balloon with too much air.

they open their eyes again, smiling toothily, letting their gaze linger on kuroo. "yeah, i mean, it's no secret that i just really like you a lot."

it's something about the way that they've spoken, carefully choosing their words, crafting sentences as best as they could, how they're trying their best for him that makes kuroo's heart flicker for them again. his smile grows to match theirs.

"yeah, let's take it slow," he says when turning to them, heart spilling right out of him, swelling with relief as he takes the hand on their chest in his. "let's go with whatever happens from now on, then.” kuroo matches their lighthearted laugh, and they think he sounds like wind chimes on a sunny, perfect day.

“and call me tetsu in the meantime,” he murmurs. “when you're ready, i'll tell you that i love you as many times as you need to believe me."

without thinking, they let go of one of kuroo’s hands to hold his cheek instead. his hand, big and warm and just right, rests on top of that hand as he leans into their touch. "okay, tetsu, deal. and when you're ready, i'll remind you everyday that i love you more."

the sun is set, and under the familiar lights from the math building and the street lamps and the deep blue sky, they start to believe that love for them is real in the form of kuroo.

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⟢ we have a few more fluffy chapters left yippee ! honestly i just want to indulge myself and write some more cute little things for kurooyn

⟢ bo was the one who made the crossover group chat with suna's support

⟢ noya ran away earlier bc yn's head snapped in his direction. they didn't actually see him in the bushes but his fight or flight instinct kicked in so he ran LOL

⟢ ummmm not a lot of fun facts here just that endgame is very near. kurooyn isn't official yet but they'll get there soon !!!!

⟢ i hope u guys can see my trains of thought lololol

⟢ the debriefs after were crazy but both kuroo and yn just went straight to their rooms to sleep once they each got home, so debriefs came the morning after

⟢ yn has now learned that vulnerability isn't the scariest thing ever !!!!!!

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[mukbeez]

alright. Maybe I am attracted to black and white classic monsters. Maybe I did read your Adam Frankenstein fanfiction even though I don’t quite know if he’s the monster or just some other guy related to the scientist. Maybe I’ll request something.

I notice you don’t have any Jekyll and Hyde fanfiction. I can help with that. Maybe falling in love with both Jekyll and Hyde? Like, being in love with both and not knowing who to choose? Don't know if you can write something like that, but man am I thinking about it.

✧.* 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐑. 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑. 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES: black and white monsters are so hot bbg nobody is blaming u 🙏 also if it helps adam frankenstein is a name for the monster given by the fandom because the creature/monster feels rlly mean. also if u have any other jekyll and hyde or frankenstein requests, i’m your girl

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: mentions of murder (its jekyll and hyde)

oh you poor soul

falling in love with them both is a horrible, horrible, mistake

jekyll is pretty oblivious to it, he just thinks you’re being nice, but he is suspicious because you’re being a little to nice

but for the most part he doesn’t overthink it

hyde, though, knows almost immediately

and it really amuses him

will start kinda rudely flirting with you and affectionately bullying you simply because he finds your reactions funny

will very subtly compliment you in some way and have to stop himself from laughing when you turn bright red

when jekyll finds out about this he is extremely embarrassed

embarrassed at the way hyde is acting and embarrassed he didn’t realize sooner

he begins thinking, and it really explains quite a lot

it explains the way you act around both of them, how you go out of your way to do things for them, how you switch up when your alone with them than with other people

jekyll is both honoured and terrified that you actually like him

it puts both of them at an impasse because they can’t agree on what to do

hyde wants to keep tormenting you and messing with your mind into thinking he likes you (he’s not even sure if he does or not)

but jekyll wants to either politely reject you or ask you out in a meaningful way

the main issue is they don’t know if they really do like you or not

hyde is mainly just surprised and almost disgusted you actually like him, but he’s too interested to not be more curious than anything

because, honestly, him?? of all people??

jekyll is sure he also likes you, but he’s also refusing to admit it because of hyde

he’s mainly concerned of what he’ll do to you if your feeling for him are one sided, he doesn’t want you to end up hurt

he’d rather die than be the reason someone else is hurt (that’s why hyde is there, but in this case he doesn’t even want hyde to do it)

they accidentally avoid you while trying to figure out what they’re supposed to do

hydes urge to kill you (if he ever really even had one) is gone almost immediately, he just thinks your very stupid and amusing now

he almost. almost adores you

the situation is much worse for you in your perspective

you like both a murderer and a sociopath, it’s not great for you

even worse you’re convinced you have to choose just one

and they’re also both kind of avoiding you which is really horrible

they don’t even realize they’re doing it, which is the worst part

so, while you’re trying to figure out who’s the best option for you, they’re trying to figure out if they both even like you

well actually they’re sure they do, they just can’t agree on a way to move forward

once their little era of avoiding you is over, they’re both very nice (hyde is nice in his own way)

jekyll invites you over and gives you a long meaningful talk about their feelings and where they are in figuring it out, and he also gives an apology for accidentally ignoring you for a week or two

hyde is still pretty much himself, but you find him looking at you more often and offering to kill people you mentioned not liking before

he most likely does it, even if you don’t want him too

he goes back to his regular affectionate(ish, you can’t tell if he’s being really serious or not) and slightly crude flirting

but now you know he really does mean it

you all take your time in finding out how you’d like to proceed, until they both just confess to you and you use hydes idea of just moving forward and figuring everything out as you go along

[peppertoastuniverse]

pep prompts: writing prompts! writer’s block? Build a prompt based on your birthday

Birth Month: theme or tone

January: Understanding February: Avoidance March: Comforting April: Conflicting May: Yearning June: Resolution July: Protective August: Confessing September: Mischievous October: Exasperation November: Secretive December: Reflective

Day of the month: use this quote directly or let it inspire your work!

1: “Ughhh why is it that I always have to clean up your mess?” 2: “You know, if you wanted to hold my hand you could’ve just asked, sweetheart. You know I won’t refuse you.” 3: “You said you’d stay and now look where that got us, huh?” 4: “Oh is that right? Fine, prove me wrong then.” 5: “uhhh - where the fuck is your hand right now?!” 6: “You idiot, you just fucking said that out loud.” 7: “I just… I want you. Don’t run. You always run. Don’t go just yet, please?” 8: “Don’t look at me like that! You literally just did the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.” 9: “I offered two years ago… that offer still stands. So what’s your answer?” 10: “Pfff. Why is it so hard for you to believe that I think about you? That I thought about you every day after that…?” 11: “Why can’t you just give in? I feel it ... and by that expression, I know that you do too.” 12: “Oh is that what they said to you? And you believed it?” 13: “Cmon… just once? Please? One time and then we never have to talk about it again.” 14: “So, remind me again: why did you punch me in the face?” 15: “Well, if you keep doing that, I think we’re both going to have a problem here…” 16: “You were too busy making fun of me, that’s why you didn’t notice, dumbass.” 17: “We can share, right? It won’t be that bad, and it wouldn’t be the first time…” 18: “I just don’t think that’s the best idea… especially now. Especially here.” 19: “You know you can always ask me, you know? Like with your words.” 20: “You’ll forgive me right? You always do.” 21: “Don’t you get it? I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.” 22: “Do you have to be like this, right now at this very moment?” 23: “Actually, I sleep the best when you’re around.” 24: “So… when are you going to start talking to me again?” 25: “We can afford to be late, sweetheart. Live a little, eh?” 26: “Hey - sit here!! Sit with me - I’m your favourite, right?” 27: “I can see you overthinking right now… what’s going on in there?” 28: “I’ve waited too long for you to just lie to me like that. Stop. Let me in.” 29: “I’m… I’m sorry for always talking about them.” 30: “You’re.. you really wanna do this right now? Really? Fine. Fucking fine!” 31: “Hey - hey!! What’s with that face?! I didn’t do anything yet!”

