#and then i woke up this morning and thought.... this is the one today is the day

[starsenha]

UNDERSTANDING / P.J

Pairing ◊ fem!reader x bf!jay

Genre ◊ fluff, established relationship

Warnings ◊ talk about bad mental health, just jay being a sweetheart I'm sobbing

Word count ◊ 1k

Summary ◊ you were so greateful to have a such understanding boyfriend by your side.

a/n: felt really mentally bad a few days ago so this bloomed in my mind hehe, enjoy!

You had been looking forward to your date with Jay all week. The plan was simple: a walk around the park, grabbing some ice cream, and maybe catching a movie later. But when the morning came, you woke up feeling… off. It wasn’t like you hadn’t felt this way before—this heavy, gray feeling that made everything seem distant—but it was the last thing you wanted on a day like today.

You stared at your phone, fingers hovering over the screen. It felt wrong to cancel, especially since you and Jay had been planning this. But at the same time, the thought of putting on a happy face, of pretending you were okay when you weren’t, felt exhausting. Jay knew about your struggles with mental health; you had talked about it before. But still, there was always that small voice in your head whispering that you were being a burden.

With a deep breath, you finally typed out the message.

[you] Hey, would it be okay if we postponed the date today?

You hit send before you could overthink it, your heart racing as you waited for his response. Within a minute, your phone buzzed.

[Songie 💙] Of course, baby! Are you okay?

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers tracing the edge of your phone as you tried to find the right words. You didn’t want to lie, but you also didn’t want to dump all your emotions on him. Finally, you decided to just be honest.

[you] I’m not really feeling like myself today. Kind of out of it, and I don’t want to bring any negativity to our date. I don’t want to bother you.

The response came quickly, like he was waiting for your message.

[Songie 💙] Hey, you are NEVER a bother. I mean that. I’d be happy to spend time with you, even if you’re not feeling okay.

A lump formed in your throat, and you blinked back the sudden sting of tears. You knew Jay cared, but sometimes it still caught you off guard how understanding he was.

Before you could reply, another message came through.

[Songie 💙] Actually… can I come over? I really want to see you, even if we don’t do anything. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I just want to be there with you.

You smiled softly at his words, though you were still unsure. The idea of just… being with someone without having to pretend to be fine sounded comforting, but you didn’t want him to feel like he had to take care of you.

[you] Are you sure? I’m really not in the mood to talk much. I was just going to stay in and watch my comfort show.

You didn’t have to explain what your comfort show was. Jay knew. It was the one you always turned to when you were feeling down, something familiar and soothing.

[Songie 💙] Of course I’m sure. I’ll be happy just to see your pretty little face.

A small laugh escaped your lips despite yourself. Jay always knew how to make you feel a little lighter, even when everything else felt heavy.

[Songie 💙] I’ll come over in a bit. Want me to pick up something for you? I can grab your favorite from that fast food place you love. I know you probably haven’t eaten.

That hit deeper than you expected. He knew. He always seemed to know when you were struggling, even when you hadn’t said much. The thought of food hadn’t even crossed your mind until he mentioned it, and now that he did, you realized how hungry you were. But more than that, it was the fact that he was offering to take care of you in such a simple, thoughtful way that made your chest tighten with emotion.

[you] Okay. That sounds nice. Thanks, songie.

Jay: Don’t mention it. I’ll be there soon.

You put your phone down and leaned back against the couch, feeling a little less tense now that you didn’t have to worry about the date. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with Jay—it was the opposite. You just didn’t want to be a weight on him, to drag down what was supposed to be a fun day. But Jay… he never made you feel like that. Not once.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Jay standing there with a warm smile and a bag of food in one hand. His hair was a little messy from the wind, and he was wearing that hoodie you always said you liked on him.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, stepping inside. "I brought you your favorite."

The smell of fries and a burger filled the room, and your stomach growled. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this. You smiled gratefully and took the bag from him.

"Thank you," you mumbled, feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"Of course," he said, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. "I’m just happy to see you."

You led him to the couch, where you had already set up your comfort show on the TV. Jay kicked off his shoes and settled in next to you, close enough that your legs brushed against each other, but not so close that it felt overwhelming. He handed you the food, and as you unwrapped your burger, he pressed play on the show.

