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ak319 · 8 months ago

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Lovesick Rich Gf x Fem gp reader🛍️💋

(Headcanon)

(Warnings: Toxic love, obsessed, implied sexual content, possessive themes, blackmailing,)

Roxi Moores, your girlfriend is the daughter of Altan Moores, owner of the Mooranda hotel chain which is their family-owned business. That's right, their family is half Turkish and half English. Not to forget she is an international model. You, however, were a simple college student who got a job at one of the Hotel branches as a server.

Roxi was one of those people who didn't pay much attention to the people catering to her as she was always used to being pampered. But when you came to take her order dressed in that white dress shirt, with a notepad in your hands, and greeted her and her girlfriends in that cushioned urbane voice, she nearly folded right there. That night is what Roxy now celebrates as your guys' "Love at first sight anniversary" even though it was only one-sided and your ass was so aloof at that time of serving her. You didn't even know until she left that she was the owner's DAUGHTER!

Anyway, Roxi had set her eyes on you and you are damn wrong if you think she doesn't get what she wants. It's not like she lacks anything. She has charisma, looks, and money, though she could tell you were not a person to fall for someone's wealth so she had to work hard. And really hard to get such an attractive, nice woman like you at her feet.

Her alluring blue eyes made you weak in the knees, not to forget her honeyed voice and her luscious caramel brown hair. You began to see her more at the dining and eventually, you responded to her flirting too sometimes but there was this nagging voice at the back of your head reminding you of your status and how it might be so wrong and disastrous to date Altan's only daughter. But she convinced you and convinced you well ♡ by easily luring you into her suite. God, you couldn't believe how you even scored that night just by getting a job there.

Your apprehension about her father's opinion was cleared when she out of the blue once brought him for not more than 5 minutes due to his busy schedule and introduced you. To this day you still wonder how you kept your composure when meeting a billionaire as his daughter's GF and as a lowly SERVER and that too in a WEEK of DATING?! Well to be fair at that point you thought that you were still in a situation-ship but Roxi made no mistake of reminding you that you were her girlfriend.

Then, your relationship with her began and you had no idea how your life would change when looking back on it now.

She was cute, smart, and elegant. You absolutely adore how she is attentive towards you. She listened to your rants about your college dramas and would be like a strict parent if you missed one day of your gym. Yes, she would be MAD if you didn't work out. She is obsessed with your abs and will even put stickers on them or would doodle with her glitter Sharpies giggling after riding you dry while you are laying there still trying to find your ass in the milky way. Not that you minded but now you didn't get to skip the workout and would have to send her a snap as soon as you step into the gym. She is the one who sits on your back like a princess as you do pushups or makes you do them on top of her for practice as she pays you with kisses on each one you do.

She would give you a private catwalk trying to distract you from studying or your game time by trying on the sensual nighties she could get her hands on. Passwords are non-existent between you both and don't you dare remove her picture as your wallpaper. You can only change it to a different picture. She does the same with her phone.

As this was your first serious relationship, you were indulging in the way she made it so magical for you but you were also overwhelmed. Because having a brand customize a couple perfume sets and bracelets only for you both seemed too much to you. Whenever you put forward your complaint of her spending her money on you as it literally made you feel spineless, she would throw tantrums and cry and let it be known that her tantrums are not easy to control. Thank God, you chose to discuss this problem at her house and not yours because your family would have their wits blown away if they witnessed this side of hers instead of the sweet humble chic girlfriend one.

Roxi, your number one supporter will be at your every (fave sport) match at your college, cheering you but she always looked so prim and proper while doing it. You never understood how she did it. When it comes to your attention and the competition, Roxi is gravely calm and it can be quite chilling for you as she is the clingy type. But she is indeed a secure and confident person and she trusts you too. The other girls don't even stand a chance against her so why give a fuck?. But little do you know that if she catches you initiating something ever, your life is going to get W-R-E-C-K-E-D. Thank God you’re loyal—one of the many things she loves about you. So don't ever forget that she is the only girl in your life. The scratches on your back remind you daily anyway. She never lets them heal.

How does she even-aren't her nails oval?! Nevermind.

It was however the other way around. You were the possessive one and she relished in the fact that you didn't like her wearing too revealing clothes not because you were insecure, you just didn't trust other people and the way they might think of her in their minds. Roxi didn't mind one bit as she wanted to be dolled up only for you.

The moment when she first found out you were pursuing a business-related degree, she had already formulated and decided every step of your future and you didn't even know. She was going to make you into a perfect daughter-in-law for her parents, especially her father. She was tired of being spoiled by her dad and wanted the role to be passed on to you now. She had already tested you multiple times and seeing how you gave 0 shits about her money made her more determined every time.

So as soon as you graduated she tried to convince your stubborn hardworking ass to first stop with this part-time job of a server for God's sake but you were persistent and did it alongside a corporate one but not in her dad's company. This enraged her further to her core. She couldn't stand the thought of you licking someone's shoes just to get a few bucks! In her mind, the server job was way better as at least it was her dad paying you and not some other bastard. She really remained patient with you whether it was when you took her on dates or when you gifted her something as she just loathed the fact that it was bought from the extra money that you were earning through your other job. After having enough of this bullshit, one day she just stormed into your office and grasped the attention from every corner. Some recognized her, and some were plain curious to see such a beautiful woman with such a furious look. She barged into your boss's office and demanded them to fire you. You ultimately calmed her down and controlling your own anger, escorted her out.

That was the day you cut it off with her...at least you thought you did. Well, you got fired anyway since your boss found out whose daughter she was and didn't want any trouble. You got texts from her, ranging from apologies to straight-up threats of you not ever getting a job anywhere in the world. At this rate, you had resigned from your serving job because of her and were depressed. Your family instead of supporting you took her side as she had hypnotized them with her sweet and caring nature. They wanted you to just accept the job at Mooranda International. And you did that eventually when her father came to your doorstep and took you to his company and hired you as his executive assistant which was such a big role for you.

You started your job and honestly, it felt robotic. Your soul wasn't in it and how can you forget the way it was handed to you, in a literal gold platter but make it a platter full of thorns and spikes that you just had to accept no matter what.

As far as Roxi is concerned, she visited you in the office as if nothing had changed between you two and soon you realized that you were trapped in this situation both by her and her father and could only act as if nothing had occurred. She re-entered your life and things slowly returned back to normal, and if you consider getting a mansion, luxurious cars and access to a private jet normal, then yes. Everything is normal.

You both live together now and Roxi finally got what she wanted. Making you spoil her every day by demanding things left and right. She fantasized about waking up every day and seeing you get ready to go work with her father and it was finally true!. Every morning she would make sure the maids got breakfast perfectly cooked to your liking and the favourite part of hers was to see you off with a kiss. After that either she went for shoots or just spoiled herself to look pretty for you when you came back.

Her father on the other hand made sure to be ten times harder on you than other employees to make sure you are ready to one day take his position and be a good wife to his lovely daughter. Despite his reservation of having his daughter date a server from his own hotel, he had taken a liking to you. He still remembered her tears when you both temporarily broke up and he sure as hell is not letting his baby cry again over your ass. After all, his dearest daughter always gets what she desires.

Speaking of desires, Roxy is insatiable when it comes to you. Now more than ever since you look so fucking sexy wearing suits and dress shirts. The way you drive the latest Bugatti La Voiture Noire with those hands of yours, one of which always has to be on her thigh or she's jumping out. She puts on the playlists she makes for you. It is so hot to see you be so serious and focused on driving and even working when she is all over you. Knowing that at the end of the day, you will fuck her anyway.

She never fails to blush when you serve her sometimes as it reminds her of the first time she met you. Her shyness and that dreamy look in her eyes make you serve her more often than ever that now it has become a habit at dinner time.

Don't for a second dare to think that you can wear white and not have her clinging to you to put a lipstick stain on various parts of your shirt. Seeing you embarrassed makes her giddy but she still doesn't let you clean them and instead makes you wear a coat.

Roxi really wants to sometimes make those adorable Tiktoks of relationship aesthetic but she knows you are not a fan of showing off and she kind of agrees with this notion as she doesn't want anyone's evil eye to befell upon your relationship. So instead she just makes such videos for her private account and posts some of yours in which either your back is facing her from the balcony as you're enjoying your (tea/coffee) or you're holding a bouquet for her, your face covered by the flowers. Such media in which the relationship is not that OTT. She loses herself in the attention you get online when people are curious about you, thirsting over you or whether it's her own friends congratulating her on catching such a fine specimen as you. The fact that nobody can steal you away from her no matter how much they try, always makes her day.

Now, her plan is to be your wife. She is just waiting for the day you pop the question. But she knows you are going to make it special so she can wait. She will wait. But it is so unfair that she has to. She has never waited for anything in her life and now, for the thing she wants the most, she has to. She could propose to you but she doesn't want it that way! She wants you on your knees for her. She is your everything, isn't she? And it's not like she doesn't have other plans on standby if you show no signs of wifing her up...

She had a previously failed engagement with a gold digger douchebag that her father chose for her and it was vile. She is not going to be treated like that ever again and you have proved yourself to be worthy of her and treated her better than her ex-fiance whom you hated too just by hearing about him treating your princess like shit. So she knows you love her beyond words at this point.

A snippet🤍

"Why didn't you respond to my texts?! You knew we had a golf date planned!". Your ears were not prepared for that shriek after the hectic day you had.

"Baby-I said sorry and can you-"

"NO! You are not going to work tomorrow and we are spending all day together. You hear me?! Don't you dare ignore my texts again!" She dug her nails on your shoulders.

She was currently on your lap in the tight golf outfit she wore specifically for you. How did she even think you would take her out in the skirt she’s wearing? She is indeed playing right now. But she couldn't stop teasing you with the way she moved on your lap and you knew she was doing it to make you more pissed.

"That's it." You carried her over your shoulder and onto the bed and Roxi couldn't be more happier. Good thing that she had already thrown away the condom packet.

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liwinly · 20 days ago

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( ♡ ) MAYBE THE MOON TOLD ME ABOUT YOU

───── AMOUR love sounded a lot like you breathing beside him

( catalogue ) riki & fem!reader 爱我 fluff slow burn romance slice of life 700wc skinship ♡ should i make a part 2 ??

ꢾ꣒ REBLOGS & FEEDBACKS

It was subtle at first. The kind of feeling that creeps in between shared silences and lazy Sunday afternoons, nestled quietly in the space where friendship lives.

Ni-ki had known you for two years. You were his best friend—his partner in crime when it came to late-night ramen missions, someone who matched his energy in dance battles, and the only person who could roast him into silence and still get a laugh out of him.

He didn’t know when it started. Maybe it was that one day you showed up at his place with an umbrella because “the weather looked sad and you don’t own one, Riki.” Or maybe it was the way you always saved him the last bite of your favorite snack, without even thinking. Or how you cheered for him the loudest when he mastered a move he’d been stuck on.

But the realization hit him like a quiet thunderstorm.

It happened on a day that felt like any other—soft skies, warm wind, and you, sitting cross-legged on the park bench with a popsicle in hand, grinning like a little kid.

You were talking about something—your new favorite book, he thinks—but all he could focus on was the way the sun made your eyes look like melting caramel. And then you laughed. That unfiltered, crinkly-eyed, head-thrown-back laugh. He swore the birds paused just to listen.

And just like that—click.

His world shifted. It wasn’t a dramatic movie scene. No fireworks, no slow-motion background music. Just this quiet, undeniable voice in his head that said, “Oh.”

“I’m in love with her.”

He blinked, heart skipping a full beat, maybe two. You didn’t notice, still talking, still laughing, still existing in your effortlessly magical way.