[serinoodles]

The Art of Overthinking Us

fanart credits: tyra_drawing on TikTok.

Notes: - Warnings: a slight hint of family issues.

Chapter 2: A Shot of You, No Ice.

You threw your body on the bed holding the pink wallet in your hands, your curiosity tries to get the best of you but you refuse to check what's inside of it thing by thing. But for some reason you keep staring at it tracing the bunny motif.

That beautiful lady's presence is still felt by you, well yes because you are holding her wallet right now but it's like her warmth is around you, a warmth that you haven't had a glimpse of yet but you are certain that you can identify it among thousands of others.

A buzz from your phone interrupted your thoughts, then another. You sat on the bed grabbing your phone to find a missed call and couple of texts from 'mom'. You tilted your head with frowned eyebrows as if it was something unusual.

You sighed shutting your eyes before opening the chat. 'your grandmother is sick' 'care to check up on her?'

You sighed even harder tossing your phone on the nightstand, laying down on your back staring at the ceiling for a moment, you looked beside you spotting the wallet on the bed, you turned your body to lay on your side, you traced the wallet again slowly, as if it was your only way of comfort at the moment, as if you had a warm embrace around your body...

~

Quick steps on the puddles of water, you held your umbrella firmly crossing the road to the opposite sidewalk where your coffee shop is located. Barely a five minute walk from your house to the café yet the bottom of your pants were soaking wet, gladly the roads aren't muddy, or you'd have gotten really upset and went back home.

you stepped inside putting your umbrella on the floor, you walked to the back-room to take off your jacket and scarf, you put on your apron and fixed your hair that has been messed by the wind and the rain.

The door's chime echoed; ''delivery for Vee!'' a familiar voice announced.

You stepped out of the back-room greeting; ''good morning Mark!''

''I didn't expect you to actually be here today, because of the weather'' said mark carrying a box walking towards you.

''well..'' you crossed your arms. ''I didn't expect myself to be here too" you both giggle.

''my boss is the most evil human to ever exist, he delayed the deliveries yesterday and pushed them to the day with the worst weather'' he complained while you signed the receipt.

''I think I will be closing early today, pass by for a coffee if you got time'' you said resting your chin on your palm.

''I can't promise to survive, but I'll do my best. take care'' He waved you goodbye before letting the door close behind him.

You walked towards the box that has been just delivered, you tried to lift it but it was a bit too heavy for you, 'coffee beans can't be that heavy', you thought, then you just kept pushing it with your feet bit by bit until it reached somewhere behind the counter. You crouched riping the tape sealing the carton box, peeling back the flaps.

You blinked as you were met with some sort of package you are so unfamiliar with, colorful and smells a bit... fishy...

You blinked again as if you thought you were hallucinating, you picked one of the cans up, labeled; 'Cat Food'.

''What in the-'' you murmured checking out the rest of the cans and packages hoping for your coffee beans buried under whatever this is, for you to just go through more and more cat food.

You checked the shipping address, and it was indeed not your coffee shop's address.

So frustrated; you ran your fingers through your hair that you could have sworn it went grey for a split second. You let out a chuckles, then a laugh. You seriously have no damn energy to start raging over not receiving your package and the fact that you have no coffee to run the café.

Your loud sigh almost sounded like a scream, you sat on the floor, picked your phone from your pocket and dialed a number. The second the other line picked up you yelled, ''Mark you idiot! You shipped me the wrong box, what in the world I would need cat food for?! I need coffee to run my COFFEE shop!''

''Dang Vee, you got some lungs''

''Mark this isn't funny, I have a whole box of cat food sitting in my shop. What am I supposed to do with that? Start a feline fan club?'' You whined.

Mark held his laugh not taking the situation as seriously as he should, he cleared his throat, ''let me check the system''

You rubbed your forehead in distress sighing again.

''The good or the bad news first?''

''The good I guess''

''You package is still with us''

''And the bad news?''

''It was returned few minutes before you called, so you have to wait until tomorrow to receive it''

''oh my- screw it, see you tomorrow'' you hung up on him mid-sentence and just sat there on the floor chuckling, until you felt a shadow hover on you, you looked up to see her; Cho Hyun-Ju..

you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat. She tilted her head with a look of concern, ''Are you.. okei?''

''How long have you been here?'' you asked ignoring her question.

''Since the- feline fan club..'' she forced a serious look.

You just sat in embarrassment for a second until you realized you probably look ridiculous, you stood up dusting off the fake dust off of your apron.

''Unfortunately, there is no coffee today'' you tried to redirect the conversation.

She shook her head as she spoke, ''I am looking for my wallet, I think I left it here yesterday''

[nova-lunar0]

The Wild Haven AU Headcanons

**Wild Haven AU Headcanons for Every Character**

Each member of Wild Haven has embraced their new personalities, quirks, and roles within the group. These headcanons explore their bonds, habits, and unique contributions to their new home.

 🛠️Hiccup (Pathfinder) – The Resourceful Strategist

Natural Leader, Reluctant Boss – Even without his past memories, Pathfinder naturally falls into leadership. He doesn’t like bossing people around, but he’s the only one with enough patience to organize their chaos.

Overthinks Everything – Stares at the night sky and wonders who they used to be while everyone else is just vibing.

Tinkerer Extraordinaire – He builds weird but effective contraptions to improve life in Wild Haven. Some work perfectly; others explode… occasionally while Rascal is standing too close.

Accidental Animal Whisperer – He has an uncanny ability to befriend the wildlife, even the ones that should probably eat him. If a giant wolf showed up, it’d be sitting next to him like a well-trained dog within an hour.

Cares Too Much – He won’t admit it, but he worries about the group constantly. If someone disappears for too long, he’s the first one to go looking.

Secretly Competitive – If Glacier or Wildfire challenges him, he has to win. Will deny it.

 🛡️Astrid (Ironheart) – The Warrior Protector

"I Will Keep Us Safe" Energy – She takes her role as protector very seriously. If something threatens Wild Haven, she’s already in battle mode before anyone else can react.

Zero Tolerance for Nonsense – She has no patience for Rascal’s chaotic plans, Wildfire's ego, or Glacier’s smugness—but deep down, she enjoys their antics.

Training Freak – She insists that everyone knows how to fight, even if it’s just basic self-defense. Her training sessions are brutal, but she makes sure no one feels weak.

Gives Good Pep Talks – If someone is struggling, she’s the first to quietly pull them aside and remind them that they’re stronger than they think.

