#and i don’t it will either. i’m not a huge fan of ~reality yeah?

[padfootastic]

summary: from euphemia to james to sirius to harry to lily luna—traditions passed down through the generations of potters. love in the form of feeding your people, aloo paranthas as a labor of love etc etc

a labor of love

(also on ao3!)

August, 1970

“Jamie, breakfast’s ready!”

Loud steps thundered around the house as her ten year old raced down the stairs. Euphemia didn’t even bother to reprimand him at this point—she knew it was a pointless endeavour. Instead, she made sure the safety charms on the staircase were always updated.

“HiMumGoodMorningWhatsForBreakfast,” James’ words came out in one single whoosh of air and it was only because this was her child that she had extensive experience with that she could decode what he was saying.

She smiled gently while placing the plate in front of him. “Aloo parantha, honey.”

“Yesss,” James hissed in pleasure, a quick fist pumped in the air, before bending forward with his nose mere millimetres away from the paranthas.

Euphemia swapped the back of his head with a ‘tsk’. “James. How many times have I told you not to smell your food? You’re not a dog.”

“Ma, you don’t get it, okay. It smells so good,” he replied with a goofy, cross-eyed expression. “Seriously, whenever I go to heaven, I just know it’ll smell like fried potato and ghee and coriander. Life can’t get any better than this.”

Euphemia could only smile at the innocent look of wonder on her son’s face as he tore a piece off to stuff it in his mouth, hoping it always stayed there. If she had to keep making him aloo paranthas every morning to keep it there, she’d happily do so. 

August, 1976

Sirius huddled closer into the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and trying to count his breaths so he didn’t go so fast anymore.

It was some ungodly time of the day and he was sitting on the floor, pressed right up against the corner of the living room of Potter Manor, having a minor—really, not a big deal at all—panic attack about…well, everything.

It hadn’t been two days since he’d run away from Grimmauld Place and already the hopelessness was settling into his bones. He couldn’t stop replaying the words and curses and taunts and Reg’s face and—

“Sirius?” A drowsy voice cut through his spiral. He shouldn’t be surprised.

James always had a way of doing that.

“H-Hi, Jamie,” he replied, straightening up and wiping his eyes in a futile attempt to hide the tears he could feel pooling there. It wouldn’t work, he knew that, James always, always knew but he still had to try.

Sure enough, a pair of sock clad feet (adorned in little animated snitches) stopped right in front of him. His gaze traveled slowly, reluctantly, up to see James looking at him with a complicated look on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and frustration and resignation. Sirius hated that he put it there. James wasn’t made for expressions like that—he should always be happy, smiling, and this felt wrong, wrong, wrong.

Before he could do anything, though (not that there was much in his control), a hand entered his vision, palm up in invitation. Without even thinking twice about it—he would always choose James—he let himself be pulled up and straight into strong arms that were the only thing keeping him whole and grounded so far.

The hug ended in less time than it took for him to draw a full, shaky, breath. The abruptness of it left him reeling. 

“Come on,” James said, tugging him in the direction of the kitchen. Sirius followed, confused, letting himself be manhandled into the kitchen stool and watched James take something out of the cooking cabinet.

“Boiled potatoes,” he explained, already moving on to the spice rack. “Mum always keeps some ready to go.”

With quick, practiced movements, James had them peeled and mashed. Another sealed container was retrieved—‘Dough. For the rotis’—and a flat top griddle was placed on the stove.

Sirius watched the whole thing in a daze, unable to identify a single thing but being comforted all the same. It felt almost like a ritual; the rhythmic movements of James’ hands as he rolled the dough into balls, and stuffed them with the potatoes. Watching him smooth it out into a round, flat shape. 

“I didn’t know you were so proficient in the kitchen, Prongs,” Sirius finally said as the kitchen warmed up from his best mate’s ministrations, the smell of ghee-fried dough and spiced potatoes permeating the air.

“I’m not, really,” James shrugged. “But aloo paranthas are—they’re different, you know? Everyone should know how to make them.“

“I’ve never even tried them.”

“Well, then, everyone should have them at least once in their lives,” James said, firmly.

He placed a plate full of warm, steaming—aloo paranthas in front of Sirius and without even knowing what they really were, he could feel the rest of the tension seeping out of him. It’s a temporary relief, to be sure, but that it happened at all is enough to both awe and excite him.

He looked up at James with wide eyes, only to receive a knowing smile in return.

“Have a bite, Pads,” James pushed the plate closer. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

And he didn’t.

As he sat there and entirely demolished four of the wonderful paranthas—after days of not feeling the slightest pang of hunger—Sirius was helpless against the warmth that suffused his entire being, not just from the heat of the potatoes, but from the boy in front of him who’d decided to take a chance on him. Decided to welcome him not just in his arms but his house, his family. 

August, 1995

“Sirius, why are we here?” Harry asked, confused. A minute ago, they were in the garden, talking about something or the other, and then suddenly his godfather had grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the kitchen.

“Because you, my dear Prongslet, have been severely, unforgivably wronged and it’s time to start rectifying that,” Sirius proclaimed, which really didn’t help.

“…huh?”

“You just told me you’ve never had anything but bland, boring British food. Ever.” Sirius stressed the last word, making a point Harry wasn’t quite sure of.

“Yes…because the Dursleys are raging racists and Hogwarts isn’t too creative with its culinary choices,” Harry slowly said, feeling eerily like he was defending himself for…not being able to have a diverse palette?

“Exactly. If James had a grave, he’d be rolling around in it.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“Look, I was supposed to do this for you since the day you were old enough to eat solids. That I didn’t…well. Let’s not go there right now. But now that I do have the chance, it’s practically first on the list of my godfatherly duties—“

“What is, Sirius?” Harry asked, slightly exasperated. The man was making no sense.

“Making aloo paranthas, Harry! Come on, keep up, it’s bad enough you’ve gone this far without—any longer and I swear, James will find a way to come back to wring my neck and tie you to a chair just so he could force feed you,” Sirius finished, a slightly haunted look in his eyes like he was speaking from experience.

Harry blinked. What—?

“Now, luckily for us, the boiled potatoes are already done. You’ve got me to thank for that bit of foresight, of course, never go without since fifth year—“

“Why?”

“—because they’re so versatile—“

“Right, of course, how silly of me.”

“Yes. So, now you’ve gotta peel and mash it, and none of that ricer or fork nonsense, either, okay? You’ve gotta really get in there with your hands.” Sirius demonstrated by taking one slightly cold potato from the bowl, expertly peeling and crushing it between his fingers. He kept going until it was almost smooth, with just the smallest hint of texture. Once done, he turned expectantly towards Harry, eyebrow raised and ‘go on’ written all over his face.

Still slightly bemused, Harry stepped forward and gingerly took a potato of his own. Trying to peel it was—not as easy as he thought and everything else faded away as he concentrated on making sure no brown bits remained. It was a surprisingly soothing task. When he had his first potato peeled and mashed, he turned to Sirius proudly.

“There. What next?”

Sirius nodded in approval. “Now, we do the rest of it.”

And standing there shoulder to shoulder, the two of them managed to get through a veritable mountain of boiled potatoes, interspersed with Sirius’ stories of the Potters, a rare, greedy pleasure for Harry.

“Your grandmum, Euphemia, she’d make this for breakfast every so often. It was James’ favorite and she could never resist his great, big eyes—you get that from him, by the way. Not many people could, mind, but it was particularly effective when he wanted to scam some paranthas out of her.”

and “Your dad wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but this was one thing he was absolutely adamant he learn. Spent hours with Effie and Rani perfecting it, as well.”

Once the potatoes were done, Sirius directed him to the spice cabinet. “Now, this is the most important bit, Harry. Everyone makes their aloo paranthas in their own way. You can have different people following the same recipe and all of their final results would still taste different.”

Harry nodded in understanding. It was a bit like Aunt Petunia’s prized Roast Dinner—she always claimed no one else could make it the way she could, not even letting Harry close to the preparation of it. 

“The first time I had this was in fifth year—similar to you, come to think of it—and I’ve experimented after, right? It was so good I had to. I went to many, many places in muggle London—roadside stalls to fine dining, you name it—and not once have I felt the same as when your dad made it with his eyes still half closed and the paranthas a little burnt on the edges and a bit undercooked in the middle. There’s no competition. So. It’s all in the spice, yes?”

Sirius handed him the container of carom seeds. “That being said, the most important bit?”

Harry leaned forward, eager, all hesitation forgotten in the face of a piece of his culture, his family being passed down to him like this.

“You’ve got to—“

August, 2017

“—measure with your heart, okay, Lils?”

Little Lily Luna Potter, only nine but adopting an air of maturity of someone much older, nodded solemnly, taking her dad’s word as gospel.

“This isn’t just food—this is you telling someone you love them. It’s a warm hug. Feeding someone, taking care of them, is no small job. So, forget all this measurements nonsense and just get in there,” Harry finished, nostalgia coating his words as he quoted his own godfather word for word.

“Get in there, Daddy!” Lily-Lu repeated empathetically.

“That’s right,” Harry chuckled, using one hand to ruffle the riotous mane of red curls piled on top of her head. “The next thing to go in is the powdered spices. Which ones are those, again?”

Lily-Lu squinted thoughtfully. “Coriander powder, red chili powder, tyoo-mer-ic, and cumin powder. That’s all of it, right, Daddy?”

Harry smiled at her serious countenance. “There’s just one more you’re missing.”

She frowned, biting her lip and mumbling under breath. “One more? Coriander…chili…cumin…and—and—garam masala! It’s garam masala, isn’t it?” The last few words were said in an excited shout, almost loud enough to startle him but he could only lean forward and place a quick kiss on her forehead in approval.

“Sure is, sweetheart. You’re a quick one, aren’t you?”

“I’m smart, Daddy, you and Mummy say so,” Lily-Lu returned, self-satisfaction radiating from every inch of her little frame

“That’s because you are; the smartest of us all, isn’t it?” Harry teased, while carefully mixing the spices with the potatoes. This one he’d do himself—Lily-Lu’s hands weren’t the steadiest yet.

“Oh!” She exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward. “The salt! You forgot the salt, Daddy.”

Harry blinked in surprise, looking down at his array of ingredients and realised he had.

“Huh. So I have, it seems. Would you like to do the honours, Lulu?” He extended the container towards her, smiling once again at how she was practically vibrating in excitement.

Harry was—not just glad but utterly ecstatic that he could do this, had the opportunity and ability for it. And he had no one but Sirius to thank for it.

Taking care of me even from the afterlife, aren’t you, Siri? he thinks with a silent offering of gratitude to the universe. I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for it, for everything. 

“And now, the absolute final step?”

“The chopped coriander!” Lily-Lu chirped, already reaching forward to clasp a handful of coriander he’d prepared beforehand. She sprinkled it all over their mixture with a high, bright giggle and Harry could’ve spent an eternity in that moment, with his child beside him and the weight of his family behind him.