He spent the next few weeks replaying that moment, trying to deny it, trying to rationalize it. “It’s just a phase,” he’d mumble while kicking at pebbles or spacing out during practice. “I’m just being weird.”

But he started noticing the little things more. How he automatically turned to look for you in a room. How your messages made him smile even before reading them. How he started caring more about what shirt he wore if he knew you’d be there. How he memorized the way you said his name when you were tired—softer, like a secret.

One rainy evening, it all snapped into place again. You were both sitting by his window, legs tangled under a blanket, watching movies. You were half-asleep on his shoulder, and he was frozen in place, not because he was uncomfortable—but because he never wanted you to move.

You murmured something about the rain sounding nice. He turned to look at you.

“You make everything sound nice,” he said before he could stop himself.

You looked up at him, sleepy and confused. “What?”

He panicked. “Nothing. Just saying the rain’s cool. Yeah.”

You squinted at him suspiciously, but you didn’t press. Instead, you leaned your head back onto his shoulder with a yawn.

And in that moment, Ni-ki knew.

He was gone for you. Like, hopelessly gone. The kind of gone that makes your heart feel full and fragile at the same time. The kind of gone where your happiness mattered more than anything else. He wasn’t ready to tell you yet—but he would, soon. Maybe in the next rain. Maybe the next time you laughed in sunlight.

Because love—real love—didn’t need a script or a perfect moment. It just needed honesty, warmth, and someone who made rainy windows and melted popsicles feel like magic.

And for Ni-ki, that someone had always been you.

( 🍀 ) @chrrific @irasvr @amoressb @woniefication @cheruphic @ijustwannareadstuff20 @puma-riki

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https-bakugo · 1 month ago

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Chapter 03.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : sort of angst at the end? moment of panic attack though it's minor

You pressed the doorbell and stepped back with a pleasant hum. “I don’t know why you bother ringing that shit. I always barge in whenever I have to fucking come here.” Bakugo grumbled as you both stood in front of the door to his mother’s studio.

You looked back at him and scoffed. “That would be the nice thing to do Bakugo. You wouldn’t know.”

“Being nice is for pussies.”

“And here comes the attitude.” You mumbled under your breath.

Bakugo whipped his head around and glared at you, “Do you really wanna go? We can go right here right fucking now don’t test me-”

The front door swung open and a middle aged blond woman stepped out, offering you a soft smile, “Oh so you must be my son’s partner please please! Do come in! He never stops talking about you my dear- oh and shoes at the doorstep darling, are you hungry? Thirsty? Anything my son can get for you? Katsuki! Be a good boyfriend and help your partner out!” Mitsuki Bakugo shouted as she pushed the door open wider, ushering both of you inside her studio.

“God fucking damnit you hag! Shut the actual fuck up! You know we’re not actually dating! And they can handle themselves! I don’t gotta do shit for them!” Bakugo shouted at his mother as he tugged off his shoes.

“Bakugo!” You whipped your head around and glared at him, eyes narrowed into slits. “Watch your fucking language when you speak to your fucking mother goddamn it! I’m not risking losing an opportunity like this all because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut you dumb piece of shit!” You hissed back at him.

Bakugo stared at you.

Mitsuki smiled.

Bakugo grumbled as you stepped into the studio, the tips of his ears flushing a soft red as his mother nudged him and grinned. He rolled his eyes and followed behind you, crossing his arms across his chest and looking around.

The studio was unfortunately - or maybe it was fortunately - the same as he remembered it when he was younger; and throughout all the different parts of his life.

His mother’s desk was placed in the same shitty corner, and those creepy looking mannequins were still standing in every corner that they could possibly be placed without being knocked over - each one was covered in some sort of fabric, some of the outfits were finished, some were still a mess of stitching and needle work.

There were things on the floor, scraps of fabric and tape measures and the whole place smelted of baked goods, like the oven had just been turned off and if he squinted - he could see a small Katsuki and Izuku, reaching for the caramel and chocolate chip cookies behind Mitsuki’s back - before two simultaneous wails would break her out of her thought. She would have to end up putting her needle down and pulling her glasses off her face before tending to the two boys, one whom she scolded and the other whom she carefully doted over.

That particular memory brought a small smile to Bakugo’s face.

He looked around more before his eyes met a small area in the back of the studio which he had dubbed “The hero’s corner” as a child.

When he was younger he would sit on the floor and play with his action figures. When he started school the toys were replaced with notebooks and pens. He remembered one instance, during first year of highschool, where he was perched in his chair, furiously scribbling in his journal, (He was much too prideful to call it a diary) about you. Pages upon pages wasted as he ranted about how much he hated you.

The strangest part?

He had a nagging feeling that he really didn’t hate you-

Nope. Not going down that train of thought today. Thanks a lot Eijirou for putting that idea in my head in the first place. I hope you’re hit by a fucking train shitty hair.

“Katsuki are you even listening!” Mitsuki shouted at Bakugo who snapped back to reality, whipping his head back around and glaring at his mother.

“Shut up you hag! I don’t even know why the fuck I’m here! You already have all of my fucking measurements from when I was fucking born why do I gotta be here for?” He snapped back, fists clenched. Every moment he spent with you in his general vicinity was fucking torture and he felt like he was drowning. The smell of your perfume or shampoo or whatever the fuck you were wearing that he was smelling was slowly killing him here.

"Y'know what fuck it I'm stepping outside for some air. It smells like shit in here. Open a window or something." Bakugo sighed, shaking his head as he stepped outside, sitting on the stairs.

He ran a hand through his ashy blond hair.

“Fucking shit Shitty Hair.” He hissed under his breath.

"This is going to suck so much ass." You sighed.

"Yep."

"Why do I gotta do this shit with you?"

"I'd be damned if I knew." Bakugo mumbled.

Your outfit was stunning and damn, did you feel stunning. Mitsuki really outdid herself when it came to the outfit. It was such a shame that it had to be used on Bakugo of all people. You nervously wiped your hands down your outfit, you had been to a few of these gala’s in the past - hero work tended to come with a lot more rubbing shoulders then you had been led to expect. “How long do we have to be doing this?” You whispered, turning to meet Bakugo’s stern gaze as he stared straight ahead. He clenched his jaw and shrugged.

“Until the press gets what they want I guess.” He mumbled. He didn’t know how long it would take for them to get here - or when they would leave. When they drain us of our blood. For fuck’s sake. I don’t want to be here. I’d rather be at home right now. Or at the gym. Or god knows where.

Bakugo clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he forced himself to stare straight ahead. It was suffocating being in here. He thought the studio was bad? His sports car was a million times worse.

You were so fucking close. If he turned his head just a little bit to the side he would be able to point out and count each individual blemish on your face.

The car reeked of whatever you were wearing.

Again, not in a bad way. But shit - Bakugo was drowning.

Like he had been caught up in a rip and he was trying so fucking hard to swim to the sides - to safety but you were there and you were smiling at him, looking at him with those eyes and you grabbed him by the leg and forced his head under.

The worst part was that he knew it was going to get worse for him.

And it was all Kirishima’s fault. He was the one that planted this stupid idea in his head in the first place - if he had kept his big mouth shut Bakugo wouldn’t be here worrying about mending a broken relationship.

Shit.

You were going to be the death of him.

He sighed as the sleek sports car pulled up the venue. “Let me get the door for you.” Bakugo mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “What a gentleman.” You muttered under your breath as your ‘date’ stepped outside and pulled the door open for you. He reached for your hand but you slapped it away, throwing a glare at him.

“Don’t. I can handle myself.” You hissed under your breath.

Bakugo scoffed and pulled away, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in. “Did you forget? We gotta put on a show for these blood hungry demons society calls paparazzi. I don’t wanna be doing this shit either but it’s not like we have a fucking choice anyways. So pull that fucking stick out of your ass and take my fucking hand.”

You sighed defeatedly and debated your options, mulling a few thoughts in your head before you reached for Bakugo’s hand, holding your piercing glare as he intertwined his fingers with your own. He met your eyes and a silent understanding sparked between you both.

An hour. Tops. In and out. Give the press what they want so they can bump up our image. And then get the fuck out of there.

“Glad to see we agree on something…” Bakugo mumbled under his breath as he led you up the stairs, the flash of the cameras blinding him. A deep scowl etched into his face as he huffed.

You nudged him softly, meeting his gaze. “Smile.” You whispered as you both stepped up against the doors. “And stop stepping on my shoe.” You hissed.

Bakugo rolled his eyes.

You both smiled as the cameras flashed away, draining you of your essence. Of what made you both - fundamentally - you.

By the end of the night you would be a piece of gossip. An image on the newspapers. The name rolled off the tongue of a jealous fan. The name whispered in adoration of an obsessive stalker. A name.

A title.

Bakugo’s eyes flickered to your face for a moment before his arm snaked around your waist and gave you a soft squeeze. I’m here for you.

“Are you good?” Bakugo whispered as he led you inside. “You looked kinda out of it.”

“I hate the paparazzi.” You mumbled as he led you up the stairs.

“Yeah well. You don’t gotta worry about em too much in here.” He shrugged, letting his arm drop when the flashing lights were out of view. “Chill out with your friends, do whatever I dunno. I’ll text you at eleven to pick you up and go home. Alright?” Bakugo gave you a one over, eyes flickering from your face down to your body and then back up to your face.

The stare made you slightly self conscious.

Don’t look at me like that.

You huffed, raising your arms to your chest, nodding as you averted your gaze.

Bakugo stared at you, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Right uh.. Be safe I guess.” He mumbled.

You nodded. “Yea… uh you too?”

“You’re out here? Shouldn’t you be inside?” Bakugo’s voice came out as gruff as he stepped out onto the balcony. You didn’t bother turning around as he moved to stand beside you. You took in a deep inhale of the fresh night air.

It was biting against your arms.

“Yea… I got tired of being there. My social battery is a little low today so y'know? I just needed the space.” You mumbled, not bothered to explain your reasons for staying outside to the likes of Bakugo.

He merely nodded as he wordlessly stared up at the sky. “Can I ask you something?”

“You already did.”

“Something else idiot.”

You snorted, covering it up with a cough. “Yea go ahead.”

“You hate me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was an observation.

You hated Bakugo.

You hated his ego.

You hated his pride.

You hated the way he made you feel like a pebble in his path to success.

You hated his anger.

You hated the way he had changed.

You hated how he tried to remedy things.

You hated the way his eyes sparked.

You hated the way he spoke to you - so soft and delicate, like a flower losing its petals.

You hated him.

A chill ran up your arms, and you rubbed them softly. Did I forget my coat in the car? I got so worked up over the whole gala I forgot my coat!

You were about to curse out loud at your stupidity - but before you were able to, you were enveloped by a soft caramel scent mixed with something spicy? Cinnamon?

“You’re shivering.” Bakugo pointed out. “You left your coat in the car.”

You huffed, pulling his suit jacket closer. “Thanks…” You mumbled looking up at the sky. “Do you… like the stars?” You looked over at Bakugo who was staring up at the inky void. The light pollution was annoying, you could barely see a thing, but the small little dots that you did see would lift your spirits anyways.

Even if most of them were dead.

“I do.” He nodded. “You didn’t answer my question.” He turned to you. “Do you hate me?”

You went silent for a moment, pulling the jacket closer and looking back up. “Yea.”

“Yea. I think… I hate you.”

-> Masterlist

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applecidersugar · 27 days ago

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Sweet Treat

Soap x Baker!reader. Very wholesome, very sweet. Tempted to make a whole oc dedicated to this idea tbh. I have not written in ages, so if this is bad or has odd pacing, I promise I can write 😭. Also, there are not really any triggers so don't worry! Just some wholesome fluff. Also shout out to @readgoods for responding to my ask and inspiring this piece.