Finds Peace in Routine – If she’s sharpening her weapons or repairing gear, it means she’s keeping her anxiety in check.

Doesn’t Trust Easily – She’s the first to suspect anything suspicious, whether it’s the Twins' pranks, Chimera’s shenanigans or Glacier’s tricks.

🔥 Snotlout (Wildfire) – The Overconfident Showoff

Loves Being the Center of Attention – If he isn’t in the spotlight, he’s not okay.

Surprisingly Good at Cooking – Will never admit it, but his roasted meat is the best in camp.

Loud, Cocky, and Endearing – Talks a big game, but he really just wants to impress his friends. He thrives on competition and refuses to lose at anything.

Unironically Calls Steadfast "Dad" – At first, it was a joke, but now it’s instinctive. “Hey, Dad—uh, I mean Steadfast!”

Fiercely Protective – Will throw hands if anyone outside Wild Haven threatens his family. He might be loud and arrogant, but no one messes with his people.

Shockingly Good with Kids – If Wild Haven ever adopted strays (which they definitely would), he’d be the chaotic older brother figure to all of them.

📚 Fishlegs (Lorekeeper) – The Thoughtful Archivist

Forest Scientist – Knows which plants can heal wounds, which ones are poisonous, and which ones make you hallucinate for three days. (Rascal found out the hard way.)

Writes Down Everything – He has a giant book filled with discoveries about Wild Haven. It’s half science, half emotional rambling.

Scared of Fighting, but Will Defend His Family – Doesn’t like violence, but if someone threatens his people? He’ll throw hands.

Chronic Over-explainer – If you ask him a simple question, prepare for a three-hour lecture on why certain berries are poisonous.

Surprisingly Brave – He’s more cautious than the others, but if someone’s hurt, he doesn’t hesitate to run straight into danger to help them.

Wild Haven’s Mapmaker – He’s slowly sketching out the entire forest, tracking resources, landmarks, and potential dangers. His notes are ridiculously detailed.

 🎭Tuffnut & Ruffnut (Rascal & Whisper) – The Chaos Siblings

Absolutely Uncontrollable – There’s no stopping them, only containing the damage.

Surprisingly Wise… Sometimes – Will occasionally say something shockingly deep, then immediately ruin it with a joke.

Master Pranksters – If something explodes in camp, it’s their fault. Every time. No exceptions.

Unpredictable, Even to Each Other – Their plans are so wild that even they don’t know what’s going to happen next.

Weirdly Good at Hiding – They can vanish for hours and suddenly reappear in the most unexpected places.

Secretly Care Alot – They act like they don’t take things seriously, but if someone’s upset, they will drop the jokes and do something dumb to cheer them up.

❄️ Jack Frost (Glacier) – The Mischievous Trickster

Wildly Unpredictable – One minute, he’s freezing the waterfall into a perfect slide. The next, he’s challenging Ironheart to a wrestling match just to see if he can win (he can’t).

"Rules Are Suggestions" Mindset – He will find loopholes in any rule just to annoy Steadfast. "You said no ice tricks—I didn’t trick anyone; I just made the ground slightly slippery."

The Team’s Morale Booster – He senses when tensions are high and does something ridiculous to lighten the mood. Whether it’s ice-skating races or convincing Sunbeam to throw a party, he keeps everyone from taking life too seriously.

Still Learning to Trust – He acts carefree, but deep down, he’s terrified of losing this family.

Pretends Not to Care, Cares the Most – He acts like he’s just here for fun, but he secretly watches over everyone like a guardian spirit.

Will Fight Anyone Who Hurts His Family – He may be fun and games, but if an outsider threatens Wild Haven, his ice turns from playful to deadly.

 👑Elsa (Aurora) – The Silent Guardian

The "Mom Friend" in Secret – She doesn’t say much, but she’s always watching, making sure everyone is okay.

Cold but Comforting – Her presence is calming. She’s the one who silently sits next to people when they need company without forcing them to talk.

Terrifyingly Calm – If she gets mad, she doesn’t yell—she just stares. It's so much worse

Unshakable in Crisis – While the others might panic in an emergency, she stays calm and makes sure everyone survives.

Slowly Opening Up – She’s starting to laugh more, even joining in on the occasional prank (usually at Steadfast’s expense).

Finds Peace in Ice Sculpting – She carves memories into ice, even if she doesn’t know where the images come from.

🌸 Rapunzel (Sunbeam) – The Heart of Wild Haven

The Sunshine That Keeps Everyone Together – If Sunbeam left, Wild Haven would fall apart.

Sees the Good in Everyone – No matter how rough or chaotic someone is, she believes they have a good heart.

Crafts Wild Haven’s Culture – Decorates the camp with woven tapestries, flower arrangements, and bright paints. Makes it feel like home.

Absolutely Will Hug You – If you’re sad, she will find you and hug you until you feel better. It’s not optional.

Accidentally Terrifying When Mad – She’s all sunshine and warmth, but if someone hurts her friends, her rage is legendary.

Turns Every Meal into a Feast – If there’s food, there will be a full table, candles, and some sort of celebration.

🏹 Merida (Ember) – The Fierce Hunter

The Best Shot in Wild Haven – Never misses. Ever.

Best Friends with Ironheart – They spar together, train together, and team up against Wildfire in fights

Silent but Deadly – She doesn’t talk much while hunting, but her arrows never miss.

Teaches Everyone Survival Skills – If she had her way, everyone would know how to fight and track by now.

Doesn’t Do Feelings… Except She Does – If you’re struggling, she’ll offer a quiet "You good?" and pretend she doesn’t care, but she definitely does.

Protective Big Sister Energy – She silently looks out for Sunbeam, Serenade, and Lorekeeper.

 🎶Manolo (Serenade) – The Soulful Musician

The Campfire Bard – He sings and plays guitar at night, turning their stories into songs. His music keeps their spirits high.

Chronic Peacemaker – He always tries to de-escalate arguments before they get serious.

Wanders Off for Inspiration – Sometimes disappears for hours, only to return with a new song and berries for the group.

Moves Like a Ghost – His stealth skills are unmatched. He’s more rogue than warrior, but he knows how to outmaneuver any enemy.

Looks Soft, Is Actually Tough – He will take a hit for someone if needed, no hesitation.

Fights Only When Necessary – He’s quick and deadly but only uses his skills in true emergencies.

 💥Nimona (Chimera) – The Shape-Shifting Wildcard

Absolute Agent of Chaos – No one knows what she’ll do next, and she likes it that way.

Loves Getting Reactions – If she can get Steadfast to groan in frustration, her day is made.

Fiercely Loyal – Will fight anyone who threatens her family.

Surprisingly Sentimental – She acts tough, but deep down, she treasures the little moments of kindness from the group.

Lowkey Soft for Sunbeam – Sunbeam is the only person who can calm her down when she’s too wild.

Best Fighter, Zero Strategy - She fights on pure instinct, often shifting forms mid-battle just to terrify her opponents.

🛡️Ballister (Steadfast) – The Overprotective Dad

The Only Responsible One – While technically Pathfinder is the leader, Steadfast is the one who makes sure no one dies from sheer stupidity.

Fortifier & Defender – He’s the one who built the camp’s walls, reinforced their barricades, and created watch rotations. He takes security very seriously.