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Q: I don’t need the Bailey Kay Superstar Social Media Special. Maybe an assistant, so I don’t miss out on a dope opportunity because my inbox is flooded with enthusiastic butterflies. BK: Aht Aht! This is not about the Hive! This is about the thirsties slipping and sliding into your dms. My butterflies know how to act. Q: Oh really?! BK: Yes really.

Q: That’s funny because… let me see… here… Yeah I definitely got nudes from… wildbutterfly and a sexybfly4liiiife with four i’s. BK: So we’re keeping messages with nudes now, Quinton??? Q: Damn. The government?? Penny, help! Penny: You two are hilarious. This is quality entertainment. Maybe we should reconsider the reality show. BK&Q: NO!

BK: What’s with the face sir? Are we boring you? Khalil: I’m just wondering when we’re gonna talk about the elephant in the room. BK: ( Shit. How does he know?? ) Penny: Khalil, now is not the time. We’re celebrating. Q: No, get it off your chest because you’re definitely killing the vibe.

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This was wordy so continue reading below…

Khalil: Look, I gave in with the residency decision, but I’m not rolling over on this retirement thing. I think it’s stupid and a huge fucking mistake. BK: Well damn. Khalil: I don’t get it B. You love this. Music is life. Performing is life. Your fans. All of it. Why would you stop now? BK: You’re right. I do love it. And music has been my life, but I’ve done it all. I’ve accomplished every one of my goals when it comes to being an entertainer. I’m ready to move on.

Khalil: This is crazy. You’re at the top of your game. Now is when you cement your legend status. All the greats are still recording and performing into their adult years, some even elders! BK: I hear you, but right now I just want to do things on my terms and time. I want to focus on my family. I want to help other artists make their dreams come true. Maybe even discover something else I love. Khalil: This industry moves fast. You know that. If you quit, there’s no guarantee you’ll get your spot back. Everyone will move on to the next hot thing. BK: I’m not worried about that. If I come back it will be out of love for the music. I don’t need to chase the fame and the top spot anymore.

Khalil: Did you forget about the 2 albums left on your contract? BK: No, I- Q: Are you really bringing up contracts right now?! Khalil: No one is listening to logic so yes I’m talking about legal obligations. Q: Clearly you didn't hear one thing she just said. You’re still only worried about what she can do for you.

Khalil: Q, stay in your lane. I don’t tell you how to do your job. Don’t tell me how to do mine. Q: Maybe you should think about something else other than the job. There is more to life. Khalil: Here you go with your speeches on family life. Focusing on the job got me, your wife and you the success you have now. You conveniently forget that. The family sim thing is for you. That’s great. But let me and B do what we do best and make sure we all stay winning. BK: It doesn’t have to be an either or situation. Both can be possible. Khalil: Retirement is not both. Retirement is quitting and that’s not the Global Superstar BK that I signed. It’s sounding like Bailey being influenced by Quinton.

Q: I don't like your tone. BK: Khalil, you’re about to cross a line and we really don’t have to go there. Khalil: I’m just being real because you two are not thinking straight. I swear you must be pregnant or something because that’s the only time you come at me with the home life work life balance shit. But even you two wouldn’t be that reckless.

*crickets*

Penny: Bailey… Khalil: Are you fucking kidding me?!

BK: We- Khalil: This is bullshit. I’m out. Penny: Khalil!

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Hello bff 😜😜😜 do you have any hcs just for Tyler???!

helloooo :3, of course!! heres some off the top of my head lmao (all if tyler was real):

- tyler can fall asleep ANYWHERE, especially public transport which means he has missed a lot of shifts at work lmao. he just gets on the bus, puts his feet up on the seats and is out like a light. the narrator is really jealous of him for this and tyler is always like “man, i don’t get how you can’t just go to sleep it’s so easy”

- he loves music and will listen to just about anything. he has mixtapes but not many (he just listens to albums) and they are not organised by genre or anything so he will get three of the most random songs in a row. like going from beethoven’s seventh symphony , to bikini kill, to destiny’s child.

- this is a huge headcannon which isn’t based in anything at all BUT i like to think tyler is a batman fan (specifically the comics). when tyler was younger, like late childhood and early teens, i think he was kind of a loner and went to the comic book store most days after school, or sometimes skip school all together, to just go and read all of the comics that he couldn’t afford. his fav is ‘the dark knight returns’ by frank miller, because of the gay subtext that he kind of connected with? and he either bought it or took it. it’s still in the paper street house somewhere, like in his closet or bedside table or something. (i have never read the dark knight returns, just to be clear, i am just aware of it 😭)

- tyler has a MAJOR sweet tooth. i am a firm believer that he only chews fruit flavoured gum, would be a big fan of candy and this is random but i feel like he would use bubblegum flavoured toothpaste 😭 he would use the excuse that it’s cheaper and “it has the same chemicals and shit as the adult one” but in reality he just likes the taste.

- he is definitely some type of neurodivergent (i’m leaning towards adhd and high functioning autism?)

- tyler HATES when the narrator has to go on work trips. i literally can not stress enough how much he wants to crawl out of his skin when the narrator has to leave him. he tries to not show how much it bothers him but the narrator can tell something is up. so i like to imagine one day is like “tyler i have to fly out tomorrow, i should be back on friday morning :(“ and tyler is just not looking at him like “yeah okay cool, whatever” then is just kind of being cold and distant with the narrator untill he leaves for his flight. the narrator would be all up in his head thinking about why tyler was being so weird, he’s sat in his seat on the airplane and tyler just shows up like “hey, you’re hot, mind if i sit down?” and the narrator is just like “TYLER 🤯🤯🤯”

- tyler likes to cook, he is horrible at it, but he likes doing it anyway. he likes cooking for other people more than himself and will give himself the food that is a bit burnt or more shitty looking then give the pretty one to the narrator

[ykwrites]

Purple- Bokuto x reader

Pairing: Bokuto x fem!reader

Warnings: IMPLIED NSFW, BUT NOT REALLY DESCRIPTIVE.

Rating: SFW ISH

Summary: Bokuto and y/n are both adults in this, Bokuto still hangs out with some old friends to play volleyball sometimes.

NOTE: Finally the last day of the four days of bokuto event is here, after like a month jksdnfjksndfjnejfn, sorry bbys. Also did not proofread and this is kinda short but here u go I hope you enjoy regardless.

MASTERLIST

Bokuto crossed his arms, pouting and letting out a loud huff. He was tired of this conversation.

“I’m telling you, either stop seeing that girl or shoot your shot and tell her you want a relationship”Akaashi said for the third time that day, desperation was loud and clear in his tone.

If Bokuto knew this conversation was going to happen again, he wouldn’t have asked his friends to hang out after practice.

“We agreed on a casual thing, and I’m okay”Bokuto stood his ground, trying to sound convincing.

“No you are not, friends with benefits is not your thing”his friend nagged.

Bokuto decided not to respond, he already made up his mind, you were not a fan of serious relationships and stated that having a boyfriend was not your thing… and even though he was completely in love, he very much preferred to be with you casually than not be with you at all.

The two of you met properly about two months ago at a party and had been hooking up since then. That first night, Bokuto got brave and decided to pretend he was some super cool dude that didn’t mind one night stands and flirted with everyone easily when in reality he was shy and a hopeless romantic.

Before the party, you knew of each other briefly since you managed Karasuno’s team for a little while in highschool and in your eyes Bokuto was just another player from an opposite team, in his eyes he developed a huge crush on you from the distance, never brave enough to ask you out.

“What’s not his thing?”Kuroo spoke sitting next to Akaashi, bursting Bokuto’s bubble.

Tsukishima followed shortly after, completely unbothered as always but also ready to hear this conversation.

“Having a friend with benefits”Akaashi explained.

“Right, so I guess we are talking about y/n again?”

Tsukishima’s gaze perked up, looking directly at Kuroo in disbelief and fixing his glasses.

What was that reaction? What did you have to do with Tsukishima of all people?

“Yeah” Akaashi nodded.

“You mean my best friend? That y/n?”

Bokuto held in a scream, what? You never mentioned being best friend’s with Tsukishima, just that you obviously went to highschool with him.

“You have another best friend apart from Yamaguchi?” Kuroo asked, holding in a laugh.

The blonde ignored him and frowned, turning to look at Bokuto.

“So you are seeing her?”

“Yeah, I mean… it’s a casual thing”

His voice comes out anxious and doubtful, not sure of how his friend will react.

“And you like her or something? I mean really like her”

“Maybe?”Bokuto responded in a low whisper.

“Well”Tsukishima surprisingly relaxed, seems like he just wanted to find out what was happening “Good luck, buddy”

Tsukishima´s tone, sarcastic but empathetic at the same time, scared Bokuto more than he already was.

“What do you mean?”Akaashi interrupted, too curious to let anyone else ask.

“As Bokuto probably knows, y/n doesn’t want a serious relationship, not now, not ever”

He did know, and it still hurt to hear.

“So… she’s your best friend and you are also friends with us but you didn’t know she was fucking Bokuto?”

“Kuroo! Don’t be so bold”Akaashi hit his friend’s head.

“She doesn’t tell me who she’s seeing, It´s none of my business”Tsuki shrugged it off.

This moment replayed in Bokuto´s head for a few days like an unpleasant flashback that didn´t let him sleep.

Four days of continously doubting himself to be exact.

Four days he used to put distance between the two of you, trying to somehow prove to himself that he didn´t need to see you that much and if he was able to ignore you maybe it would hurt him less.

Tsukishima´s ''Good luck, buddy'' turned everything worse, because, what was he supposed to do? he didn´t want to force anything on you, and respecting your wishes of staying casual was important.

On the other hand, this ate him alive, there were risks he needed to take in order to fix how he was feeling. Either he told you and risked losing you (most likely) or continued this and fell more in love with someone who didn´t want him back.

He even stopped responding to your texts and ended up a bit upset at your lack of insistence. He so badly wanted your attention, just a crumb, his distancing experiment was destined to fail.

The fifth day of overthinking, Bokuto went on a walk around his neighbourhood, fresh air might help.

It was a tuesday around 8pm, so the streets were mostly quiet and empty, only a couple kids passed by him, running to get home.

Half an hour into his walk, he stopped on the grass right beside the river and sat to look at the water running down. The noise calmed his nerves and his brain finally felt at ease for the first time in weeks.

Maybe he just needed to let things flow, go their way and end when they had to end. Regardless of how things ended with you, he could simply be thankful for the fun times you spent together.

All this zen and calm crumbled into tiny pieces as soon as he heard a familiar voice echoing in the distance.

You, across the river, with a pastel purple skirt and a dark purple top, waving cutely at him.

He could swear your smile lit up everything around and his heart ran a whole marathon in the few moments it took you to cross the bridge and sit next to him.

“Bo!”you greeted, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Bokuto smiled instantly, enamoured by your presence and sweet scent flooding his senses.

“What are you doing out at this time?”he asked genuinely curious.

“I could ask the same thing”a faint laugh scaped your lips as your thumb caressed his shoulder.

Your smile faded a bit, it was different, it felt different. He was used to a playful side of you, flirty, and now your face showed concern.

“Are you okay?”your tone was also softer, caring in a way.

“Me?”

He didn’t want to be honest, so lying was his best bet.