For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the familiar show filling the room. Jay didn’t push you to talk, didn’t ask you how you were feeling. He just… sat with you, sharing the space in that gentle, understanding way that only he could.

After a while, you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you felt the tension in your body start to melt away, just a little. It wasn’t that everything was suddenly okay—it wasn’t. But having Jay there, quietly watching your favorite show with you, made things feel a little more bearable.

"You know," he said quietly after a while, his voice barely above a whisper, "I’m always here for you. Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days."

You didn’t say anything, but you reached for his hand and squeezed it, your heart full of gratitude.

He squeezed back, and that was enough. You didn’t need words right now. You had Jay, and that was more than enough.

[iheartz4starzz]

NEVER THERE 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

husband!chuuya x f.reader

SYNOPSIS: you only get to see your husband, chuuya, once a day, which is late at night when you're about to go to sleep. the next morning, you always wake up to him gone.

TW: slight angst, but dw, it'll be fluff at the end, might be a few grammar mistakes

NOTES: fun fact: a lot of these oneshots are based on my c.ai chats <3

Btw I never specified if the reader was taller or shorter than Chuuya, so you can just imagine it urself. ^^

You heard the door unlock, revealing a redhead mafioso, who peaked his head into the room. He let out a sigh and stepped through the door, running a hand through his hair as he set his hat onto his nightstand.

"Doll, did you wait f'me again?" Chuuya asked and crossed his arms.

There you were, sitting on your guys shared bed with your phone in hand. You were playing mobile games while waiting for your beloved to return home after a long days worth of work.

"Yeah. It doesn't feel the same when you're not here next to me when I sleep." You replied, averting your gaze with a slight pout.

Chuuya let out another sigh, but couldn't help but chuckle and smile warmly at how cute his wife was. He quickly showered and changed into his bedtime clothes before getting into the sheets next to you.

Resting your cheek on your husbands toned chest, you let out a breath of contentment before closing your eyes. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms was soothing for you, which was perfect to help you sleep.

"How was work today?" You asked with a yawn, trying to keep yourself awake.

"Fine. I had to fix a smuggling deal that one of my stupid subordinates messed up." Chuuya sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You laughed, then snuggling closer to the redhead. You let out another yawn, to which Chuuya noticed and ran his fingers through you (h/c) hair. "You're tired, doll. Go to sleep now."

You shook your head in protest, blinking your eyes. "Nuh-uh! I want to spend more time with you, so I need to stay awake."

Chuuya shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. "Sleep now."

"But I-"

"No buts."

You sighed, closing your eyes to let your sleepiness consume you. Before you could final succumb to your slumber, you looked up at Chuuya with tired eyes.

"Will you be here next to me when I wake up?"

Chuuya could only bite the inside of his cheek and shake his head. "No doll, I'm sorry. I have work tomorrow."

You nodded and closed your eyes. "I love you, Chuuya."

"I love you to, (Name)."

The next morning, you woke up per usual to Chuuya not next to you. You let out a sigh of disappointment and stretched, then moving your feet to over the edge of the bed. You unplugged your phone from your charger and noticed a note and a red rose sitting on your nighstand.

You took the letter and read it, smiling in the end. The letter said:

'Dear (Name),

I'm sorry I can't be there to greet you in the morning. I promise I'll make it up to you next time with a bunch of presents, love, and kisses.

I love you.

Your husband, Chuuya.'

Though the letter was sweet, you couldn't help but frown in disappointment. That's what he would always say when you brought up the fact that he was never there for you. Pushing the thoughts down, you got up from bed and headed to your office to start working.

Usually you stayed home, due to the fact you were a stay-at-home wife, and partially of the fact you also worked from home. It was only those one times you went outside if you wanted to go shopping.

One work was finished, you went to the kitchen to make dinner and clean up around the penthouse. Once again, you ate dinner alone and left leftovers for Chuuya to eat once he got home. You then got ready for bed and got under the covers, bringing out your phone and began to wait till Chuuya came home.