Secretly Enjoys the Chaos – He complains constantly, but if the camp ever went quiet, he’d probably have an existential crisis.

Looks Soft, Is Actually Tough – He will take a hit for someone if needed, no hesitation.

The Camp’s Primary Healer – Because everyone else is a reckless disaster, he’s had to learn basic first aid and how to stitch wounds.

The First to Wake, The Last to Sleep – He patrols at night, making sure everyone is safe before he even considers resting.

[fablesuntold]

@musingmemories sent: "We're going nowhere for a while. Might as well get some sleep." — From Usagi Yuzuha to Arisu Ryohei ✨

The Beach. A false sense of security. A prison perfectly glossed over to imitate that of paradise ran by a two madmen going by Hatter and Aguni. The former of the two seemed pleasant enough— albeit a little on the boisterous side with a grin that seemed unsettlingly too large for his face. The latter? Well.. Arisu couldn’t quite place his finger on exactly what it was about the man, though he couldn’t help but to pick up all sorts of bad vibes. From the way he held himself to the army of goons trailing him around the resort at his beck and call. However, Aguni wasn’t the reason why Arisu couldn’t shake the overwhelming anxiety that twisted the pit of his stomach.. No, that was all down to his right hand man— a tall male donned with piercings and adorning a giraffe patterned shirt.. firearm constantly shouldered and ready to use. There was something.. sinister about him, that much was clear from their earlier run in. And the way he eyed Usagi like she were the prey and him the predator all while trying to ridicule him and successfully intimidating him for being her supposed boyfriend? It made Arisu shudder.

What a strange place full of even stranger people.. but perhaps he’d misread the situation and let paranoia get the best of him? Arisu didn’t know. Still torn up and grieving the death of both Karube and Chota, it was no surprise his head was a complete and utter mess.

As though his body had been set to autopilot, Arisu followed Usagi up to the their room in silence— cheeks still dusted a rosily pink no thanks to somebody pointing out yet again that him and Usagi were such a cute couple when in fact, they barely knew each other. Just two strangers who had each other’s backs in a bad situation. That didn’t stop Hatter from handing them the keys to the honeymoon suite and practically ushering them into the elevator before either of them could clear up the giant misunderstanding.

He supposed it wasn’t a bad thing, especially upon entering the room and seeing how spacey and luxurious it was, eyes wide in awe. Fit for a king and queen.. the five star treatment. There was one minor problem, however.. there was only one bed to share— king sized and housing enough room for the both of them and then some.. but that wasn’t the point, was it?

Oh boy. ‘We’re going nowhere for a while. Might as well get some sleep.’ Usagi’s voice almost startling him right from his skin, Arisu whirled around to stare at her dumbfounded. She was right. They really weren’t going anywhere anytime soon— prohibited from leaving the Beach without approval under the sanction of Hatter’s third rule; Death to all traitors. And with the cards they’d both acquired beforehand having been savaged from their pockets per their arrival? They couldn’t afford to make a run for it without them. Not when those very same cards could potentially hold the answers to how they could get back to the real world. Back home.

“Get some sleep? You mean.. together?” Together. Realising how that may have sounded the minute it left the apex of his tongue, Arisu clumsily stammered over himself to try and clear any mix ups his careless words may have caused before Usagi got the wrong idea about him. “Not together together in that way, but you know what I mean. I meant there’s only one bed, and..” Stop talking, Arisu! Cutting himself off before he could further make a fool of himself, a brief moment of silence followed the awkward clearing of his throat. Why did he always have to overthink everything when Usagi was near him? It was as though every brain cell refused to function whenever she was around. No surprise there. She was cute. Stop.

“It’s fine, I can take the floor. I don’t think I’m going to get much sleep anyway and I don’t wanna keep you up by tossing and turning all night.” A coy smile was shot her way as he crossed the room towards the bed to grab one of the two pillows neatly propped up against the headboard, leaving the other and the quilt for her. Not like he needed a quilt. The room was humid and he always ran warm even on the coldest nights. “What do you think of this place, anyway? It might be good for us. Just takes a little getting used to.” Optimistic as always — or so, he was trying to be — Arisu set down his pillow on the ground and waited for Usagi to settle in hopes they could discuss their next plan of action before both of them caught up with some much needed shut eye.

[goayda]

Stranger Things Have Happened

(* Reposting the whole thing in a new post because I don't know how to order this any other way)

(* Set at some point after the bar conversation in episode 2x07, you know the one, everything after that scene doesn't exist in this verse)

So what if... what if Stede and Izzy have sex after Ed left because, well, Stede is free to be with other people, right? And there is some fondness now there, equally mixed with some fun bickering and teasing, and they really understand each other and the heartbreak that comes with loving Edwar Teach. And you add a lot of rum and some lingering touches and well, things happen, right?

And when Stede wakes up the next morning with a bit of a hungover and sees a naked Izzy sleeping next to him, he feels so happy and he can't stop staring at Izzy and how relaxed he looks in the morning light, but then... then he starts overthinking it, of course. What if he was too fast again? What if he is TooMuch and Izzy finds it annoying? What if it was supposed to be just a one time thing? He doesn't want it to be just that, but he doesn't want to make it weird!

So when Izzy wakes up, Stede tries to play it 'cool', aiming for nonchalant and totally missing, looking more like 'totally indifferent'. And Izzy, who has been getting better at the whole 'feelings and stuff' thing, but has still a lot to learn, well, he tries to go on with his life and goes back to work because it was a good fuck and that was all, wasn't it? What else was he expecting, really? It is not as if Stede was going to start holding his hand or anything, not that Izzy wanted that anyway, because that ridiculous softness is not for pirates like himself... right?

So things get weird, of course. And the crew notices because they are not blind. Stede keeps trying to play it cool and avoids touching Izzy at all costs even though he really wants to and Izzy tries to avoid Stede claiming to be 'just busy' and having work to do 'somewhere else', but it is painful for both of them.

And surprisingly, it's Izzy the one who eventually tries to talk about that night with Stede, trying to tell him that it meant something to him, but he doesn't really know what words to use or how to explain 'feelings' and it really frustrates him. And Stede sees Izzy's frown and annoyed look and thinks that Izzy regrets that night and then doubles down on the casually indifferent pose. Which convinces Izzy that, no, Stede is not interested at all in him. Obviously.

And while this painful mess of a conversation is happening, the whole crew has managed to shamelessly gather around to listen to it and they are witnessing that trainwreck of a conversation looking like the people in that scene from the IT Crowd:

The crew is watching these two idiots having two completely different conversations at the same time without even noticing and when Izzy finally walks away defeated and Stede goes back to his cabin, his fake smile crumbling, they decide to have an emergency meeting.

They agree they can't let this keep going on, because it could turn into a right mess and well, yes, also because they care about their two idiots, so they decide Somebody has to talk to them and they obviously agree that Somebody has to be Lucius.

And Lucius sighs dramatically because why him? But deep down he knows he is the best for the job and also, Pete is looking at him encouragingly so how could he refuse?