“I’m okay, why?”he faked confusion.

“You have been distant, I mean” you started explaining, removing the hand on his shoulder “It’s okay if you don’t want to hang out, really, it is, but I don’t know why I got worried when Tsukishima told me you weren’t responding to his messages either”

You… asked for him? Bokuto´s cheeks lit up with a red tint, you asked AND got worried.

“Don’t worry! I’m doing fine, I´ve been busy”he shrugged, turning to look away so you wouldn´t notice him blushing.

''I´m glad you are okay''he heard you laugh faintly ''busy with work or something?''

''Busy in general''

''Well, now that I know you are doing ok'' you stood up, shaking off any dirt caught on your skirt from sitting on the grass '' I´ll get going''

The urge to keep talking to you, made Bokuto stand up quickly before you could even start walking away, face still red.

''Wait!''he said, his voice a little louder than he intended.

You jumped back at how eager his actions were, but waited for him to continue talking.

''How have you been?''

''I´ve been fine, met with friends a few times...went to work as usual''

''Good''

''It was a boring week tho, now that I´m used to seeing you all the time, it felt weird not to do so''you explained ''but it´s okay''

He could swear his heart jumped out of his chest and landed three streets away with how excited he got hearing you say that.

''So you missed me?''he managed to joke in a very bad attempt at being smug, nervous as hell.

''Yeah, I admit it''you responded with a playful smile.

He felt his whole body tingle, his idea of distancing himself from you already long gone.

Suddenly, a strong pinch of bravery made him respond in a calmer, flirtier tone.

''Well, do you want to hang out now?''

''Sure, but my roommates are home…so maybe we should go to your house?”

His heart ached, how could he think that you were interested in something other than sex?

“I was thinking about dinner, you know, like at a restaurant or something…”

After daring to say that, he looked down expecting your negative response. Probably a “I’m not in the mood for that, but you can call me if you want to hook up another time” or “no thank you”

“Sounds perfect, I’m actually starving”

“It’s okay, we can meet up another day”

“What? You don’t want to go to dinner now?” You arched a brow, confused.

“I do want to go!” He almost tripped over his on words, face red “I’m sorry, I zoned out”

Instead of responding, you audibly laughed and stood on your tippy toes, patting his head in a sweet attept to calm him down.

For a second, he froze, a dumb wide smile on his face, enjoying the attention.

Minutes later you walked together to a nearby restaurant, old and run down but more than enough to just spend some time together.

Bokuto barely noticed the waiter asking what you wanted, too busy looking at you while you told him a random story about a rude costumer you encountered that week.

His eyes fixed on a small, brown mole on your shoulder, right at the edge of the purple top and instantly his face felt really hot. It was one of his favorite places to leave kisses, like a delicious checkpoint that led to having you in his arms.

He started to realize the only times he had some kind of effect on you, were in bed. There he felt free to kiss, caress and have as much fun with you as he wanted, because you let him have a piece of the intimacy he so badly needed.

You were a good lover, the best he ever had. However, your encounters were bittersweet, fun and fullfilling when having sex but cold and empty right after. From the very beginning, he wanted to do things like cuddle, sleep together, watch a movie, lay on your chest or between your legs just to relax... basically date.

''Bo, our food is here''you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

He shook his head and looked at the table, embarrassed because he was so distracted daydreaming that he didn´t thank the waiter or paid attention to you.

''Come on, try this''holding a piece of meat with wooden chopsticks, you got closer and gestured for him to open his mouth.

Bokuto complied, thinking this felt like a fever dream when delicious food filled his tastebuds and you smiled happily at his reaction.

Was this really happening?

“How is it?”

“Good”he responded, smiling with his mouth still full.

Your laugh came like a beautiful melody.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Onigiri”

“Really?” you asked, your voice raising from excitement “Mine too!”

“We should go eat that next time!”

“Sure! One of my friends has an onigiri restaurant, we can go there”

“Cool”

Bokuto didn’t really know how to express himself further, too afraid to scare you away or to somehow break this bubble he was floating in. He was actually having a conversation with you, a normal one.

“You might know him from highschool, his name is Osamu”

“Miya?!”

“Yeah”

“I remember he played volleyball with his brother”

“He did” you nodded, eating calmly while listening.

“Osamu was the blond one?”

“No, the other one”

“Oh! Now I remember”

“The blond one is Atsumu, but I don’t see him much, we tend to avoid each other”

“Why?, I remember him being very outgoing and nice”

“I guess he is”you laughed “but we dated for a while so it’s uncomfortable”

“I get it”

He did get it, and at the same time it hurt knowing you had dated other people but made it clear you only wanted a casual thing with him.

Was he not as good as Atsumu?

“Tsukishima hates him”

“I can’t believe we were both close friends with Tsukishima and never talked about it”he changed the subject quick.

“I knew the whole time that you were friends with him still, because he tells me everything, but we have to admit that we have not talked much in general” you explain, stopping to take a sip of soda and leaning slightly to continue in a lower tone “unless you count moaning as talking, then I guess we know each other’s life to a tea”

Upon hearing what you said, he coughed, choked up.

This part of you he knew, flirty and incredibly bold.

“I guess that would be true”he awkwardly laughed, leaving a painful silence stand between you.

Bokuto thought you couldn’t tell how much something bothered him, and he was so so wrong.

How could you not tell when he completely abandoned his usual bickering and playful game with you?

Your expression changed drastically as soon as you noticed his demeanor, and concern replaced the smile on your lips.

“Okay, tell me what’s wrong”

It sounded like a death sentence, so serious it sent shivers down his neck. He dared to look back at you and froze when he saw you frown, arms crossed while waiting for a response.

How could things shift in mere seconds?

“Nothing”gulping, he lied.

“Bokuto Kotaro, please”

His full name? Shit.

“I just have my mind on other things” again, lies.

“I am worried about you, I know something is wrong”

“What? No, not at all!”

“Okay, I won’t make you tell me if you don’t want to”

Bokuto stopped to analyze this stupid situation, he could tell it bothered you and wanted to fix it.

Somehow the idea of you being upset was unbearable for him, so without thinking much, he spoke.

''I don´t think you want to know''

''Bo'' you reached to hold his hand on the table, carefully caressing his skin with your thumb ''Of course I want to know, I care about you''

You did? he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn´t dreaming.

''Well'' Bokuto started, avoiding your eyes ''This...situation we have is killing me''

The warmth of your hand slowly disappeared and he felt his heart start to shatter, ready for you end things or plainly leave.

With the restaurant now almost empty, every breath, little noise or mere whisper was way more prominent, but he couldn´t dare to elaborate further. The simple sentence he used already destroyed every glimpse of hope.

''Oh''your voice sounded small, miniscule ''I... I am sorry, I thought since you said it, you wanted to have dinner with me, but maybe I misunderstood''

''What?''Bokuto looked up in an instant, not really understanding.

You had your arms crossed, tugging the edge of your shirt in a tight fist, eyes sad and slightly watery fixed on the floor.

If he thought his heart was broken before, now it burned to ashes. The girl he was in love with fought not to cry in front of him, and he would do absolutely anything to fix it.

''I get it'' you started to explain, nervously biting your lip ''We usually meet up to hook up, so I get it''

''Wait, what are you saying?''

''This is so embarrassing''a bitter smile appeared on your face, and you wiped a stray tear running down ''I don´t know why I thought this was a date, maybe it´s because I´ve been to emotional lately. But I know things between us are casual and I won´t pressure you into anything else, don´t worry'' you stood up quickly ''I better go home, I´m sorry if I made you uncomfortable''

Before you could leave, Bokuto´s body moved faster than his brain and he reached to hold your wrist in the blink of an eye.

''Don´t leave''he said, too loud to be indoors ''I´ve been wanting to go on a proper date with you for the longest time''

His heart was about to burst out of his chest as you turned around to look at him.

''Why didn´t you tell me?''

''Because I thought you wouldn´t want to''

''I didn´t at first, then you... I don´t know, you started existing around me''

''Existing around you?''

''Yeah, you started giving me hugs out of the blue, kissing my nose after sex, bringing food when you knew I was too busy, being attractive and cute for no fucking reason... all that''

''I...what?''

He probably looked dumb, frozen in place while trying to reminisce every instance where he did all that and not quite absorbing your words saying he was attractive and cute for no ''fucking'' reason.

''See? even now!''you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world ''You are acting cute and innocent, like you can´t believe me!''

''But I thought you didn´t want a relationship''

''Well, now I do and It´s your fault''

''You do?''

''I´m embarrassing myself crying and confessing in the middle of a random restaurant, I think you can tell''sarcasm flooded your voice.

''Okay, let me think'' he stopped dramatically and took out his wallet, leaving enough money on the table to pay for everything ''Let´s leave''

''I wanted to pay for myself!''you laughed, getting dragged out of the restaurant.

''Shhh, I'm excited, don´t burst my bubble''

Euphoric, Bokuto continued walking forward, tugging on your arm and hearing your laughter follow.

He actually wasn´t sure where he was going, he just wanted to kiss you so hard it hurt.

And so he did. Without a warning, in the middle of the street, your chests almost crashed from the sudden action, lips melting together with such love and sweetness that none of you cared if someone saw.

''Do you want to come over?''he asked on a whim, getting a good look at your beautifully flustered face ''I don´t mean for sex, I just want to hold you and do couple things''

''So we are dating?''you smiled, teasing him.

''If you want to, of course''

''I want to''

Your lips where on his again, arms linked behind his neck in a hungry attemt to pull him closer. Bokuto was on cloud nine, feeling his blood run hotter by the second and pouting when you broke the kiss.

''You know...''you whispered directly on his ear, a hand placed strategically on the other side of his neck ''Having sex is also something that couples do, so, if you are up for it later....we can do that too''

''I didn´t know my girlfriend could be so desperate''he responded in a low, deep voice.

''You would be too if you had a boyfriend like mine''

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Egotober 2023 Day 1: I Just Want to Help

Summary: Silver wouldn’t go as far to say that he has a “biggest fan” just that he has someone who sees him as a “biggest inspiration”. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, however Silver is a superhero with two dangerous supervillain enemies who run a massive criminal organization.

Prompt: Cape

A/N: Been a while, dealing with some serious writer’s block brain rot. Hoped to return early but didn’t happen. So I’m dropping off some Egotober stuff and hopefully some other stuff but I make no promises. This Egotober I’m going with an additional theme that was highlighted in: Six Ate Seven. So for some people it’s been a while but this works in that former reality. Where Patton is still a Lost One and deals with those characters. This is in the timeframe where they’re all still kids (teenagers to be exact). So you might see teen Ethan running around too.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Over the city streets of Egoton, Silver was keeping a watch on the town.

While he was conducting a sky patrol he heard someone calling out to him on the top of a fire escape.

“Hey, Silver!”

Silver looked over and saw the rather common sight of what looked like a kid wearing a mask. They were maybe a teenager in bright blues, a sweater and a pair of jeans, and a black domino mask that looked like it’d been brought at Spirit Halloween. A bright blue cape on and a shock of dyed blue hair.