Another hour passed, and Chuuya was still not home. You let out a sigh and laid sprawled out on the bed, starfish style. Bringing your arm up into the air, you stared at the hand with a ring wrapped around your ring finger. You chewed the inside of your cheek and rested that hand on your chest. You yearned for Chuuya's love, and missed him dearly.

Just then, the door to the bedroom unlocked, revealing the redhead who walked inside with a tired expression.

"Hey, Doll. I'm back." He greeted you with a smile.

"Welcome home." You replied and sat up.

After Chuuya was done with getting ready for bed, he got under the covers with you. Chuuya let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"I missed you." Chuuya told you.

You stayed quiet for a moment before responding. "I missed you to. But, you're not going to be here next to me when I wake up..."

Chuuya frowned. He felt a twinge of guilt in his heart and began to rub your back apologetically. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, (Name). You know how my boss is."

Suddenly, Chuuya heard sniffling. He watched you sit up from his arms and bury your face into your hands, beginning to cry. Chuuya felt his heart shatter to see you sobbing because of him. Chuuya sat up quickly and rubbed your back.

"(Name)?" He mumbled quietly, his soft voice laced with concern and worry. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-I'm sorry. It's just that— I miss you so much, Chuuya. I only see you one time a day because you always come late from work." You sobbed and wiped your tears. "But every time I stare at my ring, I have to keep reminding myself that I have a husband! But it feels like I don't, because you're never here!"

Chuuya didn't know how to reply, and only felt his guilt increase from hearing your pain and yearn for his love. Chuuya cupped your cheek, turning you face towards him. "(Name), I—"

"Am I pushing you away? Am I to clingy? Is that why you're spending so much time at work instead of at home with me? Your wife?" You interrupted Chuuya, sniffling again. "Is your job really more important than your wife? Do you still love me?"

Chuuya's eyes widened when he heard that last question. He quickly brought you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "No, I still love you! And you're not pushing me away, (Name)—"

Chuuya took a deep breath before continuing. "You're not pushing me away, love. I would never allow that to happen, because you're the most important woman in my life. I love you far to much to ever let you go. It's just... it's my job."

"But wouldn't Mori understand that you have a wife at home? You're not just some mindless pawn for his use! You're your own person, Chuuya!" You argued, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-No, I'm sorry. I understand that you're doing this for the both of us. I understand that you're working really hard to have a roof over our heads..."

"(N-Name), don't just brush if off like that," Chuuya stammered, cupping both of your cheeks. He let out a sigh before pressing a kiss against your lips. "I'll see what I can do, alright? Just... please don't cry. I can't bare to see you like this."

You nodded and laid back down in bed with Chuuya, wrapped in his arms. You sniffled again and wiped the left tears on your cheeks, your eyes puffy and red. "I'm sorry, Chuuya. I just don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I know, Doll. I understand where your pain is coming from, I really want to do something about it." Chuuya replied and brought your closer to him, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "I love you, (Name). Don't think to much about it, okay?"

You nodded once more. "I love you to, Chuuya."

The next morning, you stirred from your sleep, blinking your eyes awake and looked to your side. Frowning to see that Chuuya wasn't there, you got up and ran a hand over your face.

'Don't be such a bad wife, (Name). Chuuya is doing this for both you and him. At least appreciate what he's doing.' You told yourself and got up from bed, making your way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As soon as you left the bedroom, the smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the air, tingling your taste buds. You breathed in the smell, licking your lips as you approached the kitchen. You peaked around the corner, your eyes widening to see Chuuya standing at the stove with a apron that said 'Kiss The Cook.'

"Chuuya?"

Chuuya jolted and turned around, quickly turning off the stove and smiled at you warmly. "Morning, Doll."

You teared up, smiling as you ran towards Chuuya, crushing in a hug. "Agh! W-Why are you crying?" Chuuya frantically asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"N-No, it's happy tears, Chuuya! Happy tears!" You repeated, laughing at his misconception.

Chuuya smiled and cupped your cheeks, giving you a morning kiss. "You're such a crybaby." He teased and flicked your forehead.

You whined and held your forehead, pouting as you looked up at Chuuya. The two of you laughed it off in the end. Chuuya wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The two of you connected lips, the kiss strong, passionate, yet gentle at the same time.