So he graciously agrees and first he goes to talk to Stede. Making him admit his real feelings for Izzy takes Lucius five minutes, but the Captain spends half an hour praising Izzy's traits and dramatically refusing to believe that the First Mate could return his feelings.

He does believe Lucius eventually and oh, he can't stop smiling then.

When Lucius goes to talk to Izzy, though, Stede decides to devise a fuckery to make Izzy admit his real feelings for him, like in the romance books he knows. It sounds great in his head and surely Lucius would agree with him, but the young man seems to be busy so Stede goes to convince one of his friends from the Republic to help him with the plan.

Meanwhile, Lucius tries to explain things to Izzy, but it doesn't go great. The man only grunts and glares and Lucius isn't even sure he is listening to a word he says so he eventually decides to leave and try some other time.

He doesn't have the chance to because the next day, Stede pulls the fuckery right the moment they set foot on port: a masked man shoots him on the chest and while he 'bleeds out' on the ground he calls for Izzy.

Stede is hoping for a dramatic love declaration (and surely some tears and then a passionate kiss), but Izzy just looks... terrified and heartbroken and he is speechless... right until he notices the fake blood and realizes it's all a trick.

Then Stede gets a punch on the face and Izzy walks back to the ship in silence. And the crew doesn't bother him on his way there and sure as hell no one mentions the tears Izzy is trying to hold back.

Certainly Stede hasn't seen them because he is hunched over, trying to stop the nosebleed and wondering why his plan hasn't been a success.

Also the masked man AKA Sneaky Dave, Stede's friend, got a shot on the shoulder for all his troubles, but it could have been worse if Black Pete's aim had been any better

And once again Lucius is tasked with talking to Stede (and ugh, helping him with the nosebleed, because it's not stopping yet) so he can understand what went wrong (everything) and why it wasn't a great idea (not even a so-so one).

The punch might have helped making a point because it doesn't take long for Stede to look crestfallen and slightly embarrased.

And yes, Stede does understand now that Izzy might not be the type to appreciate the romantic scenery as much as he does and that maybe faking a deadly wound had been a bit too much, but he still thinks that using the word 'traumatic' is going too far, no matter what Lucius says.

Stede is devastated because he has messed things up again, even when he had tried so hard to do it right this time, but Lucius insists it's not too late and encourages him (more like pleads) to be honest with Izzy.

"Just TALK to him," Lucius says. "That idiot loves you."

Meanwhile, Jim, Fang and Frenchie are hanging out on the deck with Izzy, trying to show their support, but it has been ages and Izzy just keeps staring at the sea from the railing without saying a word. Frenchie and Fang are worried that Izzy might be planning on jumping overboard. Jim just thinks it's a nice and quiet sunset.

Eventually Stede goes to talk to Izzy and as the crew starts walking away to give them some privacy (they are going to stay not far away, eavesdropping, obviously), Jim simply whispers to Izzy "Just talk to him, that idiot loves you."

And since there is not really much to lose (he doesn't fear his new Captain would take his other leg or even a toe because of his insubordination) and he is not a coward (not anymore), Izzy takes a deep breath and looks at Stede and waits.

And Stede can't hide his nerves and he blushes and falters, but he manages to tell Izzy that he certainly doesn't regret the night they spent together, that he does cherish the memories of that moment and that he would very much like to make more *coughs* memories together... if Izzy wanted to. If Izzy wanted him.

And Izzy simply stares at Stede's stupidly handsome face and kind eyes and there is a 'Fuck off' ready on the tip of his tongue, but he just shakily says "Yes" and he means so many things he doesn't know how to say, but Stede smiles brightly and seems to understand (some of) them.

Stede looks at Izzy's shy smile and he thinks it's breathtaking and beautiful and so sweet and when he takes a step and curls his hand around Izzy's neck to kiss him, he doesn't hesitate.

For a moment the memory of another kiss under the moonlight threatens to cloud Stede's happiness, but then Izzy kisses him back and he realizes this is a different kiss, a different feeling, a different Stede even, and he sighs softly into the kiss and lets himself be happy.

They kiss softly and lazily against the railing for a long time and when they finally decide to retire to the captain's cabin, Stede holds Izzy's hand as they walk there side by side.

[redheadloverr]

Your Man ₊˚⊹♡

chapter 4. - daylight

notes: most of this chapter is going to be written! didn’t know how to convey the feelings i wanted to with just text or tweets lol :,)

the clock strikes midnight, it’s now been a week since your talk with diluc, since the photos went viral. your messages to albedo have been left unseen, you’ve secretly started to wonder if he was avoiding you. you’ve been asking venti and diluc numerous times about albedo, trying to see if he was okay but even with that, albedo refuses to see you…

ALBEDOS POV

i’ve researched for a week.. still no answers. why.. why does [name] stay on my mind even when i don’t want her to be? numerous threads of people professing their love to their best friends and being rejected… numerous friendships being ruined over one persons feelings.. i can’t let that happen.. i won’t let that happen.. maybe if i just hide my feelings for [name] they’ll never find out.. but i can’t keep hiding from them. how silly.. i agreed to be her fake boyfriend but now i can’t even face her.. ive spent all these years focusing on my work and now i can’t even bother looking at my textbooks.. how pathetic. i wouldn’t blame [name] for falling in love with someone like diluc.. but why do i still feel this way..

as i sit in my chair, blinking the sleepy out of my eyes i hear a ding come from my phone.. more texts from [name]? i pick up my phone to see it’s a text from diluc.. i roll my eyes as i text back

as i sit outside of albedo’s door, i contemplate if me coming here was a good decision.. venti and diluc persuaded me to come here, to try and get albedo to talk to me… but maybe this was a bad idea.. as i was getting ready to turn back around and leave, albedo suddenly opens his door. he seems surprised to see me, a slight gasp escaping my mouth, he has baggy eyes and looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks.. i knew he took his studies seriously but this was too far.. my instincts kick in and i immediately rush to check his forehead, no fever. i sigh in relief as i smile, seeing a small hint of pink on albedos cheeks. “i didn’t.. think you’d actually be here.. so soon..” he clears his throat as he sighs lightly “you should.. come in..” he says as he steps to the side, letting you in his room. you give him a small nod as you enter his room and it only hits you then that you haven’t been in his room since last year.. it’s changed so much since you’ve last been in there.. “you can.. have a seat on my bed.. sorry it’s a bit of a mess in here..” he shyly says as he sits on his chair, looking at you. the lights are off, his curtains covering his window, the only light coming from his room is a small lamp on his desk, pointed towards his lap.. before you can even think, you blurt out “why are you ignoring me?” he looks at you, shocked. he didn’t expect you to sound so.. upset.. “I..I’m not..” he says, avoiding eye contact. “yes, you are. why. what did i do? is it because of diluc?” you stare at him, not letting your eyes off of him. “i��� it’s not…” he scratches his head, a nervous tick of his.. “i’m not trying to.. ignore you.. i just.. needed time to process everything, im sorry..” he looks at you, really looks at you, his eyes sincere. “i didn’t know what to do, honestly. it’s not about diluc, or you even.. it’s about me.. i can’t wrap my head around it, [name] but..” he takes a deep breath before continuing. “you’re all i can think about.. it’s… annoying. why can’t i stop thinking about it,, about you and diluc.. what if it was me you were with.. why couldn’t it have been me with you.. why did it have to be diluc.. do you.. not look at me the way you may look at diluc? all these questions yet no amount of research will give me the answers. all i can ask is why..” he looks.. exhausted. he didn’t even realize he had practically just confessed to you. how could he not have realized it. or maybe you were just overthinking it? “albedo.. do you.. realize what you just said?” you look at him, needing him to realize what he said. “yes. i like you, [name]. i think i always have. and it’s driving me insane. xiao was one thing.. and then diluc.. you’re driving me absolutely nuts, [name]. why won’t you look at me the way you’ve looked at them? what’s so special about them?” your heart skips a beat as you hear him speak.. it makes you feel bad but… you feel so happy? your cheeks flush red.. was this.. no.. surely not. you shake your head, trying not to hear the pounding in your chest. “there’s.. there’s nothing special about them… you’re more special to me than any of them.”