A kid looking like a superhero was common. He and the rest of the Coalition saw it all the time. What was uncommon was one standing on top of the fire escape.

“H-Hello?” Silver said, coming to a stop to float mid air.

“I’m here to help,” he had a huge smile on his face as he half jumped up on the top of the rail and balanced on it.

“I don’t think the Coalition can legally add minors,” Silver tried to say. He didn’t wanna just crush this kid’s dreams right out the gate. Maybe in ten years they could set something up, but not now.

“No, I can fight bad guys, I can do this,” he said with a huge smile.

Silver floated over closer.

“Come on, kid,” Silver said. “This stuff is really dangerous. You can’t just be running around in a domino mask and a sweater. Wilford shots people on a whim. Dark flays people apart with his shadow aura.”

“And I have powers,” the young man said. “I can do this and I’ll do it with or without you.”

“You’re like what? Ten?” Silver asked.

“I am fourteen,” the young man boasted. “I’m a man.”

“Oh yeah, fourteen, that’s so much better,” Silver said. “You know what I was doing when I was fourteen? Playing video games and being too chickenshit to talk to girls. That’s what I was doing.”

“Yeah, because you were wasting your powers, I have them and I’m going to use them,” Ethan said.

And then he ran off and Silver’s heart was beating a little too fast. This kid was going to be the death of him. Either this kid was going to kill himself, or Mark was going to do it for him.

Silver tried to catch up with him but the kid had disappeared. Which was probably the most terrifying thing. He had to get this kid home safe and he couldn’t find him.

Silver hit his communicator. “SAM, we got a teenager running around trying to fight villains.”

“Seems like a you problem, Silver,” an automated voice said.

“No, no it’s us problem, you ass. He can turn invisible.” Silver began flying around.

Silver wished this had happened last week when Marvin had been in town. They had absolutely no one in the Egoton branch who could follow aura trails. Maybe he could get Marvin over stateside for a while, or they could find someone who could see aura trails. He’d take anything at this point.

While he was flying around, starting with the fire escape and radiating out from there. He called his entire team out to track down one fourteen-year-old kid.

“APB, we have a fourteen-year-old punk running around and trying to be a superhero. I need help finding him before Wilford kills him. He turns invisible.”

“I hear you,” Wade said, he sounded like he was in the middle of a crowd or his mic was broken again. “Why are you chasing a child?”

“In-vis-ible, invisible, dipshit,” Silver said. “Is there some toy or tool that the Septics left last week that we can use?”

“I think I have something,” Bob said. “Marvin was testing some weird shit out when he and Average were in town.”

Silver began a mad chase through the city, which unfortunately eventually led him to the Warehouses. The superhero hoped desperately that the kid wouldn’t be here. He could be in and out and that he’d just gone home.

Silver tried being stealthy, and for a second he caught sight of the teenager he’d been chasing. And Silver’s heart sank as he started following him.

In front of one of the warehouses in the cluster was Wilford.

Silver’s literal worst case scenario.

There was someone, maybe a teenager, with him in a tweed suit. With a matching dark green hat on his head. They seemed to be talking about something, Wilford talking with his hands rather animatedly.

Then Wilford’s eyes were tracking something and Silver’s heart managed to beat even faster.

“Oh, ho,” Wilford smiled as he reached out and grabbed something. “What have we here?”

A few things happened at once. One was the teenage hero turned visible again as he fought for air against the grip on his throat. Silver flew closer, trying to get to them before Wilford shot the teenager. And then there was the far more worrying thing to happen: Dark showed up.

The kid in tweed was pulled through a portal, worrying Silver, and Dark emerged in their place. Oozing purple, blue, and a little bit of red aura, dripping off of him like toxic waste.

His eyes met Silver’s mask and he looked braced to attack.

Then his eyes tracked over to the kid. “Wilford, what are you doing?”

“Little tyke has a neat party trick, I only plucked him out of thin air,” Wilford smiled.

“Hmm, release him,” Dark said and to Silver’s amazement the madman did so.

“No fun, Darky,” Wilford frowned.

The teenager began backpedaling towards Silver, who was all too happy to push him behind him but kept a hold of his arm.

“Who’s your friend, Shepherd?” Dark’s head tilted.

“Not my friend, I’ll be escorting him back home,” Silver said.

Dark’s eyes moved between Silver and the teen behind him. His head tilted and he looked a little smug. “Is that yours, Silver?”

“No, I’d have to have been ten, if he was mine,” Silver said.

“Interesting, I would have thought you were older, but now that I think about it, you do sound twenty-four,” Dark smiled at him.

“Nope,” Silver tried to sound casual. “Not that young, I’ll take him, and we’ll be out. Forget you saw either of us. Just go back to doing illegal shit.”

“Oh, we will,” Dark smiled at him. “Now run off. And take your little child with you.”

Silver did just that, dragging the young man along but keeping an eye on Dark and Wilford.

Bob and Wade were waiting for them in costume.

“Gatling, Drowned,” Silver greeted stiffly and lifted the young man’s arm up.

Within seconds a bubble enclosed around the young man.

“Hey!” He shouted.

Bob was looking at the teenager beating his fists against the bubble.

“So this is your little Syndrome, huh?” Bob said.

“If this kid turns into a supervillain, I think you deserve it,” Wade smiled at him.

“I’m going to be a superhero and you can’t stop me,” Ethan said. “I don’t need you three to do it.”

“I don’t know, Silv, I like this kid’s moxie,” Wade said. “Maybe we can keep him around.”

The young man smiled at Wade.

“Absolutely not,” Mark said, flying up with a careful but firm grip.

He signaled and Bob made a handle grow out of the top of the bubble. Silver grabbed it and began flying off. “C’mon, before Dark follows us back to the kid’s place.” 

“Not a kid!” The young man shouted.

“You’re four-fucking-teen,” Silver shouted. Which reminded Silver. Dark had seemed to know that. But . . . That sounded off.

How did Dark know what a fourteen-year-old even looked like? As opposed to a thirteen-year-old or a ten-year-old. Dark hated kids, always looked at them with some kind of disgust.

It took some time to get both the kid’s name and his address from him. Mostly under threat of demasking and scanning his face and start calling up different schools to figure out who he was.

They arrived in front of a house in some suburban neighborhood. Not the biggest house, but no one could compete with Dark’s Hilltop Manor.

Silver knocked on the door as he popped the bubble barrier and grabbed Ethan Nestor by the arm.

“I just want to help,” Ethan glared at him. Still in his mask and costume.

“We can talk when you���re eighteen,” Silver said. “This isn’t a game. Just because I can get thrown against the wall and keep on ticking doesn’t mean everyone should be doing it.

Ethan was about to respond when the door opened and a worried looking woman opened the door.

“There you are,” she said.

Silver held up Ethan’s arm. “Ma’am, I believe this is yours.”

Ethan pulled his arm away. “I’m not going to stop.”

“You should,” Silver said. “If this was anything else I’d say follow your dreams, but Wilford is a madman and a murderer, and so is Dark.”

Ethan took off his mask and stormed inside.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Just try and talk some sense into him,” Silver said. “Have a good night, ma’am.”

She said goodbye and the door was closed and Silver flew off, going back to scanning the city and hoping he wouldn’t run into Ethan again.

He was wrong of course. He’d see Ethan several times over the next couple of weeks, and then more often over the next couple of years.

In the Manor, however, Dark was chewing Wilford out.

“What was that?” Dark held Wilford against the wall, his arm barred across his chest.

Wilford smiled at him.

“No,” Dark cut him off. “You had Illinois with you, within sight of the heroes.”

“It wasn’t that bad, Darky,” Wilford said.

“Only because I was watching,” Dark said.

“At best, I’m one of your enforcers,” Illinois said.

“Don’t, or I’ll just let Arthur and Kay be enforcers and you can stay behind.” Dark gave him a look and turned back to Wilford.

“J.J is the single biggest threat the heroes have against us, and I need that time traveling bastard to stay in England dealing with Anti and not in our city.”

“Jay is fun, Darkling, come on,” Wilford smiled.

“No, and that’s final, if I see J.J in town anytime soon, you will regret it,” Dark said.

Then he let Wilford go and steered Illinois back to the living room where the rest of the Lost Ones were playing games. 

Both Ethan and Illinois returned safely home.

[apollos-boyfriend]

tbh the poor little baby crumb stuff seems like a natural end result of her persona? like yeah I’m sure it’s an act she’s putting on because making money from streaming relies on appealing to maladjusted people, but I don’t think you can blame people for buying it. when she’s talking about needing her hand held and needing to be escorted and getting lost and crying of course people are going to think she’s especially fragile.

i debated even answering this, because you clearly just want attention, but if you’re going to work at the circus you bet your ass i’m gonna treat you like the clown you are. if you send me another ask on this topic i will be blocking you, because you’re a horrible person and desperately need to learn empathy for others. i’m taking this as an opportunity to break down and clarify things in case anyone thinks even slightly like you, and possibly change their mind.

crumb’s persona has never been about being seen as a “poor little baby”. crumb’s persona has, mainly, been about positivity with a side of horror. and i’m talking about both its animations and its actual persona it shows to viewers. his animations speak for themselves, but personality-wise, he’s anything but weak and baby-like. you’ve just got your own issues with assuming every adult has to be pessimistic and that optimism is inherently childish. crumb being a cheerful person that preaches self-love and compassion isn’t baby-like. it’s what everyone should be, and i’d love for you to maybe take a page out of her book for once.

“when she’s talking about needing her hand held and needing to be escorted” crumb, when wearing his box, is essentially blind. all she can see is straight in front of her, no peripheral vision, no vision between her eyes. if crumb walked around alone, without holding someone’s hand, he would be a danger to everyone around him, including himself. not to mention there’s NOTHING wrong or childish about wanting to hold someone’s hand. just because someone likes/needs to hold hands with someone else doesn’t give you the excuse to treat them like a toddler. affection isn’t a childish thing. also, might i add, crumb is 17. their mom is extremely strict, and i doubt she would be letting them walk around without an adult to escort them. which is a COMPLETELY rational and understandable decision.

“getting lost” im sorry it got lost in a huge expo center it had never been to before??? something that only happened ONCE, might i add.

“crying” crumb was, essentially, stalked and harassed for three days straight. their boundaries were not just broken once, but continuously. they had no place to go to get away from the rabid fans, as said fans had found their fucking hotel and called them out for it when they were without their box. during her third day, she was forced to either skip out entirely and not be with her friends, or risk having her face revealed to hundreds of thousands of people because twitchcon did not allow her back in with her mask. it was misgendered by twitchcon staff, had its art stolen and sold, and overall suffered a weekend in hell. are you actually blaming them for breaking down and crying over things that would make grown adults lose it? are you this disconnected from reality?

crumb showing human emotions doesn’t give people the excuse to treat her like a toddler who’s never heard the word “fuck” before. it’s disgusting that you’d call a real person being vulnerable and open enough to disclose their struggles “acting like a baby”, when in reality, they’re emotionally and mentally stronger than you’ll ever be.

[forever-rogue]

Huge fan of yours, your writing is amazing, it has the power to create little snippets of reality from a classy and sweet point of view.