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Soap has lived in the same cycle for as long as he could remember. Blood, gunfire, smoke. Life and death situations that he had no ability to control. Unmanageable stress he tried so hard to get a grip on. The man had no consistency in his life ever since he enlisted.

The one bit of normality Johnny had was bakeries.

Every town, every village, every place has that one good shop to buy something sweet. From German Apple Pancakes to Coffee Jelly, Soap has tasted a sweet treat everywhere he's gone. It's consistent, it's sweet. It brings light to otherwise dark times in his life.

So when he heard the town he was stationed in had a brand new bakery opening, Soap knew he'd have to go. So on his one day off, the man got dressed and walked down to town just for some sweets. When he actually arrived at the bakery, the soldier had to stop and compare photos.

The ones on the map showed this... beige building. But the building before him was a soft lavender color with a hand painted door. There were flowers outside, there was a pretty sign. It looked a hell of a lot better than he expected.

Walking inside, Soap relaxed a bit. Just a quiet bakery with a nice seating area. The smell of baked goods and real coffee hit his senses like a truck. Setting his bag down to claim a seat, the Scotsman walked up to the counter.

He barely read over the menu before he saw her. This woman, who seemed sweet and a little shy. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when Soap even looked at the counter. Maybe she was stunned someone like him had decided to get a pastry. That's a fair reaction, he's gotten that a lot. As Soap speed read through the menu, he decided on what he'd like.

"Hello, welcome to Berry Sweet Bakery!" The woman started, her cheeks glowing as Soap straighten his back. "What can I get for you today?"

"Can I get a caramel macchiato? No whipped cream just the caramel on top. And one of those little..." Soap paused, his mind going blank as the pretty lass in front of him gave him this big, doe eyes smile. Man, he's missed seeing women.

An odd thought to have, but a very real one. The only woman he's seen lately was either Laswell, who he had no interest in, or Farah. And, in Soap's opinion, Farah is basically his sister. So the man hasn't looked at a not professional woman in... in a hot minute.

The woman didn't rush him, didn't make him hurry. She just stood there with that reassuring smile. Good god, this woman was gorgeous. Pretty eyes, soft looking lips. An angel before him. Soap finally was able to snap out of his daze before speaking.

"Sorry, lost my train of thought. An apple fritter, please."

As the woman rang him up, Soap noticed the burn scars near her wrists. Such a sweet girl shouldn't be getting burned by her oven. His eyes glanced over to the little doorway, staring at the big ovens. It's a wonder this girl isn't hot and uncomfortable all the time. He breaks a sweat anytime he's on the field or near fire or-

Soap paused, staring at the receipt. It was only a couple pounds, but it should be more. He wondered if maybe he just read the signs wrong. Maybe he got the cheaper options this go around. So as the man went and sat down to wait for coffee, he dragged out a sketchbook. Art was another constant in Soap's life, all the way back when he was a lad. It keeps him sane. Keeps him human, he'd joke.

After a few minutes, that gorgeous girl appeared again. Soap barely looked up when she set the plate down, mostly in fear he'd embarrass himself. Out the corner of his eye, he noticed there was an extra apple fritter. One he didn't order. And his macchiato was a large, with an intricate flower made from caramel on top.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. But I didn't order-"

"It's on the house. Consider it a thank you for your service." The woman cut him off, offering a kind smile. Soap raised a brow before she pointed to his army tattoo. Ah. Right. Makes sense. Military discount. Not because she- never mind.

"Thank you, lass. Though you don't need to thank me. Seeing people living happy lives, seeing people thrive and live their dreams? That's what keeps me going."

The woman gave Soap a smile, and Soap swore he felt his heart skip a beat. Soap realizes now just how much he missed being around women. Especially pretty women. He could feel his nerves spike as the woman giggled in response, her eyes crinkling in a way that made lighting buzz under Johnny's skin.

"You're so poetic." She started, looking around the café. "This place was my grandmother's. She and my grandfather raised me. She passed this January. I thought I'd give it my go at the business. Ya know, keep her honor alive."

"That's touching." Soap managed to say as he reached for his coffee. In all honesty, this woman was the first normal person he's talked to. Lord knows Ghost and Price aren't normal. Taking a sip, Soap grinned. "I think you're doing great. This is incredible."

The rest of that afternoon was spent talking to the woman as she went about her work duties. Soap just smiled and sketched her at every possible angle he could. And the woman just kept working about, rambling about life and other things. When the inevitable customer came in, Soap was able to really look at his work. She was...wonderful in his eyes. The way she laughed, the way she scrunched up her face when she focused. All these little things seemed to add up into a woman Soap found to be inspiring.

And, if he was completely honest, she was hot. Like, Soap had to fight the urge to flirt with her because God knows he doesn't want to fuck this up.

At the end of her shift, Soap let her clean up and get things put into boxes. Though he was quite surprised to see this woman load up her van with baked goods.

"Hey, dove. What are ya doing?" He asked, leaning against the brick wall.

The woman smiled, setting the boxes down before turning to Soap. "I donate all my day old pastries to the women's shelter in town. Keeps food from being wasted. Plus raccoons don't dig in my trash as much." She explained as she shut her hatch.

"Aren't you an angel?" Soap teased, before realizing the woman had a box in her hand. He raised a brow as she handed it to him. Blinking, Soap looked back at the woman he just rubbed the back of her neck.

"Thought you may like some to take to base. I know you may never be back here again, so I thought you maybe wanna keep some for later in the week. Or share them! Just don't let anyone read the inside of the box. That's only for you."

Soap stood there in stunned silence as he looked at this girl. She was giving him sweets to take back to base. This girl seems genuinely sad that he's leaving. The soldier could hardly speak as he just held the box in his hands. No one, in any place he visited, gave him some to take back home. No one ever made him feel like he'd be missed. Not even his mother gave him this type of kindness when he left.

"I'll be back one day. I promise." Soap insited, making the girl smile. "And when I do, I'll be your little errand boy. Do deliveries, wear an apron. May even wear the silly little hat most bakers wear."

The woman laughed, and Soap knew he'd have to come back someday. Come hell or high water, he'd come back and see this random girl again. She grinned back at Soap before walking towards her car.

"I'd love to see you in an apron. And I'm gonna hold you to it, MacTavish." She shouted, stepping into her car. Sticking her head out the window, the girl shouted again. "I'll see you later! Be safe!"

As the girl drove off, Soap flipped open the boxes lid. His eyes went wide as he read the paper note taped inside.

"Here's my number so you can text me. And here's my Instagram if you wanna follow me. Stay safe!"

Soap practically ran back to base to show off the pretty girl he became friends with. He followed her as soon as he was home, and as he ate his box of sweets, he couldn't help but think of the pretty lass who he drew over and over again.

It's a good thing Price told the team they'd be here for the next couple of months. He couldn't hide his excitement as he checked his phone after briefing.

Maybe a sweet treat couldn't hurt.

#spicedcider #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #ciderspecial

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Chapter One: First Day at Playcare! (6,600 words.)

♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!

REQUESTS OPEN :) RULES IN END NOTES!

♡ Characters: Little!Reader CG Jungkook CG Taehyung Playcare Owner Hoseok EA Felix EA Hyunjin Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin Everyone else is Teachers!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!

After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!

Time to be brave!

Notes: Welcome! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

This is a very fluffy, very relaxed series that hopefully you can immerse yourself in!

There will be some angst but mostly fluff!

In this universe, Littlespace is permanent. If you don't know much about Littlespace, please research the topic elsewhere, since this story doesn't reflect how Littlespace functions in real life! Thank you!

The car's tyres grind against the tarmac as Jungkook pulls into the Little Sunshine Playcare's car park, a single storey building coming into view. It's made of caramel colored wood and black metal, a big welcome sign at the front that has a smiling cartoon sun attached to it. Arts and crafts are stuck to insides of the windows, so many colorful handprints reaching out to you as if giving you high-fives.

You tuck your chin into the soft collar of your pink sweater, peering at them nervously through your lashes.

As Jungkook chooses a parking space and turns off the engine, Taehyung twists around in his seat.

A kind smile graces his face. "Are you ready for your first day, sweetness?"

"Umm-..."

You glance back outside.

There's a man holding the hand of a colourfully dressed woman walking up to the front safety gate. He pulls the little knob and guides her through to the door, stopping to poke some buttons on a square thingy on the wall before heading inside.

"I dunno, Papa," You mumble as they leave your sight.

What if they don't wanna play with you? What if your teachers are meanies, and not nice like your Daddy and Papa?

"You don't know?" He sing-songs, pouting and reaching out to pinch your knee playfully. "Are you a little bit scared?"

Hang on.

You didn't say that!

Jungkook turns just in time to see you gasp, giggling to himself.

"I'm not scared!" You protest. "I'm not scared of anything, Papa!"

"Aww. I know."

Jungkook is sceptical. "No? Not even Lord Tirek?"

You think back to last night, when the big, scary monster appeared on the screen and you just had to hide in your Papa's arms.

You admit, "Maybe I'm scared of some things."

Taehyung smacks your Daddy on the shoulder, eyes wide behind his black glasses. "Luckily there's no Lord Tirek here then, right?"

"Right, Jagi," He agrees guiltily.

"Come on. It's time to get out now, sweetness."

You hug your teddy bear to your chest as they both exit the car.

Taehyung appears at your window, pulling your door open and leaning over you. He takes the big, red car seat buckle laying on your belly in his hands and clicks the two halves apart. The straps fall over your shoulders as he slots his hands under your armpits.

"Let's not forget your present," He reminds you, lifting you out of the seat and onto the ground.

As Jungkook rounds the car, he catches you chewing on your teddy's ear.

"Ah-ah," He chides, his tattooed hand coming up to pull it from your lips. "That's yucky. Be nice to Mr Bear, okay?"

"Sorry, Mr Bear."

"And?"

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Thank you."

"Here it is." Taehyung pulls out the bakery carry-box, slamming the door closed and carefully passing it to you. "Gentle hands."

"Good job." Jungkook praises. "It's not too heavy?"

"S'fine, Daddy."

Walking through the car park together, Taehyung strokes his hand through your hair, fixing the few fly-aways that have slipped from your piggy tails he very lovingly styled you in this morning. Your Papa is great at doing hair. Oh, and at picking outfits.

He's wearing a beige knitted vest over a plain white shirt, baggy pants, big shoes, and a beret.

The hairdresser's he works at lets him wear whatever he wants!

Jungkook, though; He has to wear a suit every day.

"Wooooow. Is that right?" Your taller parent exclaims. "You must be very strong?"

"Yes, I am, Daddy." You agree, plodding along.

For some reason, as he opens the gate and lets you through, both of them break out in chuckles above you. You don't know what's so funny about saying that! When you carried that heavy bag of rice at the shops yesterday, Daddy only had to help a little.

The door makes a clicking sound as the code is punched in, Jungkook pushing it open gentlemanly.

As you step into the foyer, you're suddenly hit with the feeling of being lost in a new place. You got lost in the supermarket once and it was so scary. Even scarier than Lord Tirek. You were about to be lost forever and ever until your Daddy finally found you.

You don't want to be alone again. No, no, no! A sad moan leaving your throat, you drop the bakery box onto the floor and wrap your arms around Jungkook's waist, smooshing your face into his breast through the black fabric. You're never letting go!

"Oh!" Taehyung exclaims, picking the small box back up. "Whoopsies."

"Whoopsies," Jungkook croons.

"Good morning," The lady at the desk greets, before her eyes widen. "Would you like some help?"

"We've got it." Your Papa assures her. "We're here to sign in Jeon-Kim Haen, please."

"Of course. Just a moment."

"I'm scared," You muffle.