synopsis — in which reader is freshly broken up with, to get back at their ex, reader and best friend, albedo, decide to fake date, only the fake dating is horrendously one sided…

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[ceaseless-watchers-special-girl]

omgomgomg i love this!!!!!!

and ALSO nureyev's physical space is the complete opposite to his mental space. in his mind he's filing shit away and strategically picking out the most important things to remember so that he knows what he's doing at all times, but his room is a fucking mess and he's got knives hidden in the most ridiculous places. maybe, like juno with his bits of information, he leaves his knives and clothes and shit everywhere so he knows it's there when he needs it, so he doesn't have to take up space in his brain worrying about how to get to his nearest weapon because he can just toss it on a pile of clothes within reach and use his brain to focus on the Most Important Things

don't think we've had a description of what juno's room is like but it's probably safe to assume he isn't as messy as nureyev lmao. he's probably a bit neater and okay with putting things away because he doesn't feel the need to have a weapon or just the right article of clothing in his grasp within seconds, and if he's put in a tight situation, he's okay with having only a few items to work with because he can use his brain to figure out the rest.

nureyev could easily be seen as an overthinker while juno "i ate a random pill off the ground and it fucked up my entire career" steel is the impulsive one, but really, nureyev is the one who's quick on his feet and juno is the one who thinks more deeply about things.

because for nureyev, a single second's hesitation could mean being struck by a laser or put behind bars, and so having a Few Important Things in his brain ensures he isn't in his head and distracted from the situation at hand — he's always focused on what's happening around him and he knows how to use his physical surroundings to his advantage, so having a mess of easily accessible items is safer than a neat place where the items he need take valuable seconds to retrieve. he keeps his mind tidy and full of a few important pieces of information because for a criminal, acting quickly is more advantageous than taking time to figure out the best option. so he plans meticulously in advance and clears his brain of everything he deems unnecessary, so when he's on the job, he doesn't have to think and he can rely on his instincts and physical capabilities to survive.

but this backfires sometimes, because it does mean that he doesn't really think when he's working, so there's no room to deviate from his plans because he doesn't have the time to concoct a new one, so during the man in glass heist when juno keeps changing the plan, nureyev is absolutely infuriated and refuses to change anything he's doing, stubbornly following what he's already planned out because he doesn't take time to think during heists, to the point where it's detrimental to the heist.

but for juno, he's in his head almost all the time, trying to figure out the big picture with all the little pieces he picks up. that's why his brain is as messy as nureyev's room, because he needs everything readily available, and he can usually smartass his way out of problems before he needs to use his surroundings to help. of course, this comes from being a detective, because for most of his career, a few seconds to think would at worst mean taking a punch, but it wouldn't cost him his life or his freedom. his career was built on thinking and outsmarting people, so he works mostly in his brain, and isn't great at acting quickly when the situation calls for it.

so obviously that's bad like with the CMP heist when he needs to get out of immediate danger, but it's also good sometimes, because it means he can figure out a way to get out of the danger using information like a detective rather than instincts like a criminal. that's why buddy and vespa and nureyev are all annoyed by juno's whole "this doesn't make any sense!!!" shtick because as criminals, they think he's wasting valuable time, but as a detective, juno thinks taking time to find the big picture is the easiest way out of their situation.

so juno's strength is in thinking things through and nureyev's strength is in instinctive decisions, which is why juno's instinctive decisions (eating the pill) are really fucking stupid and when nureyev tries to think things through (telling juno to stay away from him through s4 and 5) it's also really fucking stupid.

obviously there are times when the situation calls for instinctive decisions (any immediate threat) and there are times when you need to think things through (man in glass heist, CMP heist) and so having juno and nureyev work together is brilliant because you have accounted for both of those situations. the only problem is realising what sort of situation you are in, and getting one of them to follow the other's lead, because they're both stubborn idiots who won't want to listen to the other <33

okay i was thinking about. the way Juno and Nureyev think. like the way their minds complement each other is just so goddamn neat to me.

(I've touched on something like this before in my 'Nureyev's coping mechanisms backfiring when misapplied' post, the bit about 'Juno’s intelligence is geared toward gathering clues and then assembling narratives, getting good insight checks and putting together a bigger picture that Nureyev has trained himself out of being able to see. they’re both very good at reading people but Nureyev’s strength is being quick on his feet and handling people and situations in the moment while Juno is good at mapping people’s inner landscapes and motivations')

and now another thing that strikes me about Juno's whole detective brain thing is the way his knowledge and memory is incredibly interconnected and associative, the way little pieces crop up in his mind and he knows they're important but not necessarily why, and has to hang onto them until he can see how they fit. The way he basically lives for his 'I connected the dots!!!' moments. he doesn't seem to have the same command over recall the way Nureyev does -- Nureyev's being extremely deliberate and structured, whereas Juno's pattern recognition and responses to prompts and triggers look a lot more instinctive, even if it's just that the way he works has allowed that talent to flourish

And from there you have an equally fascinating contrast in how heavily Nureyev also relies on his knowledge and memory, and yet his method hinges on that ability to compartmentalize, and how the the pieces stay extremely discrete. it's like. Nureyev's constantly putting shit away in filing cabinets, and Juno's constantly leaving stuff around all the time because How Else Would He Know Where It Is, it'll be there when he needs it

and then that leads to fascinating stuff like Nureyev's knowledge being incredibly precise yet fragmented, very purposefully weighed and deployed in the scenario he knows how to apply it to. and how that catches him off the back foot so spectacularly in Man In Glass by relegating useful context as extraneous so thoroughly he literally dissociates it. In Juno's case, the way he can see how things relate to each other backfires on him when he gets carried away, jumps to conclusions without necessarily having the groundwork/evidence/ability to show his work and back it up

ALSO. jury's out on how much Nureyev has actually considered whether his 'focus on the guard not the queen' mentality was shooting himself in the foot before Man In Glass but. something something Train From Nowhere 'i trust your eyes, for a start. and I trust your mind! a master detective's' etc. I get the sense that he recognizes what Juno does as a strength and a complementary skill (at least initially/on an instinctive level/when he's at his best. obv there's still him getting stuck on his Rules of Thieving/forgetting to listen/getting condescending and dismissive under stress but i think that sorta highlights the whole point that they're at their best when they're confident in that trust in each other.)