Could you please write about the first encounter between Dieter Bravo/Reader in which reader is a young stylist at the beginning of her career who has always harboured a crush for him ever since she was a young teen? At the same time, Bravo would be captivated by her outrageous creations. Lately I have been rewatching the bubble and cruella and I made a strange dream about these two movies, I would love to see two creative minds interact and fall in love!

Thank you for your time!

AN | I like to think Dieter is actually a big old sweet softie underneath it all 🥰

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language 

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main, PP Characters

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You’d been warned about starting a career in Hollywood, even if it was only the behind-the-scenes world. But that hadn’t stopped you. You were warned even more about working on any project with Dieter Bravo. But that hadn’t stopped you either. Because not only was he working on this film, it would also be an amazing opportunity. You were still young, still making a name for yourself, and you’d have been a fool to turn it down. Besides, you were sure that you’d be left alone more than anything, and even though you’d had a crush on Dieter since you were a teenager, you were sure you’d be able to check any feelings in check. You probably wouldn’t even meet him. 

But…your initial belief had turned out to be very wrong. 

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It was an early morning about halfway through the movie shoot when you stumbled into your trailer. You felt like you were still half asleep - at least you had coffee - and almost didn’t notice that someone else was in your space. You had just set everything down when you heard some ruffling towards the back. 

“Hello?” you asked softly as you reached for and grabbed the first thing you found on the counter. Which, upon later inspection, you realized was a hairbrush. You walked towards the noise, poised to defend yourself, when you heard the ruffling again, “who’s there?”

“Just me,” and to your shock out popped Dieter’s head, causing you to yelp and jump back. His face stretched into a big, dopey grin as he stepped out from in between the clothing racks. You still had your silly little hairbrush raised, trying to process the fact that Dieter Bravo was in your trailer, right in front of you, “were you planning on assaulting me with a hairbrush?”

“What?” you followed his line of sight to your raised hand and quickly dropped it, “n-no. I just heard noise and thought someone had broken in. No one ever really comes in here, so I…panicked?”

“Well,” he stepped closer and it became hard not to look at him with heart eyes. His hair was wild, but almost purposely so and suited him perfectly and he still managed to look handsome, despite being only in a t-shirt and pair of jeans. He was even prettier up close in real life than all the pictures and movies you’d seen would have suggested. You were so busy trying not to gawk at him, you didn’t notice the way he did the same to you, “I don’t know whether or not I should be flattered, sweetheart.”

“Mr. Bravo-”

“Dieter,” he insisted as he held out his hand for you to shake. You looked at it nervously before slipping your hand into his, letting his much larger hand envelope yours, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yeah,” you squeaked out, trying to keep it together. His eyes were keenly observing yours. He wasn’t privy to the fact that you were internally struggling to not completely freak out. You were standing here, in front of the man you’d had a crush on since you’d known what crushes were, “you too.”

“I haven’t seen you before, have I?” he was trying to place but couldn’t quite do it. You shook your head, your face flushed with warmth.

“N-no,” you stammered, “I’m, umm, still pretty new. This is my first really big gig. So, I’m just happy to be here!”

“Judging by the looks of it, it seems like you’ve been doing this a long time,” his praise set butterflies fluttering around in your tummy, “I haven’t seen work this good in a long time. You really know what you’re doing, kid.”

“Thank you,” you looked at him with wide eyes and his smile grew even bigger, “that means a lot. I just - I want to do a good job and hopefully continue getting work.”

“Oh,” he reached over and put a hand on your face, gently stroking your cheek, “I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that. Might have to ask to bring you along to all of the movies I do from now on. I like what I see.”

“Wow,” your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribcage, “I…ugh, thank you. “

“Anytime,” he shot you a cheeky wink, “I should get going - duty calls. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“See you around,” you murmured as watched him go. You were left speechless, mind reeling at the fact that not only had you just met Dieter Bravo, he complimented your work, and unless you were crazy you were positive he’d been flirting with you. But he was probably like that with everyone, so you weren’t going to fixate on that. But still! You’d just met Dieter Bravo. That was enough to leave you giddy with happiness.

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You ran into Dieter more and more often over the next couple of weeks. It seemed like whenever there was an opportunity for him to be there, he took it. You would never have said anything to him, but you were pretty there was no need for him to pop up in half the places you were at.

And he was so…kind and sweet in your encounters with you. You were aware of the reputation he had; you were a lot of things, but you weren’t stupid. You weren’t dumb enough to think that he’d completely changed since he’d met you, but whatever it was, he was always kind and respectful and never once had made you feel uncomfortable. 

Plus, you’d be a damned dirty liar if you said you didn’t like his flirtatious ways. In some ways it was like living out your teenage dreams; there were many nights when you’d fallen asleep to dreams of him. But you didn’t think anything would happen after the shooting of the film. Maybe if nothing else, you’d be able to use Dieter as a reference or whatever on a future project. It worked out in different ways and there was no harm in enjoying some flirting…right?

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“Good morning Dieter,” you hadn’t even bothered to turn around as you fixed your morning, well aware that it was him. The footsteps paused and you heard him chuckle softly. He was next to you in a moment, making up a cup of the mediocre coffee for himself. You could feel him watching you, and your face warmed up under his gaze.

“How’d you know it was me?” he asked softly as you turned to him with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“You have a very distinct gait,” you shrugged, taking a sip of the bitter liquid, “and you seem to pop up wherever I am…a lot. Didn’t know we had so many of the same responsibilities, Bravo.”

“I am a man of many talents,” he replied lamely, and you could swear that a pretty flush of crimson crept into his cheeks, “many places to go and be.”

“Hmm,” you nodded, “I’m sure you do.”

“Or maybe I like getting to see you,” his bold and unabashed statement almost caused you to choke on your coffee. You cleared your throat before looking back at him with wide eyes, “what? Is that so surprising, sweetheart?”

“Umm, no?” your answer came out in the firm of a question that caused him to laugh softly, “I just…I’m just umm…I guess I am surprised.”

“Why?” he was leaning against the table coolly, while you were internally freaking out. He had to know the effect he had on you. You were no actor after all, hence the behind the camera work, and you were sure that every emotion was written all over your face.

“You’re Dieter Bravo,” you gestured to him, as if he had no clue who he was, “and I’m just…me. Just the help basically, and you’re the star. I don’t even know why you like talking to me honestly.”

“You are more than the help,” he put his hand on your shoulder and turned you to look at him, “without you, and all the other people behind the scenes, we wouldn’t have any films or anything. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded shyly, “I guess.”

“And I also just happen to enjoy talking to you,” he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?”

Dieter Bravo liked talking to you? This had to be some sort of wild fever dream. In no conceivable universe should this conversation be happening. Maybe you’d slipped and hit your head and were now dreaming? 

“Because you’re kind, funny, smart,” he held up his fingers as he ticked off just a few things off the mental list he had created. His voice dropped ever so slightly, “on top of that…you’re very pretty.”

“No way,” now you were positive that this wasn’t real. So, if you were in the midst of your little fantasy world, you might as well get it all out there and have some fun with it, “you know, I’ve been in love with you for like the last ten years. You’ve been my favorite celebrity for so long, and I’ve always thought you were so dreamy. I always hoped that we would get to work together one day.”

“Wow,” he was beaming, his smile stretching from ear to ear, “I never would have guessed. Honestly, that’s super…flattering. I’m just gonna go out a limb and say that if the roles were reversed you would absolutely have been my crush too.”

You felt his arm brushing against yours and you couldn’t help but jump ever so slightly at the touch. Wait a moment…you couldn’t feel touch in dreams or fantasies…could you? Fuck. Maybe…this was reality. You moved your hand closer to his, allowing your pinky to brush against his. 

“Dieter?”

“Hmmm?” 

“This isn’t a dream, is it?” your voice came out in a high pitched whisper as he snorted in amusement before shaking his head, “so this is real.”

“Very.”

“And I’ve just confessed my darkest secret to you,” your hands flew to your mouth in surprise and annoyance, “and made a fool out of myself.”

“I wouldn’t say you’ve made a fool out of yourself,” he insisted teasingly, “but it is a little funny. Not in a bad way, just in a you’re cute way.”

“I wish I could crawl into a hole and wither away and that you’d forget this moment,” you groaned heavily, “maybe we could pretend this moment never happened?”

“I have a better idea,” he suggested and you looked at him with a sheepish grin. 

“And that would be?”

“You letting me kiss you,” there was a bit of that cheekiness that you’d grown to love coming through. Your heart was beating rapidly and your knees suddenly felt like jelly. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “and you know, maybe you let me take you on a date later.”

“Okay,” even if somehow this turned out to be a dream, you were going to let it play out as it was going to go, “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

And then, in a most gentle and tender way, he kissed you. When he pulled back and you didn’t wake up and found him smiling back at you, you realized - this was real.

“Can you, ugh, do that again, Dieter?”

“What? Kiss you?” he asked as you nodded eagerly, “absolutely, sweetheart. Absolutely.”

[ithoughticouldwrite]

Wednesday Related Rambles at 1am/2am with spoilers!

I’m going to die on the hill that Larissa wanted Gomez, sure, but she also wanted Morticia and was just heavily in denial about it. I won’t be convinced that she wasn’t attracted to both of them and only pursued Gomez due to societal pressures and expectations of the time. To be an outcast to outcasts would suck ass.

And then also I don’t think she’s dramatic for not being over either of them as an adult. Wednesday’s being at Nevermore likely dug up feelings she never fully got to process, as she seems like the type to throw herself into her work/ professional career rather than process her emotions, so she’s forced to acknowledge them now. She doesn’t hate Morticia or Gomez, but is upset that the future she wanted with them, or either of them depending on how you view things, didn’t happen. It’s all a kind of “Well I guess I wasn’t coping with that as well as I thought I was” situation with her in my opinion.

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And I think the love triangle is simultaneously good writing and the worst part of the entire fucking show, although I must state I have only watched the show once so far.

It forces Wednesday to acknowledge romantic feelings are a thing within her reality, her personal reality not just that of the world. She understands the sting of betrayal later before she’s totally and 100% ctrl-alt-deleted from the world.

It also allows Wednesday to get close to both Tyler and Xavier.

However where it bothers me is both boys reactions to Wednesday not actually liking them back are along the lines of them being angry. Wednesday didn’t even show any interest in them from what I can tell.

But at the same time it makes sense because of some nice guy logic. It also makes Tyler get over his feelings for Wednesday, which imo were at least partially real, so especially after the torture he feels perfectly fine with doing what he did in ep8.

For Xavier it allows Wednesday to get close enough to get him arrested….although just friendship would’ve worked here too.

I hc Wednesday as ace but demiromantic, maybe demisexual, however aroace Wednesday has a special place within my heart. I’m just, demi, so, yeah.

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Ppl getting mad at autistic/adhd folk like myself for headcanoning Wednesday as such but like, still love her for being “quirky”. Quirky is only cool when it’s on tv ig… Maybe it’s because they can’t bully someone into being ‘normal’ /hj.