After a few moments, the couple broke the kiss and smiled at each other. You rested your forehead against Chuuya's, eyes closed as the two of your soaked in the moment.

"I love you, Chuuya." You whispered.

"I love you to, (Name)." He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Soo... Kiss the Cook, eh?"

"Shut up!"

ENDING NOTE: i didn't want to make readers wife role seem to clingy, or to unappreciative. i hope i didn't make anybody upset with reader, tho.

luv u all! <3

-mai

[smalltownstudying]

reading and breakfast in bed

24.09.24 ; trcc readathon day 1 🍅

I woke up at around 8:45 this morning and the only thing I felt like doing was reading, so I decided to indulge in some reading-in-bed time. A great decision, I would say, since I was so comfy I resolved to turn it into breakfast-and-reading-in-bed time an hour later. I had the traditional Andalusian breakfast today: toast with tomato, olive oil, and jamón serrano (pretty much like prosciutto). I never seem to get the tomato right, but anyway. I started this book a few weeks ago. I'd say it's been a month already. I actually really like it, but I haven't had much time to read since I've had to work on my thesis and so on. It has only been published in Spain, but it is a very interesting book. Very thought-provoking. It is about a writer who died ten years prior to the discovery of his private diary, in which he documents what happened to him in those last months of life. The diary corresponds to the first part of the book, and the second part is a story he writes inspired by all of the crazy events he talks about in his alleged diary. All in a found manuscript style, which I really like. However, the book has footnotes, but they have been written by this author's editor, who publishes the diary and the story post-mortem. The footnotes, then, are also part of the story and the editor is nothing more than a character in it. It poses a lot of questions about unreliable narrators, the figures of authors, the literary world, jealousy, ego, fairness and justice... I think it will easily become one of my best reads this year once I finish it.

[lilsoftext]

•~*BETWEEN THE FLASHES*~• part 2

part 1

-chris sturniolo x female reader

-summery: ??

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Sof woke up early, the light filtering through the curtains of Chris’s room. She lay there for a moment, listening to the gentle sound of his breathing beside her. Chris was still asleep, his arm loosely draped over her waist. Normally, she would have cherished these quiet moments, but today, her mind was spinning. Today was the day they would announce their relationship to the world, and she couldn’t shake the anxious thoughts swirling in her head.

She slipped carefully out of bed, trying not to wake Chris. Moving to the window, Sof gazed out at the early morning sky, her thoughts racing. *What would people think?* The questions were endless. She knew how much Chris cared for her, and that should’ve been enough to calm her nerves, but the weight of it all—the public’s reaction, the media’s interpretation, and most of all, Matt—sat heavy in her chest.

Matt had been quiet lately, and Sof wasn’t oblivious to his feelings. She could see the sadness in his eyes, the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching. It was heartbreaking in its own way, and even though Matt would never say anything, Sof feared how this announcement would affect him.

She heard Chris stirring behind her, and before she could let her worries consume her any further, he woke up, smiling sleepily. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice raspy with sleep.

Sof forced a smile. “Good morning.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead, then quickly headed toward the bathroom, not wanting him to see the turmoil on her face. “I’m going to shower.”

Chris watched her leave, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, but he didn’t press her. He knew something was on her mind, but Sof was the type to process things on her own first. He’d talk to her when she was ready.

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Downstairs, Nick and Matt were already in the kitchen when Chris walked in, still stretching and yawning.

“Mornin’,” Nick said, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. “Big day, huh? You ready to finally make it official?”

Chris chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, man. It’s about time.”

Matt glanced up from his coffee, his eyes betraying the lighthearted tone he tried to use. “How’s Sof feeling about it?”

Chris sighed, leaning against the counter. “She’s a little worried, honestly. You know how she is—she doesn’t love all the attention, and this is gonna bring a lot of it.”

Matt nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, I figured. It’s a big deal for her.”

Before the conversation could go any further, Sof walked into the kitchen, her damp hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She smiled softly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hey, guys.”

Nick immediately perked up, sensing the tension but doing his best to keep things light. “Sof! You ready for today? Gonna be fun, right?”