"It's okay, baby." Jungkook soothes, rubbing your back. "Remember what you said before?"

I'm not scared of anything!

"I lieeeed." You complain. "I'm sc- scared of Lord Tirek and the air frier and scorpions and getting lost!"

Taehyung plucks a tissue from the reception desk box, bending to mop the yellow frosting off the floor.

Jungkook tsks sadly. "Maybe. But you're still very brave, Haen-ie."

"I'm b'ave?"

"Of course you are. Can you say, 'I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, brave girl'?"

"I'm- I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, b'ave girl."

"Good morning!" A new voice comes lilting into the room. You squeeze Jungkook even tighter, turning your head ever so slightly to get a look at the newcomer. A man as tall as your Daddy is approaching the three of you, dressed in an orange hoodie and looking like he swallowed the sun and all the stars for breakfast, the light trying to escape through his face. "Did we have a little accident?"

"We did," Tae laughs, throwing the used tissue and squished cupcake into a nearby bin.

"Don't worry. No harm done!"

His black hair is tousled neatly over his forehead, a rainbow lanyard laying against his chest.

"She's nervous about her first day." Jungkook explains, stroking your cheek. "Had a bit of a scare coming in."

The man smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons. "You must be Haen-ie. I'm Hoseok-seonsangnim. It's nice to meet you!"

"Hello, Hoseok-seonsangnim." You murmur politely. "Are the cupcakes okay?"

Taehyung chuckles. "They're for her classmates."

"Wow, that's very nice of you." Hoseok gasps, looking through the little plastic windows. "Ooooh, yummy. They look perfect."

You let him know, "You can have one, too."

The three of them burst into soft laughter.

"Awww. Thank you, Haen-ie. You're a very kind girl. How about we go share them with everyone? Would you like to do that?"

You pause, thinking about it for a moment. "Okay."

"Awesome! Good idea." He praises, even though the idea was his, taking the box. "You'll have so much fun today!"

"You hear that? Come say goodbye to Papa-bear, sweetness."

You let go of your Daddy to fall into Taehyung's embrace, trying not to feel too scared as he wraps you up safely in his arms, rocking you gently from side to side and growling like a big, happy bear. When he pulls back, he kisses your forehead and passes you off to Jungkook, who gives you a quicker, lighter hug and reminds you not to chew on Mr Bear because he likes his ears to be clean.

"I won't, Daddy." You promise, earning another kiss to the forehead.

"Good girl. Daddy and Papa will come and pick you up later, okay?"

"Okay."

One last kiss. "We love you."

"Love you," Tae smiles.

"Love you, Daddy, Papa."

Hoseok offers his hand to you. "Come on, Haen-ie. Let's go share these yummy cupcakes, huh?"

Taking his hand in yours, you bravely let him guide you away.

"What flavor are the cupcakes, Haen-ie?"

"They're chocolate," You tell him, remembering what Papa asked the baker-lady for this morning.

"Oooh. I loooove chocolate." Your teacher gushes, giving your hand a bit of a squeeze as you walk side by side down the bright corridor. Splodgy paintings and crayon drawings hang from little wooden pegs along the wall, all the cats and dogs and dragons and two headed shark-giraffe hybrids all grinning down at you with silly faces and glittery decorations. "Is chocolate your favorite, too?"

"Uh-huh." You sheepishly nod. "I like it- I like it even betterer than vanilla, but Papa likes strawberry."

"He likes strawberry, does he? What about Daddy?"

"Daddy likes chocolate, too. He goes to the gym a lot, but he says it's healthy so we can eat lots!"

He laughs at that. "Well, I don't know about 'healthy', but it sure is delicious. Oh, look! Here's our classroom!"

You come to a stop in front of a door with a sticker on it that says, 'A2.'

Glancing back down the corridor, you notice the foyer is suddenly very empty. No Daddy, no Papa. Hoseok distracted you. You face forward again, taking a deep breath and telling yourself, I'm Daddy and Papa's brave girl, as he knocks on the door.

It opens. A man with long, wavy hair smiles sweetly at the both of you, moving to let you inside.

"Good morning!" He greets, closing the door behind you. "This must be our new friend, Haen-ie."

The classroom is bustling, filled with squealing laughter as Baby Shark plays loudly from somewhere.

"We're doing some dancing right now. It helps shake out all those early-morning jitters." He explains. "My name is Hyunjin-ie. It's so exciting to meet you! I'm one of the EAs in this room, so I'll be helping you get settled in today! Does that sound good?"

"What's an EA, Hyunjin-ie?"

"It means, 'Educational Assistant'. That means my job is to be your best friend and help you with your work!"

When you giggle, Hoseok adds, "We've got some delicious chocolate cupcakes here for everyone, too."

"Ohh! Cupcakes? I knew today was going to be a great day."

"Excuse me, friends!" Hoseok calls out over the song, getting everyone's attention. "I know we're all having fun dancing, but we have a new classmate here joining us today and she's very kindly brought us some delicious cupcakes to eat together!"

Exclamations break out across the room. "Cupcakes!!"

As the kids come running over, Hoseok sets the box down on the nearest activity table. "Everyone, say thank you to Haen-ie!"

"Thank you, Haen-ie!"

"I love you, Haen-ie!"

A shy smile makes its way onto your face, realizing that nobody here is mean like you thought they would be.

Your classmates jump up and down like pieces of popcorn as Hoseok hands a small cupcake to you first, then sharing the rest of them to the gathered crowd, reminding them all to be patient and thanking them for their nice manners.

Peeling back your cupcake's paper liner, you take a big, big bite.

Mmm. Chocolate with sweet, yellow frosting and a tiny, bear-shaped cookie sticking out of it.

"Thank you, Heun-ie!" A boy exclaims, his chin smeared with frosting. "Dis is soooo yummy!"

You smile, "My Papa buyed them."

"I love your Papa."

"I love my Papa, too."

"Nice manners, Jimin-ie." Hoseok praises him, handing the last of the cupcakes to EA Hyunjin and two other men who must be teachers. "Haen-ie, you've already met Hyunjin, but this here is EA Yeongbok-ie and Teacher Yoongi-seonsangnim."

The first man, Yeongbok; he has blonde hair, the color of vanilla cookies, and a wonky, toothy smile sweeter than every cookie in the world. He gives you an enthusiastic wave, his voice deeper than even your Papa's. "Hi! Nice to meet you!"

The second man, Yoongi, looks a bit like a sleepy, smiley cat. "Hello, Haen-ie."

"Hello," You wave back.

"We can meet the rest of your teachers later, but Yeongbok here is our second EA, and Yoongi is our very talented music teacher."

The man snorts. "I play recorders, Hoseok."

"All the same."

"Do you like music, Haen-ie?" Yeongbok asks as he pulls out a wooden seat for you, sitting in the one next to it.

"Okay, everyone! Sit down to eat, please!"

As everyone gets settled, you sit down next to Yeongbok and Hyunjin while Yoongi walks off with his cupcake.

"I like to sing with my Daddy and Papa," You tell the friendly EAs, your two new best friends.

"You guys just moved here from Geochang, didn't you?"

"Yeah," The mention of your old home sends a pang through your heart. It was a lot different than here. The streets were lined with wild grass and old, proud houses, always a breathtaking view of the mountains sitting on the horizon. "We got here two days ago."

"Well, we're very happy to have you here." Hyunjin smiles like a pretty prince. "What do you like about Seoul so far?"

Oh, um... You've never thought about that up until now.

"I like Han River," You guess, popping the biscuit in your mouth. "And we're going to Teseum Teddy Bear museum this weekend."

"Uwaaah," Yeongbok exclaims, "That sounds exciting?"

You nod, chewing, the wet crumbs falling from your lips and into your lap. "Bea'ws are my fav'ite animal."

"Oooh, careful," He warns, taking the handkerchief out of his pants' pocket and using it to clean you up.

"Oh! Sorryyyy."

"Don't worry." He brushes the crumbs off your sweater, and then your bear's fat, brown nose. "Look. It's as if nothing ever happened!"

"Daddy doesn't like it when I get my things dirty," You babble, giving the teddy a kiss as an apology, "Or chew on Mr Bear's ears."

"Aaah," Hyunjin hums understandingly, "So you're going to be one of the messy ones."

"You're going to love art class."

"I love art class!" A nearby boy butts in. "I made a painting for my Mommy yesterday!"

"Yes, and you used yourself as the canvas, didn't you?" He jokes, pinning him with an cool, sassy look.

The boy does nothing but giggle, his teeth covered in bits of chocolate cake, before running off to join his friends again.

"That's Jeongin-ie."

As you bite and swallow the last chunk of your cupcake, Yeongbok stands from the small seat, leaving his own cupcake on the table and offering his hand to you. "All done? Let's go put your bag away in the cubby before class starts, okay?"

"Okay, Yeongbok-ie." You agree, grabbing his pale hand and following him.

He takes you over to the wall besides the classroom door, where the cubby shelves are all stuffed with the other Little's backpacks, books, spare clothes, and water bottles. Coloured strips of paper are velcroed above each one, their names printed on them.

'Jimin', 'Jeongin', 'Maru', 'Nathan', and even your name! You point it out to Yeongbok, who chuckles in that delicate, tinkling way of his that makes it sound like he's a magical xylophone. He takes off your purple backpack and places it in the cubby below your tag.

Returning to the sitting area together, you spot Hyunjin and Yoongi helping tidy the aftermath.

"This one was yours," Yoongi nods toward an empty liner, wiping down the table with a cloth. "Go put it in the trash, please."

Hyunjin adds, "You too, Jeongin."

"Okayyyy." The boy sing-songs. "Fine."

Scooping up your trash and dumping it in the nearby bin, everybody works hard to clean up before settling down in their assigned seats at the activity tables strewn across the room. You're unsure where to go, awkwardly hugging Mr Bear, but sweet EA Yeongbok is there to help you again, taking your hand and guiding you to a table near the toy boxes. Jeongin and Jimin are sitting there, too.

"Ooh, Haen-ie. Look." The man points at the back of the chair. "What's that?"

You follow his finger.

Wow! It's another tag with your name on it!

"My name!" You exclaim proudly as you sit down. "This is my chair, Yeongbok-ie!"

"You're right. It is your chair," The man praises this genius discovery, as he drags another chair over and sits next to you.

Hyunjin and Yoongi are both sitting at other tables, joking with the kids around them.

"Hi! I'm Jimin!" The boy in front of you cheers.

"I'm Jeongin!"

"These are your table-mates, Haen-ie. Say hello?"

"Hello," You greet, using Mr Bear's fluffy arm to wave to them. "It's my first day today!"

"Why is it your first day?"

"We moved here." You explain, "And my old playcentre is too far away to visit, now."

"Awwww," Jimin pouts.

"That's so sad!"

"It is a little bit sad," Yeongbok validates, his tone comforting, "But she's going to make lots of new friends here, isn't she?"

Jeongin nods so fast you think his head might fall off. "I'll be your friend, Haen-ie!"

"Me, too! Do you like dinosaurs?"

Glancing at the T-Rex printed on his blue sweater, you shrug. "Um... A little."

"Oh." He deflates, perking right back up again afterwards. "It's okay! I'll still be your friend!"

"Yeah! He's friends with me, and I like sharks, but he doesn't like sharks, and we're still friends."

"Okay, guys," Yeongbok interrupts, placing a finger over his lips, "Sh, sh, sh. Let's listen to Hoseok-seonsangnim, okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay!"

"It's time for our first class of the day, friends." You turn your attention to the front of the classroom, peering over Jimin's shoulder as Hoseok drags the wheelie whiteboard into view, uncapping an orange marker and smiling brightly at his class. "Now, Yoongi-seonsangnim and I were nice enough to let you guys have some cupcakes before class this morning, weren't we?"