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Not a huge fan of Wenclaire cause I like Enid and Ajax, however, cute ass ship with cute ass art. Y’all keep doing you and I hope it makes you happy.

HOWEVER Wednesday x Larissa? Deep. Sigh. Larissa is old enough to be her mom, and Wednesday is 16, a minor. Not elaborating. I shouldn’t need to.

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Bianca deserved the humbling’s she got, hell, she needed them.

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It’d have been interesting if Tyler wasn’t awoken by Laurel, but idk who else could’ve done it.

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They should’ve let Wednesday shoot Laurel. I’m sorry.

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Okay I’m probably going to hell for this one, but Noble being hit by that car was hilarious. I had to pause the episode to laugh. He just ragdolled and that shit sent me, okay? Sent me almost as high as his body went before hitting the ground.

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Larissa’s death caught me off guard and made me SO FUCKIN SAD. She JUST got to a trusting point with Wednesday after not trusting her all season and what did it get her? DEAD. SHE DESERVED BETTER. I hope the writers find a way to bs bringing her back to life.

[killian-whump]

Dream Colin paid me a visit today and it was... surreal.

It was my birthday (in the dream, it was a month ago in reality) and one of my guy friends asked if he could “bring some friends” to my party, which was taking place at a super fancy discoteque. I said sure. Turned out he only brought one guy, but whatevs, I didn’t pay much attention to him. They proceeded to give me birthday tummy rubs and pats (look, I don’t know either) and I thanked them profusely for the loving attention (again, I don’t know, I only work here). My guy friend said, “You’re welcome!” and then I heard this additional “You’re welcome!” in a very familiar Irish accent... and realized my friend’s +1 was actually Colin.

Dream Colin came and gave me birthday tummy rubs/pats. Win!

So then I did the only sensible thing - I chased that motherfucker down. He moves fast, so I had to book it to catch up with him before he disappeared into the outer fringes of the discoteque dreamscape.

Upon catching up with him, I realized he was wearing a wild hot pink and black/gray ensemble with, uh, lots of glitter. It was utterly un-Colin-ish, and kinda threw me. But, whatevs. I wasn’t going to let it get in the way of what I was after: A hug. Yeah, I chased oddly-dressed Colin through a futuristic dance club just to get a hug, because that’s how pure I am.

“I’m a huge fan!” I told Dream Colin. His face literally fell and he went, “Oh.” “I have a blog about you and everything!” “Oh God,” he said. “That’s horrible.” “No, no! It’s great! It’s not creepy or anything!” I totally lied. “I promise!” “If you say so... but have you considered getting a hobby?” “Well, that kinda IS my hobby,” I admitted. “That’s not a hobby. That’s stalking.” “No, no. My hobby is writing. I like writing things and... sharing them with other people. I like to make people laugh and sometimes think about things. It’s all very healthy. I promise.” “If you say so...” “So... can I get that hug?” “I guess, but then I have to go.” “Where are you going?” I asked. “Can I come with?” “I’m going anywhere else and no, you can’t come with.” “Will you come back? Please?” “Sure, sure. Just... wait for me out here and... I’ll come back. Sure.” I've never before or since heard such an obvious lie.

But he did give me a hug, and it was great. Then he made a quick getaway into the VIP section where I couldn’t follow him and I spent the rest of the dream trying to find him again and hoping maybe he would actually come back.

At some point in the dream, I caught another glimpse of him and did a double-take, because he looked nothing like Colin whatsoever and this actually brought on some lucidity. I had to stop everything and go, “What the fuck, subconscious? We consciously stare at this man for hours every day and this is the best you can do?! This looks nothing like him! It acts nothing like him! And where is Dream Helen? He always brings Dream Helen with him, because he gets lonely without her! What is this budget bargain basement Dream Colin O’Donofake?”

So... I’m not sure. Jury’s still out on whether this was actually Dream Colin or a not-very-good fake. Maybe both. Dreams are weird like that.

[myrfing]

Poyo o/ your recent posts and tags about elidi reminds me of something I've been wanting to ask about, though idk what do I want to ask about specifically lol.

I know from our previous interactions and some previous tags that you don't quite see eye to eye with most ppl regarding elidi, and I feel similar, though I think I chalk that up to being with 14 for far less time than most people (esp asc/ancients fans), and while I've never hated Elidi, I only started loving him as I currently do after getting to panda.

I guess the first thing I want to ask is, how do you read his sending the WoL to the past? People understandably are upset that he had to do it, but the more upset people see this as redemption through death (which I know is a beloathed trope lately). But I never saw his last actions as redemption--i don't think he ever needed redemption in the first place. He was a sacrificial lamb, saddled with a job that was never going to be fulfilled on his own and he is passing the hope he was entrusted with to the WoL ...

YEAH I HAVE NO…I don’t see it as anything to do with redemption either? Just a like, well this is what remains sort of thing. I don’t necessarily think he means to pass us a torch or reconcile with us either, it’s just an…answer I guess? He spent the entirety of his uhhhh swan song very confused and spiraling incredibly hard and we never got an answer as to what the promise he made was or why he had gone with being zodiark’s heart or what exactly lead to this point and I don’t think it’s weird that he, after we return his memories to him, understood something and wanted the person he opposed to the end to see too.

Elidibus is my favorite ascian AS A PREFACE like there were a good few months in postshb pre 5.2 where I for some reason just was er obsessed with him because I thought he was. funny and cute really, but the fact that I loved him changed nothing about what I thought of the ascians as a whole, so sometimes I sound like I’m very harsh on/hate him. (robot voice) I see no mercy when I see him but I like him. I DOOO think some aspects of his writing are silly and contrived (and this made him more funny and amusing to me) but overall i was and still am very very very happy with his character direction cus I was playing with the idea that he was in reality a pathetic, vulnerable, desperate person under the weight of whatever the ascians were doing, defined by the praise and expectations of people long dead, & wanted to see him break down and lose it when he got cornered which is exactly what happened LMFAOOO. I also thought he did have some sort of…pure and sincere wholehearted bravery/nobility under all that, like a hint of who he was before he got hollowed out, that I wanted to see in the end too and I GOT ITTT with THE SEAT OF SACRIFICE THE BEST TRIAL IN THE GAME. YEAH i love the fact he was a sacrificial lamb and while it absolves him of little at the point of the current day imo he’s a person who in my pov never got to live out his youth and also was the tipping point in which ancient society made a choice that corrupted them irrevocably and I loved thinking of a character who had nothing but that empty guilt and meaningless duty to carry on, that he was in a way made to not have a sense of self. I recall most of the fanbase thought back then he was a sadistic and cunning mastermind, and a lot of people were really unhappy with 5.3 as a result, so the somewhat inconsistent autonomy of his decision to send us back might be them jumping back to that and being like oh so NOW that he was sealed in a crystal he suddenly wants to shake hands. and while I don’t think it’s exactly right to be like well he was a young blameless victim of all of this I think a huge thing wrt the end of shb was just like this particular fight is over and everyone gets to go home and stop worrying about their burdens and obligations and the need to say you are my enemy and who deserves what and all that. like he dead bro.

i dont think “elidibus” can be, should be, needs, wants, or will be redeemed, it’s just not relevant to him anymore. i honestly think he stopped having a future a very long time ago and was waiting for him to combust the entire time so I’m not sitting here waiting for the writers to “do more” with him or anything and honestly I think that’s unnecessary. this is just *gestures vaguely* the ruin for him. like if they spend MORE time on ancient shit post ew I probably would be annoyed

[mysterious-prophetess]

BNHA 363 Thoughts/Reactions

So, Yeah. That just HAPPENED. Spoilers below the “keep reading.”

So, I was discussing last chapter with my bestie @makenzie-rush about the fate of a certain angry explody boy.

She thought we’d get a bounce over to Touya v Shouto leaving us hanging in suspense and I wasn’t inclined to disagree with her. Horokoshi does that a lot.

My comment was if Izuku shows up next chapter, he —Bakugo—is probably actually dead.

Since we saw no Izuku, I can say neither of us was right. Though, my bestie was more correct than I was since we did sort of cut to Touya v Shouto, but only for a few panels.

I’m still sort of hoping Bakugo isn’t dead-dead but, on the other hand, it was a heroic sacrifice and shows the reality of pitting children against adults.

Horikoshi has never shied away from depicting what the backlash bombastic shounen action would be before, and I don’t think that he’d swerve now.

So, I’m reasonably sure Bakugo is gone and that sucks. He wasn’t my favorite character but he was a well written character nonetheless and he’s a friggin’ KID. Kid characters dying is always sad.

Sure, the other chapters with Nighteye and Midnight dying weren’t fun to read either. However, they were adult characters. A child character’s death will always hit harder, just as the death of a real child might.

I’m not sure if I have enough threads to try to read the plot like I’ve done before, though mostly I did that with character analysis. Can’t analyze a death, but, it’s not out of character for Bakugo to act in that way.

Onto other parts.

The Civilians are probably not going to all die? They’re in danger and when I realized hacker dude was going after non-combatants I was like “oh shit.” But then I was like “Shouldn’t Nedzu be doing the counter hack?”

It does sort of show that maybe the civilians shouldn’t have been evacuated to what was a HUGE target—UA—, and also shows that the villains going AFTER the noncombatants have no lines they won’t cross.

Finally, the Potato in the room:

First, let me say that I thought the Potato body was DEAD. Can you blame me? He was ashes and crap AND this is the arc where shit hits the fan.

Secondly,

THE POTATO. HAS. A. FACE!

Let’s give it up for the Fanartists who NAILED what AfO’s non-Potato face looked like! Like seriously they predicted it so freakishly well from the limited parts Horikoshi revealed before this point.

So. Let’s see where the face reveal leads.

[padfootastic]

Hey!!

I’m a big fan of your blog as I am a fellow James and Sirius apologist. I feel like there aren’t enough people out here that love these two and their bond so finding someone who feels the same is like nothing short of a miracle. Especially one who is active on here. Also, I’m a big fan of your stories you are an amazing writer. ❤️

I was just sitting here thinking about how Sirius could have put an end to Lily’s relationship with James with a snap of his fingers if he felt so inclined. Like James and Lily are “soulmates” in canon but not the same soulmate level these two guys are on you know? I think back to your fic Shovel Talk in regards to this and how Sirius basically tells Lily as much. It just makes me sorta giggle (is that wrong?) because it’s just so true lol. Like James and Sirius were operating on a whole different plane of reality than everyone else I swear. I just I love those two boys so so so much.