(also given the CMP heist it's not exactly just Nureyev and I kinda have to wonder if maybe the Aurinkos have Juno's jumping to conclusions tendency work great sometimes and then backfire a bunch of others so they can't always let him have a full head of steam at a precarious moment. i know i've seen ppl get frustrated about that bit and like yes it is a frustrating device but it still strikes me as different from the way that sort of thing is usually deployed, in that it has plenty of plausible grounding in the characterization and communication styles)

like yes i'm a simple man i go bonkers for them being competent at their chosen skills but 'we work well together' is such a cornerstone of their relationship and the way their minds are so different and dovetail so effectively is just. the drift compatibility is built into their psyches and it's absolutely *chef's kiss*

[sweetbbyshion]

Hello hello

Can you do prompt “please look at me” with Sugawara please

Prompt game!!

"Please look at me"

-> Sugawara Koushi

characters: Sugawara Koushi (Haikyuu)

warnings: a bit of angst, happy ending, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart)

“Please look at me.” Sugawara pleads with you, trying to get in your line of vision.

You continue brushing your teeth, refusing to acknowledge the man standing behind you. Sugawara reeks of alcohol, courtesy of the significant amount he drank at his high school reunion where Koushi’s old teammates invited him for lunch. It had been a while since he had seen some of them so you postponed the lunch date for dinner. You didn't want him to miss the opportunity to see his friends and you were both free at night so it wasn't a big deal. If everything went correctly, your boyfriend would get home around six and change before your date night. Simple enough.

It's Saturday so you spend most of your afternoon doing some cleaning and then you go get ready. Koushi didn't text you during that time and while it was a bit out of character, you didn't overthink it too much. You just told yourself he was too busy catching up and would soon text you to announce he was going home.

So imagine your surprise when Koushi arrives at nine with an apologetic Daichi keeping him standing. His best friend carries him to the couch, gives him a cup of water and apologizes to you before leaving. You stand there, looking at your boyfriend whining about his excessive drinking before turning around and leaving to the bathroom without saying a word. You had already changed from the pretty clothes you took so long to choose and the traces of smudged makeup from crying were long gone.

“Sweetheart, please. I want to apologize while looking into your eyes.”

It took around 25 minutes until Koushi sobered up enough and remembered the plans you had made. You had busied yourself with the task of cleaning the mess you made in the bathroom while getting ready and you had just started brushing your teeth when he came into the room with apologies on the tip of his tongue.

“Koushi.” you said sternly, still not looking at his reflection through the mirror. “We’ll talk tomorrow, ok? Give me the night to clear my head. I don't want to argue with you.”

Your boyfriend only whispers an “Alright.” before leaving to the bedroom. You didn't want to accidentally blow up on him and make this situation worse than it is. You knew the man didn't do it on purpose. It's not like he wanted to forget about your plans. There would be more nights and more dates. Still, you couldn't help but feel a bit hurt.

You continue your routine, slower than you normally do, but eventually you have to go back to the bedroom where Koushi is already in, laying in bed. He watches you move around the room until you finally settle next to him. You're about to turn your back to Koushi when his arms wrap around you, pulling your head to rest on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” he starts. “I got carried away when I shouldn't have. I’m not a young kid anymore and I shouldn't have drank in the first place when I knew we were going out.” he sighs, gently making you look at him. “Please look at me.” he asks again and this time you give in.

Sugawara apologizes over and over again as he presses kisses all over your face. You can't help but giggle a bit and your boyfriend smiles happily at you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

You will still talk tomorrow but, for now, you let yourself be pulled closer until you fall asleep next to the man you love.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

The brother’s reaction to having a shy s/o who is inexperienced

Genre: fluff Warnings: none

Lucifer: 

he was really subtle about liking you at first

until he found out that you like him back 

then, all bets were off 

he acted so cockily and confident 

well, more than usual, that is

he was all about flirting and being touchy 

teasing you constantly 

when you two actually started dating, he was surprisingly pretty slow about going about things 

you guessed it was because he hasn’t been serious about anyone in a while 

a fiery blush came to your cheeks when you first held hands and he thought it was the cutest thing ever to see you so flustered 

when he finally decided to kiss you, he notices you dodge his attempts

the first time it happened, he got the message and didn’t try again for a long while 

he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, after all 

when he tries again though and you still refuse him, he decides to talk to you about it 

he’s absolutely 100% okay with waiting but he just wants to know why

does he scare you or make you nervous? Are you not as attracted to him as you thought? 

when you confess that you’re nervous to be affectionate with him in fear of messing up, he’s confused 

“Darling, I don’t care how good or bad you are. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll teach you all that you need to know,” he purrs suggestively into your ear 

when you finally do kiss, he can tell you’re inexperienced but the kiss alone was enjoyable because it was done with you 

Mammon:

it took him all of two seconds to try to first kiss you when you started dating

when you dodged it though, he felt his heart break a little

you’re his human now, right? So why can’t he show you how much he likes you?

true to Mammon manner, he throws a fit without really thinking about it 

“Why won’t ya let me kiss ya? ‘U’re my partner, aren’t ya? I should be allowed to kiss ya!” he whines

as much as he wanted to kiss you, he was okay with waiting if that’s what you wanted 

he’s just dramatic 

when you teared up at his words though, his mind instantly shuts off and he doesn’t know what to do 

“Yeah, ‘u’re right. I’m not being a good partner. I’m sorry,” you apologize, tears starting to fall down your face

he gapes at this, his heart beating faster when he realizes that he’s the cause of your tears

“What? No! You’re perfect! Stop crying! If ya don’t wanna kiss me yet, ya don’t have to!” he shouts

you sniffle and wipe at your cheeks, still not making eye contact with him 

“Really?” you ask unsurely, thinking he’s just saying that to make you stop crying 

you see his feet come into your view and then feel his hands on your cheeks, fear shooting through you when you think he’s going to try to kiss you anyway 

“(Y/n), ya know how much I...like ya. I don’t want to make ya do something that ya don’t wanna do...”

you sniffle again, a smile slowly coming to your face as you look up at him 

“Thank you, Mammon. This means a lot to me,” you thank softly

he huffs and shoves you into his chest, your arms coming around him for a tight hug

“Yeah, whatever, human,” he grumbles, failing to hide his blush from you

Levi:

he’s just as nervous as you are 

yeah, he’s been around hundreds and hundreds of years but that doesn’t mean he’s all that experienced 

he prefers hiding in his room to play video games and watch anime rather than going out and actually talking to all the normies 

you make him want to leave his room though 

he wasn’t exactly subtle about having feelings for you 

then again, you weren’t the best at hiding it either 

all of the brothers constantly tease you both 

so, when you finally do get together, neither of you make a move to even hold hands

the most you do for a while is hug, to be honest 

as time went by and you two got more comfortable around each other, he finally worked up the nerve to hold your hand 

both of you had blushes the entire time though 

it took him even longer to try to kiss you for the first time 

when you avoided it though, he freaked out 

“Sorry! Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have tried that! I really am sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

he stops when you tighten your grip on his hand, his throat seizing up a bit at the extra pressure

are you going to dump him? 