"Yeah!" You all reply at once.

"Yeah! Fun, right? So do you think you'll all be able to put your learning caps on, now?"

As he mimes putting on a big hat, you all copy him.

Even Yoongi, Hyunjin, and Yeongbok, too!

"Perfect!" He lowers his hands. "Does anyone know what we're going to be learning today?"

The whole class starts giggling hysterically as he glances at the laminated chart on the wall, which very obviously reads, Monday, 1. Music, 2. Arts and Crafts, 3. Snack Break, 4. Math, 5. Nap Time, 6. Lunch Break, 7. Reading, in bubble letters.

Everyone shouts out, "Music!"

"It's Music!"

"Music, Hoseok!"

"It's what?" Your teacher squints, cupping his ear. "We're learning what?"

You join in the chaos, shouting, "Music!!"

"Aaaaah. Music! Why didn't you say that the first time?"

Silly Hoseok-seonsangnim. You guys did say that!

"Let's start with our word of the day first, and then we get out the instruments." Turning and writing, Word of the Day, at the top of the whiteboard, he faces forward and looks directly at you. "How about you choose today's word, Haen-ie?"

Oh! You?!

"There's no wrong answers," Yeongbok encourages you when he notices your apprehension. "What about Bear?"

You give a quick nod. "You say, please?"

He happily reports back to your teacher, "The word of the day is Bear!"

"Oooh. Good choice. Let's all use the letters at our tables and have a go spelling Bear!"

"Oh! I know, I know!" Jimin exclaims, wiggling impatiently as your EA reaches into the middle of the table and pulls out a velcro board and a cup of felt letters from the basket of supplies, splaying them out. "Let me do it! I know!"

He grabs the pile of letters, pulling out a flimsy G character and sticking it to the board.

"Good job, Jimin-ie." Yeongbok slides the letters in front of you. "Haen-ie's turn, now. We have to work as a team!"

Humming thoughtfully, you sound out the word Bear in your head. There's a Guh, and then an Ohhhhh. Must be O.

You stick the O character below the G.

When it's Jeongin's turn, he sticks down an M character, completing the simple Hangul symbol.

"Is everybody ready? Show us your boards!"

Chatter fills the room again as Yeongbok holds up the board for you.

Hoseok glances from table to table, nodding, "Correct! Yep, correct! Well done! Yeongbok's table, correct!"

Your EA gives you a high-five.

Yay!

"Hyunjin's table," He sucks in a breath at the last group, "I'm afraid that's not quite right."

Everyone at the table groans in defeat and starts throwing accusations around.

"I told you it was just one M!"

"Hyunjinnnnn!"

"You didn't listen!"

Yoongi's laughing behind his hand, shoulders shaking.

The kids keep heckling him as he grumpily throws down the letter in his hand.

Yeongbok laughs, "Maybe you need to move to the baby's room, Hyung? What do you guys think?"

"Baby's room!" The girl next to Hyunjin chants. "Baby's room!"

Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at her.

"Okay. Okay," Hoseok chuckles, taking back control of the room as Yoongi stands up. "Time for music, now."

When Namjoon checks his watch, he announces, "Snack break, everyone!"

Jumping up from your seat and pulling your bucket hat on, you can't wait to eat!

You file out into the play yard with everyone else, finding a spot at one of the picnic tables. Hoseok and Namjoon-seonsangnim wheel out two carts of food, approaching each table and handing out the small bowls. Namjoon; You met him during Arts and Crafts. He's tall and muscly like a sports teacher, but he actually teaches art and English, his face round like a toffee candy, both cheeks dimpled.

"Hello, everyone." He greets, placing a plastic bowl and spoon in front of you. "Did you have fun in art today?"

"Thank you," You remember your manners, licking your lips at the sight of the sliced fruit and yoghurt.

"You're welcome, Haen-ie."

As you stick your spoon in, Seungmin exclaims, "Yeah! I maked a rainbow! It was really pretty."

"'Made'." Hoseok calls out.

The boy corrects himself. "I made a rainbow."

"Yes, I saw. It was pretty."

Gulping down the dollop of yoghurt and crunchy apple pieces, you gaze out at the patch of sunlight nearby. Your class's art creations are drying in the sun, the pieces of paper swaying in the breeze, wrinkled from all the glue and pom poms on them.

"I made a dinosaur with Jimin," You garble as Namjoon walks away with the cart, your mouth full.

The boy nods. "It was a brontosaurus. Brontosauruses are the ones with the-!"

"The long necks," The girl across from him rolls her eyes. "We know."

Your dinosaur's neck was five pompoms long!

He gasps. "You like dinosaurs, too, Ahyun?!"

"No. You just talk about them all the time." She glances up from her bowl. "Haen, you have glue on your elbow."

You do? Shrugging a shoulder, you peer down at the side of your arm and scratch the dried flake off.

"And paint on your shoulder."

Oh, she's right. There's a pink splat on your sweater. You hope your Daddy won't be too upset.

"And on your hand."

... Oh.

"She got really messy," The girl beside her giggles. "She's like my baby brother, and he's only one!"

"I think she's messier," She jokes, making your cheeks go hot.

"Are you one, Haen-ie?"

"No. I'm nineteen," You mumble uncomfortably, hiding your paint-covered hand under the table. "And four on the inside."

"You should go sit somewhere else," Ahyun chirps. "I don't want you to get me dirty!"

"She won't," Jimin frowns.

"Yes, she will!"

Whatever. You don't want to sit with Ahyun, either. You pick up your bowl and stand from the wooden bench, storming over to the playground and ducking under one of the platforms. You hide away in a dark corner to finish eating your snack in peace.

Tears start burning at the edges of your eyes when you catch a second glimpse at your ruined sweater.

"Haen-ie? Sweetie?"

Sniffling, you watch Hyunjin as he searches the playground, coming to a sudden stop when he sees you. He looks like he's about to explain that you're not allowed to eat in the playground, but something in his expression changes and he crouches down.

"Haen-ie, sweetie, what are you doing all the way over here?" He asks. "What's the matter?"

Glancing behind him, you catch the other teachers watching the two of you, before they go back to what they were doing.

Hyunjin crawls in and sits beside you, long hair framing his face as he tilts his head at you.

"Haen-ie?"

You pout, "I don't wanna sit at the tables."

"No?"

You shake your head, poking sadly at your yoghurt.

"You don't want to sit with your friends? Jimin and Jeongin?" He tries, only to be met with silence. "Me and Yeongbok-ie?"

You admit, "I don't wanna sit with Ahyun."

He pauses. "Did Ahyun say something a little bit mean?"

You nod. "Her friend said I'm like her baby brother because I'm messy. And then Ahyun said I'm even messier than him because I got paint and glue on my clothes in art class, and then she said I can't sit with them, so I came over here to hide."

Sympathy washes over his face. He muses, "That wasn't very nice of her, was it?"

"No, it wasn't," You agree.

"Did it make you sad?"

"Uh-huh." It did make you sad. "I didn't get messy on purpose, Hyunjin-ie. It was an a'sident."

"Awww, Hyunjin-ie knows it was an accident, sweetie. And you know what?"

"What?"

"Art class is all about getting messy, little friend. Wouldn't it be boring if the paint only got on the paper?"

"My Daddy doesn't like it when I get dirty. He likes it when things are perfect and nice and clean."

Your Papa calls him a 'Perfectionist'.

"You're already perfect and nice," He argues. "And Yeongbok and I are going to make sure you're clean, too."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Yeongbok is new, too, you know. He's only been here a week. And he says I should be in the baby's room. Pssh. After art class ended, I had to teach him where to find the extra wet wipes, but you went outside to eat before we could clean you up!"

Ohhh. You remember now! After class ended, Yeongbok told you to wait, but you forgot and ran outside!

"I was too excited to eat!"

"Yes, you were." He chuckles, taking your hand. "Come on. Let's go get clean!"

"Okay!"

He helps you crawl back out from the playground, leaving your bowl at the table and stepping inside the empty classroom.

It's much quieter in here. The aircon hums above you, tables all clean and glossy. You see Yeongbok standing behind the partition of the exposed bathroom area, peeling open a package of wet wipes and digging through your purple backpack.

Both of you approaching him, Yeongbok gasps dramatically with a big, sunny smile. "Haen-ie!"

Hyunjin squeezes your hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you, Yeongbok-ie," You apologize sweetly. "I got distracted and forgot to wait for you!"

"Aw. That's okay." He says, pulling out a spare shirt with a big strawberry on it. "Let's get you into some clean clothes."

The two nice men work together to remove your paint-covered sweater and stuff it back into your backpack, wiping down your fingers and palms with the wet wipes afterwards. Yeongbok quickly dresses you in the green shirt and adjusts your bucket hat.

"There we go," He celebrates, zipping your backpack up. "That was nice and easy, wasn't it!"

"Thank you, Yeongbok-ie and Hyunjin-ie!"

"See? Nothing bad about getting messy." The older EA holds his hand out to you. "Come on. Let's go finish eating, little friend."

Uh oh.

"Do I have to?"

Yeongbok makes a confused face. "I thought you were excited to eat?"

"I am, but," You twist your shoe into the floor. "Ahyun was mean to me."

He frowns. "Oh, no."

"Hyunjin-ie will make sure Hoseok-seonsangnim tells Ahyun's parents she was being mean to one of our friends," Hyunjin promises. "And you can sit with me, if you like, or we can ask Jimin and Jeongin if they want to move tables with you?"

You wanna sit with all of them!

"Let's all sit together!"

"Okay, sweet friend." He praises as you take his hand. "Let's go. Your yoghurt is waiting for you!"

You giggle. "I'm coming, yoghurt!"

Hyunjin guides you back into the play yard, approaching the picnic table.

"Excuse me, guys," The man politely interrupts, pointing to a nearby empty table. "I'm going to take my friend Haen-ie over to the kind-friends table over there, and we want to know who else is going to join us."

"Ooooh," Ahyun's friend exclaims. "I do!"

Not wanting to be left out, Ahyun agrees and raises her hand. "Me too, Hyunjin!"

"Sorry, Jenna and Ahyun. This table is only for kind friends. You weren't being a very kind friend to Haen-ie today, were you?"

She gawks. "Wh-?!"

"Maybe when you're feeling a little bit kinder," He suggests, "You can come and join us later."

As she scoffs angrily, Jimin raises his hand. "Can I come, Haen-ie?"

"What about me?" Jeongin adds. "I wanna sit with you!"

"Me, too!" Seungmin agrees. "I'm a kind friend!"

You go pink under all the attention. "Okay!"

"Yay!"

"Let's go!"

"Kind-friends table!"

The four of you grab your bowls and go sit at the other, better table together. Hyunjin offers his lap to you since you might still be a little sad. Even though you're feeling better now, you still climb up onto his thigh, while the three boys sit around you.

"There you go," Hyunjin cooes, bouncing you up and down a little. "Ooooh. Apple? What else did you get?"

"I got banana," Seungmin answers, pointing at his friend's bowl. "Jimin got some, too!"

Jeongin pouts, "I got grapes."

"He hates grapes," The boy beside him explains helpfully.

You ask, "Do you like apple?"

When he nods, you hold your bowl over his, using your spoon to flick the apple into it.

"Thanks, Haen-ie!" He gasps, before giving you his grapes. "You can have mine!"

"Thanks, Jeongin-ie."

"Woooow," Hyunjin exclaims, "Nice sharing, you guys."

"My Papa says it makes our friends sad when we don't share," You tell him. "And I don't like it when people are sad, Hyunjin-ie."

The man suddenly clutches his heart through his baggy shirt, wincing like he's in pain. "Dawww."