If you wouldn’t mind sharing I would love to just read your thoughts on these guys. Like just to read you talking about them and their bond in whatever capacity you want. Weather it be what you think of them, how you see them, who you think they are, how you think they’re perceived by their friends just any and all thoughts you feel like sharing. This is only if you don’t mind. I just live for these two codependent lunatics and love getting to see other people love them. 💛💙

anon there is something in my eye and u might be responsible for it 🥺🥺

i don’t know where i’m getting this prongsfoot attention from as of late but i am absolutely not complaining because it is the best thing ever and i will never tire of talking about my baby boys. thank u so much for liking what i write (and thinking i’m active lol) :”)

also!!! another shovel talk fan!!! listen every time someone references that story, it makes my heart do this giddy little spin because it’s literally one of my favorite fics/hcs and i genuinely thought people wouldn’t like it but they do and it’s amazing.

you’ve given me such free reign that i don’t know where to start lol my mind has suddenly gone blank trying to think of something i haven’t already talked about before

hmmm ok let’s see. i know i skew towards sirius leaning on james a lot but i fully believe it was a relationship of equals. james was equally besotted by and reliant on sirius as the other way around. so i mentioned this in the last ask a bit, but i see james as someone who’s constantly burning bright and it’s…not exactly easy but very possible to snuff that light out completely. and i think lily had the potential for that bc of her sharp tongue & self righteousness. and she wouldnt think to tone herself down for james, either, because she sees what everyone else does—a spoiled, happy go lucky, privileged dude who doesn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. fair, yeah? except. sirius has seen this boy inside out, knows how fucking sensitive he is, and will do anything it takes to make sure james doesn’t shrink himself to fit the world. and this isn’t like—a huge thing, not for sirius. it’s in the little actions—cutting someone off when they might say something hurtful, turning him away from people who don’t like him, casually blocking hexes cast behind his back etc etc. sirius doesn’t have blinkers on, he knows first hand how ugly the world is and he doesn’t want it to touch his james. (sure, that might mean putting up with his big headed ass but he’ll take that any day over a subdued james potter) and we know from swm that he’s not scared or hesitant to go against james if needed so he’s the perfect person to both keep him in check and protect him ykno? (very grumpy one protects the sunshine one of me)

another thing i love thinking about is how unconditionally they love each other!!! james has a mean streak (often powered by ignorance/arrogance) and sirius genuinely has a whole dark side bc of his black heritage (so many thoughts on that ughhhhh) and it means the absolute world to sirius that james accepts all of him. his family doesn’t like him being a ‘muggle loving traitor’ and the people at hogwarts are scared/wary of his name and anger and sometimes he’s seen it even in his friends’ eyes and he’s sick and tired of having to hide parts of himself to be palatable so it’s like a fresh of breath air to be around james who never ever judges him. i’m such a sucker for unconditional acceptance lol both sides of sirius are fundamental to him and he can’t separate them from himself so whenever james steps up to him without hesitation or fear, it heals a part of him.

also, this might seem obvious, but i think they genuinely liked each other in a way that u don’t always see. like, they were each other’s favorite persons at all times, no questions asked. the average person might get sick of spending so much time with one person, even if it’s their best friend (i know i couldn’t lol) but not these two. they happily welcome every opportunity they have to be together. that’s why detentions are fun—hours left alone to goof around while working off their energy? sign them tf up. they genuinely look forward to talking to each time, every single class they share, nighttime when they can crawl into the others’ beds etc etc it’s all horribly codependent and perhaps not the healthiest (definitely not in a non-prongsfoot universe) but it’s james&sirius and even if they were stranded on an island together, they’d be happy about it

wrt to the james/lily/sirius thing—god, yes. sirius *knows* that he only needs to say the word and james would listen to him over lily and that’s so much power and sometimes he’s equal parts terrified and on top of the world bc of what he holds in his hands but it only makes him more determined to not abuse that trust and faith james places in him. i think this would happen with any potential partner, if only a bit harsher w lily bc of their experiences. james will always, always turn to sirius first and that can be a good or a bad thing, depending on how u look at it. u just know that remus and peter were envious of this dynamic but i think, over time, they overcame it and just resigned themselves to it. i can even see them (particularly remus) actually being a bit thankful it’s not them because let’s be honest, a friendship as all encompassing & overwhelming as this? not easy at all. u need to be able to completely open ur heart and soul up, break down even the smallest pretence of barriers, accept that you’ll always be part of a whole and that’s neither simple nor desirable most of the time. and i truly don’t eee remus laying himself bare open like that, not even for j or s. so i think he’s actually a bit relieved that these two tide over their most intense behaviours with each other and you get a more toned down version of them around others lol (does any of that make sense? i’m just rambling here tbh)

i’m gonna stop here bc i have no clue of any of this is even like, coherent. i erased and wrote the whole thing 2-3 times bc it kept growing a mind of its own and Not Cooperating so i hope this draft is,,,okay ykno?

[fangsforhire]

ROMANCE HEADCANONS, repost, don't reblog!

name ;;   ‘ Lucien Michael Morningstar. Yeah, a mouthful.’ nickname ;;  ' Ugh -- Most commonly used? Lucy. Kitten.’ gender ;;  ' Male. ‘ romantic orientation ;;  ' Gay! ‘ preferred pet names ;; ‘ Oh honey, I’m the most unbearable pet name giver known to man. Or are you speaking about the ones I prefer to be called? I suppose I can tolerate most of them, just nothing like snookems and that shit, and we’re good.’ relationship status ;;   ‘ Mind your own business. ‘ ( Verse dependent. ) opinion on true love ;;  ‘ Man, it’s fucked. Alright? Being in love messes you up so bad, it makes you question everything you believed in. It sends your entire world upside down and worse? It’s wonderful. When it’s good, it’s mind blowing and when shit hits the fan -- yeah that’s when it’s a kick in the teeth, huh? Love has the power to build, and destroy. It’s incredibly powerful, and I used to scoff at it. More fool me.’ opinion on love at first site ;;  ‘ Do you think this is a romance novel? The fuck? It doesn’t exist. Sure you can snap your eyes on someone and think, I wanna bang them, or imagine yourself in some twisted fantasy where reality doesn’t exist, but it isn’t practical or natural. Love takes time and effort. Infatuation isn’t love. Lust isn’t love. Don’t believe what you read in books or see in movies, kids. That’s just cheesy shit to keep people going ‘aww’ - a way to rake in the cash and hell it works. Fair play.’ how romantic are they? ;; ‘ I can wine ‘n dine, if that’s what you mean? All depends.’ ideal physical traits ;; ‘ I’m assuming you mean physical features? I don’t really care, as long as they’re not ugly as sin. Then again beauty is in the eye of the beholder, no?’  ideal personality traits ;;   ‘ Oh boy…. Well confidence is a huge turn on for me. I don’t like the meek and weak, so… someone with that. Someone who can dominate the room and make heads turn, I like a challenge, in the bedroom and out. I like people who answer back, and give me a run for my money, I guess.’ unattractive physical traits ;;  ‘ Dunno. I either like you or I don’t, simples.’ unattractive personality traits ;;  ‘ Complete and utter do-gooders. People who kiss arse. People who are all talk, you know? All bark and no bite. Christ. What’s the point? ‘ ideal date ;; ‘ Meeting and going to some restaurant or other, or an art gallery and then afterwards, having sex under the stars… Hey - are you taking notes?’ do they have a type? ;; ‘ Yes. Obviously. Doesn’t everyone? Ugh do I have to say it? Fiiiine. Men who can put me on my knees. Go big or go home.’  average relationship length ;; ‘ Depends, you’re asking me questions and giving me absolutely no context or scenario. It has varied. My longest has been years, my shortest, a few months. ‘ preferred nonsexual intimacy ;;  ‘ I assume you’re expecting me to say cuddling? Fuck that. I ain't a teddy bear. Nah, I enjoy sparring, laughing and drinking my partner under the table. I also like having showers and baths with ‘em, but… that usually leads into another department, so.’ commitment level ;; ‘ Again. I’ve been known to commit, but it’s rare for me to do so. Most of the time when I come attached, I take that as a warning sign and get as far away as possible. It takes a lot to make me stay. What can I say? I’m a free spirit.’ opinion of public affection ;;   ‘ PDA? Absolutely not. Not that I care about making other people uncomfortable, don’t get me wrong, but there’s a time and a place for that kind of crap.’ past relationships ;; ' I reserve the right not to answer this question, capeesh?’

[sukirichi]

“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is. 

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles. 

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

  NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

  RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

  INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”

[arvinsescape]

Maybe tom being a huge jerk to reader, maybe fwb, so when they are fighting, he is saying some shit like: you need to get over this teenage crush of yours, like he's treating like an obsessive fan, and you talk back like: you know what? I feel so bad for your fans out there who have no idea how big of an asshole you are OMG YOU COULD CALL HIM A MOVIE STAR but like mocking you know?

A/N: This was the angst turned to fluff I didn't know I wanted!! Thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy 💕💕

Warnings: Mentions of sex, Language.

It had become almost routine, he'd come back from filming, call you, fuck you and then be gone by the morning and you were tired, you truly were. It felt like an endless cycle, one you were growing tired of.

You'd been friends with benefits for a while, almost a year. You'd met him at a bar, you knew who he was, who didn't but that hadn't been what had attracted you to him. In fact, he pursued more than you did, but it never turned into anything more than a friends with benefits relationship.

"Tom?" You said, bodies both sweating as he rolled off you, discarding of the condom. He hummed for you to continue. "Do you ever get, I don't know, tired of doing this?" You asked as you twiddled your thumbs, staring at the ceiling.

"What? Having sex?" He asked.

"No, not the sex. Just, all it being is sex?" You asked timidly as he stood and pulled his boxers and jeans back on. He studied you for a second.

"I don't know what you want." He said, almost snapped. You grabbed your dressing gown that was at the side of the bed, standing as you watched Tom search for his t shirt. Pulling your dressing gown on you looked at him.

Of course over the year you'd developed feelings for him, fallen in love with him but now your heart needed to know if he felt anything for you, at all.

"Like, I don't know Tom. A relationship." You squeaked out the last part and he looked at you like you'd grown two heads.

"You knew what this was when we started." He said harshly, far more harshly than you'd expected. You were taken aback.

"No, I know but we've been doing this for ages now Tom. I was just asking." You tried to shrug off as you watched him pull his shirt over his head.

"Ah, I see what this is. You've got a bit of a crush?" He asked and you laughed lightly, trying to push down the hurt.

"Don't flatter yourself." You laughed as best you could and you watched as he approached you, placing a kiss to your cheek.

"Sorry love, I've gotta go." He said and before you knew it you heard your front door open and close.

It hurt, he wasn't like this usually, usually he'd stay, cuddle but in the month he's been home from filming it's like he's lost himself. He isn't as attentive, every fuck is rough and although you love it, you miss when he'd be gentle with you.

There was one occasion a couple of months back when you thought he might have felt the same, you were both a bit tipsy and he took it slow, it was passionate. It felt like something was there, unspoken emotions.

It was two days later when he turned up again. You were straddling him, kissing him as you took his top off and then you saw it and it brought everything into reality for you, into perspective. There was a love bite, on his chest that you didn't leave.

You moved off him as you ran your hands through your hair and huffed. You knew you weren't exclusive, you weren't that dim but it didn't make it hurt any less. You'd not slept with anyone in the last year and the stupid part of you thought he hadn't either. Idiot.

"Hey," he said as he kissed at your shoulder and you instantly shrugged him off. "What's wrong?" He asked and yo sighed.

"Nothing Tom, I just don't feel like it." You said and he kissed your shoulder again.