Sof gave him a small smile and nodded, though Chris could tell she was still feeling off. He reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We were just talking about how we’re gonna do this. I was thinking a vlog would be cool, you know? Something natural. No big sit-down, just us being us.”

Sof exhaled, relieved that the plan was simple. “Yeah, I like that. I think it’ll feel more... real that way.”

Nick nodded enthusiastically. “Perfect! So, where are we filming this thing? We need a good backdrop if we’re doing the big reveal.”

Chris grinned. “I was thinking we go somewhere cool—like the forest, that spot with the mountain lake and the waterfall. It’s beautiful, and it’s kinda... I don’t know, mysterious. Seems like the right vibe.”

Everyone agreed, though Matt remained quieter than usual. He nodded along but didn’t say much, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. Sof noticed, and it only added to the mix of emotions swirling inside her.

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They packed up and headed to the car, Nick excitedly grabbing the camera and turning it on as soon as they pulled out of the driveway. “Alright, guys, this is it! We’re going somewhere super sick today, and we might have a little surprise for you later, but you’ll have to wait and see.”

Chris laughed from the passenger seat, turning back to wink at Sof, who was sitting next to Matt in the back. She gave a small wave to the camera, but inside, her nerves were still buzzing. Chris sensed it and reached over to squeeze her knee, his touch grounding her for a moment.

The car ride was filled with chatter, mostly between Chris, Nick, and Sof. Matt, meanwhile, remained mostly quiet, his responses short but polite whenever Nick tried to rope him into the conversation. Chris caught his brother’s silence but didn’t comment on it, not wanting to create any more tension.

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When they arrived at the forest, it was even more breathtaking than they had remembered. The towering trees gave way to a secluded path that led to a stunning lake, shimmering beneath the afternoon sun, and in the distance, the sound of a waterfall echoed through the trees. They all stood there for a moment, taking it in.

“Wow,” Sof whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s beautiful.”

Nick, ever the comic relief, grabbed the camera and pointed it at Chris. “How does it feel, bro? You about to make some history with this view in the background.”

Chris grinned. “It feels like the perfect place, honestly.”

They filmed a bit of them hiking down to the lake, with Chris and Nick goofing off for the camera. At one point, Chris even let out a wild scream, startling Sof and making everyone burst out laughing. It felt good to just be in the moment, even with the looming announcement.

When they reached the waterfall, everyone fell silent, the sheer beauty of it overwhelming them. The water cascaded down the rocks, mist rising in the air, and Chris couldn’t help but turn to Sof with a smile.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her aside as Nick continued filming some B-roll shots of the landscape.

“What?” Sof asked, a little confused.

Chris held up the camera like he was about to take a picture. “I want to get a photo of you here, for the vlog.”

Sof smiled and stood in front of the waterfall, but before she could pose, Chris lowered the camera, stepped up to her, and cupped her face gently in his hands. Without a word, he kissed her—softly, lovingly, as if telling her in that moment that everything would be okay.

Sof blinked in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, her worries momentarily fading as Chris held her close. When they broke apart, he smiled down at her, his eyes full of warmth. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. “And I’m so glad we don’t have to hide anymore.”

Sof’s heart swelled, and for the first time all day, she felt a sense of peace. They turned back to the camera, and Chris, still holding Sof’s hand, looked directly into the lens.

“Alright, guys,” Chris said, his voice steady but full of excitement. “So, we’ve got something we want to share with you... It’s official. Sof and I are together, and we’ve been for a while. We just didn’t feel ready to share it with the world until now.”

Sof smiled, squeezing Chris’s hand as he spoke.

Nick turned the camera back toward them, grinning. “And there it is! You heard it here first.”

Matt stood off to the side, watching quietly, his face unreadable. He gave them a small nod of support, but Sof could feel the tension radiating from him. She wished things could be different between them, but for now, she was focused on the moment with Chris.

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When they stopped filming, the energy shifted again. Everyone piled back into the car, but the mood was quieter this time. Matt went straight to his room when they got home, while Nick eagerly started editing the footage for their next vlog.