You giggle at his outburst. "What, Hyunjin-ie?"

He makes a Grrrrrr sound as he mimes grabbing your cheeks. "You're adorable, that's what!"

You push his hands away. "Silly Hyunjin!"

Yeongbok comes into view as you all laugh together, setting his bowl on the table. "Hey! Don't have all the fun without me!"

"How are you guys going over here?"

As Hoseok approaches your table, you pout your lips around the pencil in your mouth.

Not good. Math is hard!

He takes notice just like all good teachers do. "Needing some help there, Haen-ie?"

You mumble, "Yes, p'ease."

Yeongbok gently pulls your hand away. "We don't chew on pencils, little friend. There you go."

As he goes back to helping Jeongin, Hoseok takes a seat next to you. "Tell Hoseok-seonsangnim what you need help with."

"Yeongbok-ie is busy with Jeongin and there's-! There's too many steps!"

"Ahhh, I see. Don't worry. Let's break them down together, shall we? Can you read the question to me?"

You look down at your paper, making sure to ignore the cartoon gardener at the bottom because he's annoying you. "Taeyun buys some-... some flower seeds. He plants five seeds in normal soil, and five seeds in special mulch. The seeds in the... in the special mulch grow double the flowers than the seeds in the regular soil grow. How many flowers will he have when they're done growing?"

See?! That's super hard.

Taehyun should ask somebody else about his flowers, because you have no idea.

"That was great reading," Hoseok praises you, before grabbing a blank piece of paper and some crayons from the supply box. "I've got an idea. You know what helps me when I can't figure out a question? Drawing it out!"

Your eyes widen. "There's questions you can't figure out?"

A laugh escapes him. "Yes, there are. Even teachers need help, sometimes."

"But you're super smart?"

"The only way to get smart is to be wrong a lot of times first." He explains, drawing some dots on the page. "Let's draw what we need to know. First, I'll draw the seeds... Five normal seeds on the left and five special seeds on the right."

When he's finished, he hands you a green crayon.

"Now let's draw the flowers coming out of the seeds."

"Okay. I'll try!"

"That's what I like to hear, friend. You should draw two flowers coming out of each special seed, remember?"

Nodding, you get to work drawing the stems.

After that, you add a yellow ball and colorful petals to each one.

"Let's add some ladybugs!" You suggest, reaching for the red crayon.

"Hang on. We don't need any ladybugs right now." He reminds you. "Maybe you can draw some in art class tomorrow, okay?"

Awwww. "Okay."

"Let's count the flowers instead. Ready?"

"Uh-huh. One, two, three," You concentrate hard and count every flower. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!"

"Fifteen. Well done!" Hoseok exclaims with a big, excited grin, giving you a double high five. "You did it!"

"I did it!"

"Go ahead and write the answer down and we'll have a go at the next one."

"Okay! Thank you, Hoseok-seonsangnim."

"You're very welcome, sunshine."

By the time you've filled out the math booklet, you're in serious need of a nap. Being smart is lots of effort. How does he do it?

Luckily, it's nap time.

You grab Mr Bear and head into the toy area, where the EAs have moved the furniture out of the way and set up sleeping mats on the floor. Your Papa packed your softest, pinkest bedding today. You kneel on the cotton fabric, yawning and laying your head on your pillow as Hyunjin pulls the curtains over the windows. Hundreds of stars light up the walls when Yeongbok switches on the lamp.

"Who needs a little extra help getting to sleep today?" He asks quietly, switching on the speaker next.

The sound of somebody playing the piano graces your ears.

A couple of kids raise their hands, including you. No matter how tired you are, it's still scary falling asleep in a new place.

Hyunjin comes over to you.

"Close your eyes, sweetie," He whispers, settling beside your mat.

With him slowly stroking your hair, you're drifting off into dreamland before you even realize it.

At the end of the day, while you're all sitting on the rug, Hoseok asks, "Who here had a good day today?"

"Me!" You all shout.

"Let's share three things we're grateful for today," He says, gesturing to a student. "Let's start with you, Jihyun."

She tilts her head. "Ummm... Art class, Yeongbok helping me find my pencil when I lost it, and... Oh! Haen's cupcakes!"

"Oooh. They were yummy, weren't they? Jimin?"

He's got his answer right away. "Meeting my new friend Haen-ie!!"

Jeongin's got his, too! "Haen-ie sharing her fruit with me!!"

"Aw, those are great answers. I'm grateful for our new friend, too."

When it's your turn, you shyly stare back at the class. It's difficult to choose only three things! You're grateful for the EAs, who made your first day as easy as possible for you, Yoongi for making you laugh as he taught you how to hold the recorder, Namjoon for opening the glue pot for you when it was stuck, and Hoseok for being such a great teacher, even if he's bad at drawing flowers.

"I'm grateful for my friends and my teachers and the EAs... and nap time, and brontosauruses."

That might've been five things... But Hoseok doesn't mind. "Aww. I'm so glad, friend."

Hyunjin does that thing again where he looks like he's going to die.

Yeongbok chuckles, petting his shoulder in support.

Parents start gathering in the corridor outside the classroom as the rest of the kids share their three things. You keep an eye out for your Daddy and Papa, your legs squirming and your heart racing like it's trying to break out of you and go find them.

The last time you glance through the window, they're both there!

When they spot you, their faces light up like they always do when they spot you in school assemblies and sport events.

They wave to you.

"Daddy, Papa," You cheer under your breath, trying to keep your hand in your lap. "Daddy, Papa are here."

"Okay, my friends." Hoseok eventually concludes. "I'll see you all tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!!"

"Bye, Hoseok!!"

"It's home time!!"

As soon as he opens the door, you jump up and run over to the big group of parents, straight into your Papa's open arms.

"There you are!" Taehyung gasps happily, holding you tight. "There's our sweet girl!"

"Papa!!"

"Did you have a good day?" He asks you, kissing your hair and letting you hug Jungkook next. "You didn't miss us too much?"

"I missed you so much," You muffle into Jungkook's button shirt. "But I had a good day at the same time!"

"We missed you, too," Your Daddy chuckles.

As Hyunjin approaches the three of you, handing your backpack and artwork to Jungkook, you pull away slightly.

"Here are Haen's things," He smiles.

He thanks the man. "Wow. Is this a dinosaur, baby?"

"I made it with my new friend, Jimin! He said I could keep it because he has a lot of dinosaur drawings at his home already."

"It's so cute."

Taehyung adds, "I love it."

"She had a good day," The EA smiles. Yeongbok and Hoseok are talking to some other parents behind him, handing more backpacks and artworks out. As Jungkook gives your dinosaur craft to his husband and unzips your bag, making sure everything is in there, Hyunjin explains, "We did have a little hiccup this morning, though. You'll find her sweater in there. It just has some paint on it."

Guilt squeezes you as you watch Jungkook turn the fabric over in his hand. "Sorry, Daddy."

"It's okay, Haen-ie." He shakes his head, zipping it up. "Daddy just wanted you to have fun today, okay? We can wash it out."

"I also got crumbs on Mr Bear," You admit.

He laughs at your sudden burst of honesty, slinging your bag over his shoulder. "We can wash him, too."

"He'll love it," Tae agrees. "It'll be like a spa day."

Some people might think your Daddy is the stricter parent, but he actually breaks more of his own rules than you do, and it's him who's always spoiling you with new toys, treats, and clothes! He's a big softie!

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then, Haen-ie!" Hyunjin says. "High-five!"

"Buh-bye, Hyunjin-ie!"

After you smack hands, Taehyung and Jungkook thank him again and they each take one of your hands, leading you out of the Playcentre. They listen intently as you babble about every detail of your day all the way to the car, where Tae lifts you in.

"Did everyone enjoy the cupcakes?" He asks, helping you thread your arms through the straps.

"Oh! Yeah! They were really yummy, Papa."

"No dessert tonight, then, I guess." He pouts, clicking the buckle together, before grinning cheekily at you. "Just kidding."

You stick your tongue out at him.

"Hey," Your Daddy chuckles, watching you in the rear-view mirror. "Save that little tongue for your ice cream tonight."

"We're having ice cream?!"

Tae closes your door and settles into the passenger seat as the car starts. "Didn't we tell you? Brave girls get ice cream, baby bear."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Cupcakes, new friends, a good nap, and ice cream?

You wish every day could be your first day at Playcare!

When you get a whole bowl's worth of chocolate ice cream all over your pyjamas that night, Jungkook just fondly smiles at you and sneaks you a second scoop while Tae isn't looking. He taught you that chocolate is healthy when you want it to be, after all!

Notes:

Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

Things I won't write. - Smut. - Self-harm. - Intense angst. - Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace. Everything else goes!

Current roles. - Taehyung: Parent Caregiver. - Jungkook: Parent Caregiver. - Jin: ??? - Namjoon: Art / English Teacher. - Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner. - Yoongi: Music Teacher. - Jimin: Little. - Bangchan: ??? - Lee Know: ??? - Han: ??? - Changbin: Sports Teacher. - Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher. - Felix: EA. - Seungmin: Little. - Jeongin: Little.

I encourage you to be friendly and patient with me! ^◡^

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icarus-does-fall · 1 year ago

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It's short an stupid but it fixed the brainrot <3

The hannigram fic idea that suddenly started rotting in my brain<33

I love these two crazy mfers a totally normal and reasonable amount

Somewhere in season 2 ig but like also just sorta an AU lmao

I need hannigram domestic bliss (except they're still crazy<3)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Will had once again been arrested and then set free because of over lying factors. It was becoming something of a pattern with Will being framed and then coincidently let go because another killer took the fall.

Hannibal, was of course the one still setting up Will, afterall he did stab Will only to moments later confess his love, but he'd be damned if other people kept saving *his* boy.

It was clear these two had a… problematic relationship but Hannibal knew how to be domestic on occasion, and these were one of those occasions.

After stabbing Will and begging for forgiveness while confessing his love, he immediately fled to Italy. Not long after did Will find him, they always knew where the other was. *Somehow*.

So of course Will found himself in Hannibals Italian Villa and one morning Hannibal and Will ended up in the kitchen together, Hannibal was cooking breakfast and Will was being a casual menace.

“William, please put the knives down, I need them to dice the chives.”

“Or I keep holding them, and try to stab you when you get too close.”

Hannibal sighed and continued to prep the needed ingredients for breakfast. “I have already apologized for that, must you keep it over my head forever?”

“No I don't have to, but it's nice seeing you squirm with guilt every time I mention it. More convenient than a gun this early in the morning too.” :3

Hannibal merely gave Will a slightly annoyed look as he took the Knife out of his hands and then kissed Will on the nose before going back to finish breakfast. Will bluescreenned for a moment, while yes Hannibal had admitted his feelings open affection from the man was still a strange concept.

“You're an impossible puzzle to solve Will.”

“Yeah- Anyway whats for breakfast?”

“We have caramelized french toast with a mixed berry compote for your child like behaviours, and I have a fiddlehead omelet with bacon and a homemade salsa.”

“That sounds- Hey wait a minute, I'm not childlike! I'm an FBI agent who have taken care of himself the majority of his life.”

“William, you point a gun at me whenever you want to get your way and pout whenever you remember your dogs are still in the states without you. Furthermore you pout whenever you don't get your way.”

To even further prove Hannibals point, Will pouted as his behaviours were pointed out one by one. The down side of living with and liking a psychiatrist, you tend to get psychoanalysied without your permission.

“Just shut up and make your breakfast already-”

Hannibal smiled smugly as he turned back towards the stove. A few minutes later breakfast was done and plated, Will sat at the bar, causing Hannibal to scowl from his place at the table. He mightve been a cannibal but he still had table manners.