"Okay." He didn't fight you on why, you never needed to give a reason to him, no meant no. "Are you okay?" He asked as he watched you angrily wipe a tear away.

"I'm fine." You snapped and he thought for a second, you turned to look at him, he'd been quiet. You watched as he put two and two together.

"You're upset about the other day." He stated and you huffed.

"Can we just drop it?" You sighed, hanging your head.

"Y/N, you know we're not exclusive right?" He said and you felt tears again. "We can see other people?" He said and you sniffled, wiping at your tears before looking at him.

"Yeah, I know."

"You need to get over this crush you have on me." He stated and you didn't appreciate his tone, it felt condescending.

"You know what Tom, that's not exactly easy to do when I'm underneath you ninety-nine per cent of the time I see you." You snapped and Tom raised his brows.

"Y/N," he huffed. "I'm not yours okay, I told you what this was. If you caught feelings that's your problem." He snapped and you gasped.

"What has gotten into you?" You said in disbelief.

"Nothing. I'm not taking the blame because your feelings are hurt that I've seen other people." He said.

"You've never been this cruel." You said, sadness lacing your tone.

"You know what I think it is? I think you're one of those fans that obsesses over me. Next thing you're going to tell me is that you read fanfiction written about me." He mocked and your anger rose.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You shouted. "Get over yourself Tom, I knew who you were when we met, yes. But do not mistake me as some crazed fan." You snapped.

"Well stop acting like one." He shouted back at you.

"You know what? I feel bad for your fans out there that have no idea how much of a dick you are. How much of a, fucking." You stopped for a second as you thought. "How much of a fucking movie star you are." You watched as anger flashed in his eyes, you'd upset him. Good.

"You don't know what you're talking about, yes, we fuck but don't think for a second I can't find someone else to fill your spot." He shouted and you tried to hold onto your anger but you couldn't, nothing but sadness had set in.

"What happened to you Tom?" You asked, sadness lacing every word.

"Nothing, what are you harping on about?" He snapped and you couldn't help the tears, couldn't help the next words that fell from your lips.

"You've changed, you're not the Tom that left a month ago. You're not the Tom I fell in love with." You said into the quiet air and you could've heard a pin drop.

"You're, you, what?" He stumbled out as he approached you.

"Get out." You said, it was weak but you meant it, your heart was shattered, your emotions tired.

"Y/N/N." He said softly as he tried to take your hand in his but you snatched it away.

"Just get out, find someone to take my place because honestly? I don't want it." You whispered out as your tears fell faster, a sob racking through you. You needed to end this.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, I was angry. I didn't know." He said and you wiped your nose, looking up at him, you saw something flash behind his eyes, something you couldn't read.

"Just please go home Tom." You said. "I just want to be on my own."

"I don't, it doesn't feel right to leave you." He said.

"Why?" You said, utterly defeated as you made your way into the bathroom, turning to look at him before you spoke. "You've been pretty good at it." You said before you shut the door.

**

Tom waited around for a good twenty minutes before you heard him sigh and leave. You'd not seen him for a month, no contact, he'd tried to call, multiple times actually and you'd declined every single one. Your heart still hurt but it held onto a hope that maybe he'd come back, but back as the Tom you fell for.

It wasn't so bad being in love with him then, he broke your heart but mended it all in one and if he did see other women in that time he never let it slip, never let you know.

After two more weeks of hearing nothing from him, you gave up. You heard frantic knocking at your door, it made you jump as you hastily went to answer it. What you were not expecting to see was a dishevelled Tom on your doorstep. It was almost mid night.

"I'm sorry." Was the first thing he said as he engulfed you in a hug, knocking you backwards into your flat. You'd missed him, missed having his arms around you.

"Tom?" You asked as he kicked the door shut. "What are you doing here? It's so late." You said, you were just about to go to bed yourself.

"I fucked up, I'm so sorry." He said, pulling back to take your face into his hands. "You were right, I was being a dick, I don't know what was going on with me. I've missed you, god, fuck I've missed you and I didn't mean what I said, I didn't mean any of it."

"Tom, it's okay." You smiled. "I shouldn't have let it carry on. I knew what you wanted from it. I know you don't feel the same and it's okay." You said as you placed your hands over his and you watched as he shook his head.

"I thought, I don't know. I took you for granted, that last month, after I got back, I took you for granted." He rambled and you furrowed your brows. "I never slept with anyone else, fuck I got drunk that once and let someone give me a mark but I never slept with her, everything she did felt off and I couldn't understand it." He was spiralling, rambling.

"Tom, slow down. What are you trying to say?" You said softly, trying to ground him as you squeezed his hands and brought them down to your sides.

"I'm trying to say, fuck, I'm trying to tell you that I love you too, I think I have for a long time, I just didn't want to admit it. But being away from you? I never want that again." He said and your heart burst in your chest.

"You keep me grounded, you always have. You're not afraid to call me out. You treat me like a normal human being, not a celebrity and fuck, I treated you so badly." He concluded and you smiled.

"You did." You said as you moved some hair out of his face.

"I'm sorry." He said in defeat. "I love you, I hope you haven't changed the way you feel about me?" He said, hope clear in his beautiful face.

"My feelings for you haven't changed but you have a lot of making up to do." You said and he smiled.

"I know. Anything, baby, whatever you want." He said and you kissed him, he pulled you against him, squeezing your waist as he kissed you like you'd disappear. You pulled back after a moment and looked at him.

"You could start by coming to bed," you said and you watched as he smiled. "I want a cuddle." You said, you didn't want to have sex with him, you wanted him to hold you and you had a feeling he felt the same.

"Yes miss." He said with a smile before picking you up, holding you close to him as he made his way into your bedroom and for the first time since he'd been in there, it wasn't to have sex. It was to hold you and he did, you had your Tom back and he wanted to stay.

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ a star called you — chapter 42: “big brain era”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): fluff, band txt, college au, smau (this chapter is semi). wc: 1,1k. warning(s): food pictured; not proof read, typo in twt too lazy to change. disclaimer: NO i do not support idolxidol shipping! this is just for the purposes of the story. an: i'm gonna pull a cia and dip after this so don't hate me too much 😁

[06:11 pm] — “so what did you want to talk about?” you asked after shoving your phone into your pocket with a huff. taehyun was like a doting mother, which was rather ironic considering the way he always ruthlessly blunt with no remorse. you’d eventually concluded by the time you got to high school (and after incidental and intense exposure to japanese pop culture) that taehyun was simply, just tsundere.

subin caught the light chuckles slipping from your lips and stole glimpses at you from the corners of his eyes. you seemed comfortable, or atleast that’s what he was hoping for. the look in your eyes when he had arrived to pick you up from the store was still fresh in his mind: surprise mixed with the tiniest bit of anxiousness that you attempted to conceal with a smile. it was a god-sent that his sister made him babysit, otherwise, if he had been alone, he was sure you would have run away.

his hands tightened around the steering wheel and he sighed, “we’ll talk when we get there. it’ll only be a minute.”

you kept your eyes on the passing buildings outside. the sun had just tucked itself beyond the mountains and night fall was quickly decending upon the city. the sinage of the stores lining the street were beginning to flicker on and the pavements were beginning to fill up with those coming from work, from school, and those heading out with or to friends and family.

the temperature was starting to drop, so you rolled up the window and glanced toward yina, subin’s niece, in the backseat. she was fast asleep, features relaxed peacefully, worn out from all the excitment, the sight making you smile fondly. if it weren’t for her, you couldn’t imagine what would have happened. despite reassuring your friends and taehyun that everything was okay and that you were fine, truthfully, being with subin made you feel uneasy.

the car turned, rolling down an incline and into the underground parking lot of a building. when the realization that it could only be Alice that you had arrived at, adrenline pumped through your veins and the edges of your lips tugged into a huge grin. this feeling chases away any worries and concerns plaguing your mind, to make room for but one nearing reality: you were going to see beomgyu.

the minute subin turned off the engine you would have charged for the elevator you’d been eyeing like a bird of prey, if it were not for the fact that he kept the car doors locked. you fiddled with the handle before snapping your head in his direction with a peeved pout.

his laughter echoed off the walls in the parking lot, “we still have to talk, silly.”

“o-oh, right,” you blushed, slowly reclining back to the leather of the seat and hoping it would swallow you whole.

subin prayed the overhead lights didn’t show the begrudging expression forcing it’s way into his face no matter how hard he tried to remain unstirred. did he ever make you feel this way? he didn’t know whether to believe he did or didn’t was better, either theory made him upset.

“i wanted to aplogize,” he started, gulping before he continued, “for what happened in the past. i was really immature. a-and stupid,” he frowned at the steering wheel, his breath becoming unsteady, “i didn’t deserve you— i still don’t. you opened up to me and told me things, things that take alot of courage to share, and i threw all of that back in your face. i was insecure because to me you were someone... perfect. i didn’t think i was good enough and yet i had the audacity to act like i was”

you nodded along as he spoke, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. he went quiet for a moment, before he turned to face you fully, the leather beneath him squeaking, “i know i don’t have the right to say this, but i still love you. the parts that are the same and those that have changed. through all these years, i guess i didn’t think about it because i just thought i’d never see you again. but when i saw you again... i didn’t want to let you go.”

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you squeezed your eyes shut and sighed, “subin...”

“i-i’m not finished,” he frowned. he hestitated, then put a hand on your shoulder, “i was a really bad boyfriend, but i didn’t break up with you because of... you. my mom—”

“i know,” you smiled, genuinely, placing a hand over his before removing it from it’s place. you still couldn’t believe you weren’t guilty, “it’s okay. i was really foolish too. you only did what you did because i wasn’t considerate enough of the way you felt.”

subin’s frown deepened and he clenched his fists. he might not have been the only one who made you this way, but the fact that he contributed at all frustrated him.

“yn, no, you—”

“let’s go before we miss him, yeah?” you patted his shoulder before stepping out of the vehicle. subin groaned internally. he felt like he hadn’t made any progress. after running his fingers through his hair a few times, and making sure he didn’t wake yina, he stepped out of the car.

he was in the middle of locking the car, when he found you frozen in your tracks. he arched a brow, walking toward you and tapping your shoulder. you didn’t even flinch. he followed your eyes to the scene infront of the glass doors to the company.

ryujin skipped out with her arm hooked into beomgyu’s and her head resting on his shoulder as they both shook with laughter. a black van pulled up that subin assumed had come to pick her up, and beomgyu pulled away from her, patting her head with a smile. in the middle of their parting conversation, ryujin reached up and brushed some of the hair from his face. subin’s eyes widened and he could feel your shoulders shake.

subin looked back to them just as ryujin got into the van, but she paused, leaning back to look him dead in the eye. she waved, mouthing, thanks for the recommendation.

beomgyu followed ryujin’s eyes and scowled finding subin standing there. he waved goodbye as she left and walked over to him with his hands in his pockets. subin panicked, looking around him, but you vanished.

“fancy seeing you here,” beomgyu squinted into his car and grinned, “new partner? ready to leave yn alone now?”

subin gave his shoulder a hard shove, “keep acting so friendly with other people and you’ll find out.”

yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

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