“I’m sorry. It’s not you. I’m just so afraid of messing this up...” you confess 

cue confused Levi™️

“What? Why would you think that?” he asks as he turns to face you more now that he knows you’re not revolted by him 

after you explain everything to him, he smiles softly at you and turns you to face him 

“Hey, I don’t care about that. You’re talking to me, after all. There are plenty of things I haven’t done and I’m nervous to try. I want to try them with you though. For you,” he says softly, his free hand lightly cupping your cheek

you smile brightly at him now as you give him a hug

“Thank you, Levi.”

Satan: 

he was really calm about the entire thing 

well, other than when you would do something beyond cute and he’d just get so flustered

when he realized he liked you, he didn’t hesitate to ask you out once he ‘confirmed’ that you liked him back 

when you said yes, he was beyond ecstatic 

he practically dragged you to your first date right away 

he held your hand easily, not noticing how you tensed up at the gesture before slowly relaxing into it 

when he tried to kiss you after your first date though, you retreated from his face 

he visibly deflates at the denial but he doesn’t push it 

you two did just start dating, after all. Maybe you’re just not ready yet 

and he’s okay with that

“Goodnight, (Y/n),” he whispers before kissing the back of your hand and leaving you at your door 

he doesn’t try again until much later 

when you do the same thing again though, he looks crestfallen 

“(Y/n)...why won’t you let me kiss you?” he asks quietly, starting to become afraid that you didn’t actually like him anymore or that you’re scared of him 

after hearing you explain that you’re afraid of messing up or that you’re not good enough for him, he looks heartbroken 

“My love, don’t think so negatively about yourself. I want all of you, your faults and your downfalls included. I like you for who you are,” he says gently, cupping your hands with his 

when he sees you smile, he pulls you into a hug 

“Now that I know, I’ll wait as long as you want me to.” 

Asmo:

we all know how affectionate this demon is 

you two weren’t even dating yet before he tried making a move 

when you shot him down or shied away from him, he just brushed it off

when he actually started liking you though, all of that stopped 

he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or nervous around him 

he hated the thought of it 

you, and everyone for that matter, noticed his change in behavior 

he didn’t really bring anyone home anymore, he didn’t even really flirt with anyone that wasn’t you 

it was freaking everyone out, honestly 

well, everyone but you 

it made you realize how serious his feelings for you are 

so, when you two start dating, he’s ready to get things on the road 

when he tries to kiss you though, you avoid it with a nervous gaze

this makes him just as nervous 

does he still make you uncomfortable or anxious? are you worried about him cheating on you? 

he let it go the first time, wanting to give you time to adjust to your new relationship with him 

when he tried again though and you still avoided him, he just got more upset 

“Why won’t you let me kiss you? Do I make you that uncomfortable?” he snaps without thinking about it 

in his eyes, he’s been nothing but a loving, caring, and loyal boyfriend and you’ll barely cuddle him 

everything comes to a stop when your eyes start watering though 

“You’re right. I know. I’m such a bad partner. You can kiss me. Go ahead,” you concede, body shaking as you move closer to him 

kissing you is what he’s been wanting but not like this

you clearly don’t want it 

“What? No! Look at you! You’re shaking at even thinking about kissing me! I’m not going to force you to do it!” he shouts as he moves away from you 

his yelling and denying you just makes you more nervous. You just keep messing up 

“I’m sorry. I understand if you want to break up with me. I know you’re the avatar of lust. I’m such a bad partner. I can’t even kiss you,” you sob, your body shaking even more

he frowns at this, a pit forming in his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do 

he sighs and moves to you, wrapping you in a hug and letting you sob into his chest 

“Babe,” he calls out to you, getting no response. “Darling,” he tries again. “Sugar. Love bug. My honey bunches of oats,” he keeps going, the pet names getting more sickeningly sweet as he goes on 

you start giggling at the fourth one, pulling away to look up at him 

he smiles softly at you, his hands cupping your face and petting your hair as he speaks 

“(Y/n), it doesn’t matter that I’m the avatar of lust. I want to be with you and if that means you don’t want to kiss me yet, then that’s okay. I’m sorry for shouting. I just thought you were still uncomfortable around me from how I used to act...” he confesses 

your smile slips into a frown, your head starting to shake 

“That’s not it at all. I just don’t want to mess this up. I really like you...” you confess 

he smirks and kisses your cheek before saying, “Good because I like you even more.”

Beel: 

my pure honey bunch sugar plum pumpyumpyumpkin sweetie pie cuppy cake gum drop schnookums schnookums baby cakes 

I love this man so much I-

when he figures out he likes you, this demon can barely look at you without getting butterflies and a pink blush 

when he finds out you like him too?

those butterflies turn into full-on birds and he swears he’s going to be sick 

he gets so nervous around you after that 

suddenly, things he used to do without thinking, he now overthinks about

you look so nice today. Should he tell you or will you be creeped out? He’s trying out this new recipe. Can he ask you to try it or is he pestering you? He needs help with his homework. Can he ask you or will you think he’s dumb or annoying?

MY POOR SWEET BABY 

when you two get together, it helps him relax a lot 

you wouldn’t be dating him if you didn’t like him, right?

takes him like three months to even hold your hand

after he first does it though, he ALWAYS holds your hand after that 

he likes the feeling of your small hand in his 

it takes him 47420959584 years to try to kiss you 

he’s honestly so excited but also very nervous 

he is constantly looking at your lips and imagining them against his

when he tries and you deny him, he thinks he might puke 

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” you say softly

he swallows down his nerves and nods his head, moving away from you to give you space 

“No, it’s okay. I understand.”

“But you don’t...” you mumble

what doesn’t he understand? 

“Okay, then explain it to me?” he replies, it coming out more as a question that a statement

you sigh before explaining the situation 

he smiles at your words though, thinking it’s kind of silly 

“(Y/n), you don’t ever have to be worried when it comes to me. I care for you in ways that I can’t explain. If you aren’t ready to kiss me yet, then that’s completely fine. I want to kiss you only when you’re ready,” he reassures before giving your forehead a kiss 

Belphie: 

you two were cuddling in bed before he even realized he liked you 

once he did realize though, he became nervous around you 

he didn’t show it though 

he just started acting indifferent towards you 

he wasn’t fooling anyone though 

it was the little things that showed everyone that he cared for you

giving you his leftovers instead of Beel, pulling a blanket over you if you fall asleep on the couch, pulling a piece of fuzz from your hair with the utmost care, the list goes on 

when you two started dating, nothing really changed at first

Belphie is bad at expressing himself, so cuddling with you was already a big step for him 

when you two move up to hugging and hand-holding though, he slowly starts to open up more 

one day, he finally goes to kiss you only for you to avoid it 

he’s confused but it doesn’t really bother him all that much because he knows what it’s like to received unwanted affection 

but wait 

why would his affection be unwanted? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?

he softly asks you about it, letting you know that he’s not upset in any way. He’s just confused

once you explain that you’re afraid of messing up, he chuckles a little as he pulls you into a hug 

“Now why would you ever be afraid of something like that? You know that I like you. Both of us will make plenty of mistakes but we are a couple so we will work on them and improve together,” he coos at you

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