Hannibal silently glared at Will, trying to will Will into sitting at the table. It eventually worked but not in the way Hannibal wanted. Instead of sitting nicely Will was sitting cross legged in one of the chairs and was breaking almost every table etiquette rule there was. But at least he was at the table.

“William…”

“I haven't done anything!”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you quite positive about that William?”

“Uh… yes?”

Hannibal nodded disapprovingly and continued to eat in silence, now Will wasn't nervous per say but he definitely was a little on edge from Hannibals reactions. Knowing his luck he'd end up with an ear in his mouth again while he slept.

Besides that one incident the two had a fairly calm and casual morning. Will did the dishes as Hannibal cleaned the table, after the chores were done the two ended up on the couch together watching some nature documentary that Will liked.

“You know this isn't going to last forever right? If I found you Jack is eventually gonna show up at the door too-”

Hannibal nodded, absent-mindedly pulling Will in closer to his side. “I am well aware of Jack Crawford's efforts to find me but I have ways to delay the inevitable for now.”

Will was about to say something else but Hannibal cut him off with a kiss, even going as far to bite down on Wills lip until it bled- The might have started to be a little more than civil but that didn't mean Hannibal didn't have issues anymore.

A gasp and a soft moan slipped past his lips as Hannibal kissed and bit him. Yet he returned the kiss with a similar fever leading to him tugging on Hannibals shirt, only to then he pulled away from.

A coy looking Hannibal smiled as he looked at Wills flushed face. “Don't get carried away now William, we still have a documentary to finish watching.”

#hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #nbc hannigram #bro gets called ✨️William✨️#gay

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strobichie · 2 years ago

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just sae, forever.

♡⸝⸝ summary: poor you decided to replay ddlc, but instead you were stuck in an unideal situation. this is part two of just sae!

little note: i didn't expect my last post to get 30+ likes XD, i was never good at writing per se, regardless i'm delighted to see people enjoy my small short fic even if it wasn't that eye-catching. also, oftentimes i write for gn and fem readers and honestly.. i don't know which to use for this one. i guess it's up to you then reader ^_^ (small hints of inconsistent type of reader, reader's style and etc depends on her or their mood.)

your perspective:

huh, it's been a few days after that unfortunate event.

was i just pranked? geez, hopefully it was. the shit that 'sae' pulled back there felt real as hell. even his dialogues sounded real.

i heard a knock on my apartment door and froze in place..

i haven't gone out in days, i think i already became a neet.

my legs dangled from my bed as i stood up, rushing to the front door, i opened it, expecting to get ai hoshino's fate.. but instead... ---

"it feels nice to see you in real life." that.. was sae's voice. or more realistically AND honestly, takahiro sakurai's voice.

i perked my head up, oh... he was, tall. obviously. what am i saying?

he pulled me into a sudden hug, he wore the same clothes when he appeared in the manga and anime.

i was speechless, this... couldn't be real. i was just being pranked, was i?

"why are you so quiet? why don't you speak up, love?" he looked at me lovingly, gosh, my single ass felt blood running to my cheeks.

"no way, you're real? here?! in flesh and blood??" i said, absolutely flabbergasted. he looked exactly like sae, but i was still in denial.

"why would you think that my words were just empty nonsense? i was being true to my words... and you." he shyly admitted. why was he so out of character?

"and, i may not seem like the cold person i was in the anime and manga, but i.. since i'm with you, after all those times in the literature club, i actually found happiness with you." he continued to speak.

"...yeah, let's, like, settle this inside." i brought him in my apartment, it wasn't too small, rather it was quite big. my job paid me really well and i was able to afford quite a luxurious and spacious apartment. those years in school really did pay off, haha.

sae sat on my comfortable white couch as he looked around, surprised. i dug into my pantry desperately searching for.. something.

i was really warming up to sae now, i mean, judging from my tiktok reposts i reposted videos and edits of him way more often than rin, sorry... rinrin...

my eyes caught sight of my life long worth of candy stash, it could last for like, decades. or more...

i happily hummed as i took a big basket full of candy, walking to the living room and placing it on the glass coffee table.

"what are you staring for sae? come on, i didn't bring this big basket of candy here for nothing." i shot him a smug smile, urging him to take one candy bar.

"it's nothing, i just never expected you to be this welcoming and kind.. i'm... grateful. thank you." he took a candy bar and peeled the wrapper open, taking a bite into the soft chocolate caramel.

he was secretly enjoying the candy bar, so i took one for myself and swallowed the candy bar whole after peeling the tight ass wrapper.

"riiight, since you're a famous footballer back in the bluelockverse, i guess you need to get used to getting pampered and taken care of by me since you have no job now, whatsoever. but to be frank, i don't care. it's nice to have someone around me after god knows how long!" i said out of the blue, eyes star-struck. i didn't know why, i felt happier when people were around me. but when i was with sae.. i felt.. like i was on cloud nine.

"...sae, i don't know why. but i like you, a lot." two lonely bitches staring at each other, that was us.

"i like you too, {name}... i like you, a lot more than you'd ever like me." gosh, this stings. what was i thinking? am i hallucinating or just crazy? i eyed sae sadly, a evident frown plastered on my face.

"i'll love you till the end of time, {name}." he smiled, shit, i felt butterflies in my stomach. is this true love? ironic since he was a fictional character that broke the barrier between fiction and reality.

maybe.. life with sae.. wouldn't be so bad.

we can do many things together, like drawing and painting. playing video games, and going out together. like a real couple would do.

i found myself slightly blushing a soft pink colour, i actually felt happy, with sae.

"...i love you, sae." i smiled at him lovingly, and he shot me a loving smile back.

i finally felt true happiness!

author's note: might do a silly lil fic of reader and sae living life together as a happy couple, gosh, i'm a sucker for lovey dovey pairs wkdjskwksfr

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dairyminki · 2 years ago

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elle congrats on 300!!

i'm thinkin about cooler weather at the moment; could i give you autumn with mingi for a prompt? tysm and congrats again!! <33

✨️part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: pumpkin spice and everything nice

pairing: song mingi x gn!reader

genre: slice of life, coffeeshop au

warning/s: none

wc: 888

a/n: hello orion!! ♡ tysm for requesting ahhhh i rlly enjoyed writing this one esp the descriptions. i hope this one is to your liking tho ><

* reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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The sky is quite gloomy as you saunter through the wet asphalt road. A mix of yellow, orange, red, and brown leaves are scattered all over, the previous downpour having them glued to the pavement.

You got quite lucky that the rain stopped when you got out of work, or else you've been stranded at your workplace with nothing but the smell of leather and the sight of your almost robotic-like coworkers surrounding you.

It's a good thing you're out of that hellhole now, and approaching a quaint coffee shop, instead.

The bell by the door jingles as you push it open, the warm and nutty aroma of coffee and sweet caramel welcomes you, beckoning you towards the counter where the barista stood donning a brown apron over his head, his hair, a striking yellow and orange ombre.

The shop was bare, and you're betting, with all of the pennies currently in your pocket, that it had been this way since earlier today and the barista himself wasn't expecting any customers anymore to suddenly pop up.

You, being that unexpected customer, offer him a small smile as you proceed towards the counter.

"Hi! May I please have one pumpkin spice latte?" You state after carefully reading through their menu.

"Anything else?"

"No, that would be all, actually."

The barista merely nods in reply, and as he starts punching buttons on the register, you can't help but stare at him. Now that you think about it, his overall fit including his hair color actually resembles the colors of autumn. A giggle slips out of your mouth all of a sudden, making the barista give you a look.

Fortunately, he doesn't comment on it and just simply hands you the receipt, saying that he'll have your drink ready in a few. And so, you went to pick your seat by the shop's glass windows.

The sky is looking a lot gloomier than before, you take note. Although, not long after you've sat down, the rain came.

The sound of the barista's movements and the whirring of the blender and espresso machine accompanies your view of the falling rain and the dropping leaves from one tree branch to another.

The scene of the colorful leaves gradually forming a carpet on the road seemingly occupied you to a great extent that it took you a while to notice someone clearing their throat.

"Uhm, excuse me?" The barista, who was now standing by your table, says, finally earning your attention.

"I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now but you seemed to be engrossed with whatever's outside," He says while he puts your pumpkin spice latte on the table. Embarrassed, you mutter an apology.

"Thanks. It looks pretty, by the way," You tell him with a smile after admiring the aesthetically pleasing drink in front of you.

"Thank you, please enjoy," The barista says, mirroring your smile and then off he goes back to the counter.

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"Hi, I don't want to bother you but-"

"Oh my god, have I overstayed?" You panic, glancing at your wristwatch and finding out it's already been over an hour since you've sat down in this coffee shop, your drink perfectly empty. "I can leave now, I'm sorry. You probably have to close up already, right?"

It's not like you didn't plan to leave after finishing your drink. It's just that the rain is still pouring hard, you didn't get to bring your umbrella with you, and your house is quite far from here. You're not sure if you're ready to go out and battle it out with the ongoing wetness outside.

"Oh, no, no! I can't let you leave in this weather," The barista had the same panic lacing his voice and he's quick enough to make you take your seat once again.

"And, uh, I actually came here to ask if you'd fancy a few slices of this apple galette…" The barista rubs at his nape, giving you a sheepish smile.

For a minute you look taken aback, and just when you were about to say something, he speaks yet again, exclaiming, "This is on the house, by the way!"

"Wow, that's so…sweet of you."

"Nothing biggie, really. Just figured you'd want something to accompany you since your drink's already finished and I don't think this rain's about to stop any sooner, so," He shrugs, placing the galette in front of you. An aromatic mixture of cinnamon and baked apples wafts through the air, and it awfully smells like home, fall, and everything warm.

"What's your name?" You ask just when the barista makes an attempt to retreat into his spot at the counter.

"My name is Mingi," He answers, pausing for a little bit before he asks you the same question, quite politely.

"I'm Y/N, and if you don't mind, would you like to accompany me, Mingi? We could share these pastries while we talk or something," You say, already standing up to pull up a chair for him, because you're not one who takes no for an answer.

"Well," Mingi drags out the word while he looks down at his feet, one foot lightly tapping against the floor. "Alright, I guess there's no harm in doing that." He gives in finally, taking the additional chair from you.

"Good choice."

#mingi x reader #cromernet #k-labels #pirateeznet #Hiraya-M #ateez x reader #mingi imagines #mingi scenarios #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez imagine #ateez scenarios #mingi x y/n #dairyminkiwrites #dairyminki_atzmg #dairyminki's 300 milestone event #m: nebulousbrainsoup #💌—dream.with.elle

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handmemyglockenspiel-imgoingin · 1 year ago

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

This is my first ask, so thanks! This is a sweet idea.

Let me think of where to start here...

The beloved, my best friend (hiiii love you're lookin' cute today - ily so much <3)

Magnus, the stray ginger tabby my bestie found. He is a chonky big boy with the cutest little baby face and the most soulful cat eyes you've ever seen in your life. Very soft and sweet. I will reiterate: big boy.

Ben Galpin's Jonathan Harker from the Re: Dracula adaptation. His voice makes me very smiley :>

Artificial Blood, a comic by SodaWizard on Webtoon Canvas. These boys make me very happy and Julius has my heart. If you like robots, detectives, or cyberpunk, I couldn't recommend it more. (And give some love to the creator, he's such a cool, fantastic artist!!)

Uhhh, coffee! I have a lot of love for nice little cafes and coffee shops. I got the same iced caramel macchiato twice last weekend because it was a fuckin' banger. Highly recommend.

To be continued, I guess, because I just got a similar ask from someone else! But uh, yeah! Have a good day everyone, enjoy what makes you happy <3

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rippersz · 2 years ago

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𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

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(A Fem!Reader x Larissa Weems oneshot) (Funny and smutty)

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Larissa blinked.