Chris and Sof, sensing Matt needed some space, decided to head out for lunch. Sof was driving, the radio playing softly in the background as they cruised through LA. For the first time all day, Chris seemed completely relaxed. He glanced over at Sof, a grin spreading across his face.

“I’m really happy it’s out there now,” he said, his voice light with relief. “We don’t have to hide anymore.”

Sof smiled, her grip on the steering wheel loosening. “Me too. It feels... freeing.”

Chris reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers. “No more sneaking around. Just us.”

Sof nodded, feeling the weight of the day lift from her shoulders. The anxiety that had been gnawing at her all morning was finally gone, replaced by a quiet happiness. They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the city passing by in a blur as music filled the car, and for the first time in a long time, Sof felt truly at peace.

PART 3 IS COMING TOMORROW

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part 3 is the last one so don’t miss it. if you have any request of them down below.

lilsoftext<3

[rainesjupiter]

World Friendship Day

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Can we always be this close forever and ever / he saw forever so he smashed it up

[real-life-cloud]

💔

[peapod20001]

Ngl man..this made me snort laughing

[hmsmilkbone]

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[loveofmylouis]

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[the-yearning-astronaut]

Trying sooooo hard to get the first draft of this fic done tonight....

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Running off of two-ish hours of sleep and two bottles of coffee. I'm doing about as well as you'd expect.

[asakurahaos]

the cb is at 6am for me and like.... im having some health issues so even the thought of staying up feels like hell, but if i go to sleep ill just wake up every 5 minutes thinking its already out and im late

[yuukiiqwq]

Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.

It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that you would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.

He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?

"Satoru, calm down."

He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.

"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."

Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.

That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.

He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.

"Satoru," he sighs.

"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.

"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."

But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.

It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?

The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.

"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"My chocolate."

"Your chocolate?"

"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"

"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."

Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?

"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."

He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?

Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.

"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.

Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?

He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.

"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."

A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.

"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"

You laughed at his antics– "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."

He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he mutters– "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."

[theimpossibleness]

Ohhh I actually don't like doing this

[isabelguerra]

Wizard AU: People are always surprised that Cody & Lisa are from such a powerful pure-blood family, as Jones is a pretty common muggle sirname

YHIS IS FROM JANUARYYYY IM SORRY.

Ok so heres the Deal. Right. I Dont plan on fully writing out the blood purity system in wizard au. it’s going to be toned down, a LOT, because rowligns level of fascist-eugenics bigotry is 1) not something i want in my story 2) needlessly violent for the metaphor it was intended as.

i do: want to keep the concept

i do: want to portray it as a BAD THING.

so irt ur ask, anon from january, the notion of a ‘pureblood’ family will be much much more similar to ‘old money’— EXECPT to those within wizard high society, many of which are Assholes. a good example is, as youll have it, the guerra family!

Wizard AU francisco guerra is an old, OLD wizard (ghost wizard) whose beliefs on the household are horribly outdated. progressive in the normal ways, but as a renowned wizard whose name and teaching methods are in textbooks, his foremost concern is the notion of taking magic seriously. which asks, naturally, how can someone take magic seriously if they have only been aware of the concept for a handful of years? without knowing its customs? its traditions? magic has been in the guerra family for generations. theyre old magic. theyve never known anything else. francisco has an amount of distain for max and johnny because they were raised in the non-wizarding world and he believes isabel should be hanging out with someone of lengthier family status, like the good heiress she is. but it’s always portrayed that franciscos worldview is stifling isabel, driving her away from taking over the family legacy. to her, its an embarrassment. francisco may be world-renowned and have fanboys i her DatDA class, but at a personal distance his so-called ‘lofty beliefs’ do nothig but harm her.

so in short, theres no ‘pureblood’ vs ‘muggle’ objective truth. for most of the au world, its a conversation starter and ends at that. anyone who genuinely believes in the idea of ‘long exclusive wizarding family lineage’ = ‘pure’ blood will never, ever be believed to be anything other than something to learn from. we are who we make ourselves ito, not who we’re born as.

cody and lisa? idk what their deal is. davey doesnt exist in this au. amaybe they both DO have wizard parents. maybe not. not my business