She looked up, glanced at the back of your head as you watched TV, then looked back down again and blinked.

…The jar was empty.

It was empty.

And she knew she didn’t empty the jar. And she knew that if she had, she would have immediately restocked it.

But- but if there was one person in your shared chambers that had a habit of taking and not restocking, it was you. And she had mentioned it in the past, but her little love often allowed small things to go through one ear and out the other.

Well.

Larissa sniffed, put the porcelain jar with its lid as quietly as she could on the countertop, and finally made up her mind. If her lover didn’t listen to her when she spoke plainly, she’d just have to be creative - and conjure up a different method. But it couldn’t be too obvious, of course… and it couldn’t be too subtle… and it had to get through to that brilliant brain of hers before Larissa’s own mind exploded. Not that one tiny mistake or forgotten duty would cause an argument, but when it was repeated - well to put it simply, not many things slipped past a Weems’ notice. So every time you forgot to do this that or the other, she gave you a gentle reminder. And you listened! You were good that way.

But pushing aside the fact that you didn’t restock her stash, you also went against her rules. Her very carefully constructed, not terribly enforced, lovely rules that she made up for both you and herself once you moved in. And amongst those rules were very important ones- like not leaving the dishes unwashed overnight; or making sure the bed was made every morning; or checking that the door was locked at least twice before sliding into bed. Those were all nice and well and practiced every day, but the smaller ones… the ones that Larissa found herself strangely possessive over… were rules that often slipped your mind. Like making sure your toiletries weren’t accidentally placed on her side of the sink; or that your shoes were arranged neatly and properly by the front door; or that her jar- her jar- of cookies- went untouched by your eager little hands. Usually, you did as she asked, but sometimes… oh sometimes… you really liked to rile her up.

Larissa knew it was partly due to boredom or a general lack of amusement during the day, but she also figured that you enjoyed seeing her eyes light up with fury. And that, perhaps, you liked the thought of her being rougher with you - maybe going as far as to push you onto the bed and make you cry for her mercy.

Yes, it was all a little game to your adorable sense of humor.

But to Larissa? Well, before she realized the true ambitions behind your teasing, she found it irritating. And she simply couldn’t help it - neat and tidy was her neutral mode. And you knew that. You knew that.

And yet?

Yet, there she was, staring down at her jar and seeing the tiniest bit of leftover cookie crumbs… but no cookies. None of the ones she enjoyed- with the coconut and the chocolate drizzle and the caramel and- hell, you didn’t even like those! You didn’t even like the coconut ones! You said they were too chewy and sweet and that stranger flavors- like lemon or mint or something else- were better. That’s why your jar, with the sweets that looked significantly different from the ones she had in her jar, was on the other side of the coffee maker. And that’s how she knew that you did it on purpose.

But, then again, that’s also how she knew that you had forgotten. Seeing as things had become quite busy for Larissa and her job as the principal, as well as your own duty as a teacher, indulging in the little joys of life became quite rare. And one such joy, like her cookies, was something she missed. In the past, say about two weeks earlier, Larissa used to grab one of her cookies before she left for her office in the morning and grabbed one when she returned back to your chambers in the evening. The last she remembered, before the two weeks, was that her stash was growing smaller, but that there were still some cookies left.

You decided, at some point, that those cookies were yours.

Larissa let out a quiet sigh.

Her own lover… and her own cookies… she shook her head, drummed her nails on the countertop, and decided on her method of attack.

Hmm…

Hmmmm…

…Oh…

Perfect.

A wicked grin crossed over her red lips as giddiness filled her heart. Oh she’d get you- she’d get you and she’d get you good.

A movie was playing on the television in the living room and you seemed quite enthralled, but that didn’t matter. The movie would always be there. The chance to ruin you, on the other hand, wasn’t constant. And so, putting on a mask of sultry indifference, Larissa strutted her way over to the couch and draped her long arms over the back of it, allowing her skin to brush teasingly against the tops of your shoulders. And her hands, one of your favorite parts of her body, lay limp in the air - statuesque and definitely distracting.

When she heard your breath hitch a moment later, she knew she ‘had the cat in the bag’, so to speak. But all joking aside, it was actually adorable. You were just so easy for her. So desperate for her attention and so blushy whenever she looked you in the eye for longer than a few seconds. And Larissa, who wasn’t so used to being a dominant person outside of her line of work, found herself falling into the satisfaction of your patheticness quite quickly. Yes, she found that she liked the way your knees trembled after she kissed you - and she liked the soft whimpers that filled the air of your bedroom when she allowed you to kneel between her thighs. And one of her favorite parts of the more… devious aspects of your relationship… was watching the way your consciousness faded as she kept you on her lap. Her hands caressing your waist, her eyes bright as you slowly got dumber and dumber beneath her hold - all while she murmured the most tortuous bits of praise.

‘You’re so beautiful for me darling…’

‘So precious…’

‘No no little love, sit yourself back down immediately. I like the feeling of you in my lap.’

‘There we go… see? Not so bad, sweet one.’

“Hi, baby,” the sound of your sweet murmur drew her out of the steamy lot of daydreams she found herself dipping into, and successfully allowed her to refocus.

Right. She was on a mission. The sexier parts could come later… after you learned your lesson.

“Hello, dearest~” Larissa purred, bending her neck to nuzzle along the skin of your jaw.

It was soft. Delightfully flawed and soft and smelling of her perfume because occasionally you liked to dab it behind your ears. That was something she couldn’t possibly get annoyed about - it was cute. And stroked her ego quite a bit.

“What- um- what’s up?” Your voice was frail as you let out a shuddering breath.

“Nothing’s ‘up’, darling… can’t I give you some love without prompting?” She murmured, making herself seem distracted as her lips- soft and painted red- began pressing little kisses from your jaw to your neck and cheek.

When you gently tilted your head to the side a moment later, that told her your previous focus on the television was lost. And that it was all given to her. Good. That was very very good.

“I sup- I suppose…” you breathed, trying hard to keep your composure as Larissa sparked the most sinful blush to run across your cheeks.

“Hm? You suppose?” She mocked, pushing down the deep teasing chuckle that threatened to rumble up from her throat.

All you could do was nod, swiftly falling into a mess of yourself as your lover’s breath puffed softly against your skin and her lips drew lines across your neck. Up and down - one kiss after another after another - just lingering before moving to a different spot.

“Rissa-”

“Do you want me?” Her voice dipped into a low whisper, dragging out the worst of your libido while you shivered beneath her touch and worked to ignore the ache between your thighs.

“What?” Your brain was successfully scrambled - her sneak attacks always did that.

“I said…,” suddenly a slender hand moved and wrapped its long fingers around your jaw- instantly gripping it and dragging your head up. Your eyes met the ceiling, fogging over swiftly as a wave of lust ran through your veins - filling your blood and making you whine.

“…Do. You. Want. Me?” Larissa’s accent was accompanied by the smallest growl.

And you felt yourself float further and further away from common sense.

She was just consuming you… consuming you so easily. A few touches - a few breaths and a few kisses - and suddenly you wanted her to round the couch and hold your throat and kiss you senseless and bite your lips and your neck and run her tongue along the length of your own and-

“When I speak to you, I expect an answer.”

“Yes!” You nearly shouted, “Yes, I- I want you. I promise,” you rambled, swallowing harshly and nodding against her grip.

“Yes? You want me that bad, darling~?” Larissa spoke, drawing you into her trap with each passing second.

“Mhm- mhm,” your little whimpers of agreement were nearly drowned out by the forgotten television, but Larissa could hear you loud and clear.

And that’s when the excitement from earlier- the anticipation and the giddiness- exploded in her heart and caused a sharp-toothed grin to run over her face. Perfect. Perfect. Her baby wanted her- so desperately, she was sure- and she’d be faced with a wall of iron. Her poor thing… her little darling… she glanced up from the red of her lover’s neck and saw the way her plush thighs were squeezing themselves together- all in an effort for friction that her little hands couldn’t seek just yet. Not without permission, that is. Not without Larissa’s whispered approval, saying ‘Go ahead darling, touch yourself for me’ - oh no, oh no no no not yet- not yet. And probably not for a good long while. No, you’d be held in suspense. You and your poor eager little body.

“Hmm…” she breathed, turning back toward your neck and placing one last lingering kiss along the skin - right before pulling back and taking her arms with her. Slender fingers ran over your shoulders and eventually left you entirely. You whined at the loss and turned to face her - only to be met with cold blue eyes.

“…That’s such a shame, little one,” Larissa tsked, staring down at you with something sadistic swirling around in her gaze. “…You should probably think about that the next time you eat my cookies.”

And then you watched her turn around and walk away.

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Hope you enjoyed! I have one more request to do and then I'm free for more ideas or continued oneshots/other stories. Thank you for the support! - Ripley

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sashi-ya · 2 years ago

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月が綺麗ですね > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 ᴅᴀʏ sɪx > sᴀʙᴏ x ғ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡ request: @cupidcream asked: hi! if requests are open for the new event, could i have sabo with “your sweet perfume” ? and maybe childhood friends to lovers? thank you! (and sorry if requests aren’t open and i read the post wrong!!) ♡ tw: sfw. adaptation to a modern au about Sabo's memory lose and Dragon being his adoptive father. This was a perfect request for him, since I've always had the hc he smells like burnt caramel for some reason! SPOILER alert: "emperor of flames/ entei" is a canon name he receives, I won't state in which situation, since it hasn't been animated but yep, it's canon :P. ٠ wc: 1.4k ٠ ♡ masterlist ٠taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly |

The scent of burnt caramel, that perfume he always had… the scent every morning now, invades your senses and makes you smile…

“Sabo, my knee!” you cried. His golden curls, a missing tooth, his big hat coming closer. “What happened, (Name)!?” he asked, crunching on your side, inspecting your scraped knee. As sweet as a little boy can be, he took the time to clean and cure each and every single scratch you ever did to your body. And you did too.

Living in Baltigo, a big orphanage wasn’t easy, especially for two little kids. However, both stick to each other to survive. Became the best of friends, almost like brother and sister.

But… when you finally found an adoptive family, you and him had to separate… but, there was something you always remembered of him; the scent of his skin. It was so sweet and special. It was like how little animals recognize their family and the burnt caramel perfume of his skin never left your memory… because you could never reach out to him, ever again.

Even if you begged your parents to go visit him, the people from the orphanage told you he had escaped… and you never, ever, saw him again.

Years passed. You have become a uni student, and life couldn’t be better. Your new year starting, meeting new people always excited you. “Politics here I go. I still remember when Sabo and I debated every night about the disparity of this world, we were just kids!… I hope you are proud of me, wherever you are” you murmur, holding to your backpack and walking proudly to the first lecture of the day.

As you shake some snow off your boots, you see someone pass you haven’t seen before. Golden wavy locks, a long dark blue coat, gloved hands, and a face hiding under a black beret. For a second you smell something sweet, something familiar.

You blink twice, staying there in the middle of the lecture hall entrance. Some people ask for you to move, others plainly push you. But you can’t move. Could he be…?

“(Name)! Hey! Earth calling (Name)!” Koala, your friend, and classmate pulls you out of your own world of doubts.

“Hey, Koko! Ye- yes. Sorry, what were you saying?” you ask, shaking your head. It cannot be… after so many years…

“Come on, class is gonna start and you are there standing! It looks like you’ve seen a ghost girl! What happened?” she asks, looking at your still surprised face.

“N-nothing, love. Let’s go, let’s get a spot before the class starts”

You try to find that young man that walked pass you a couple of minutes ago, but you can’t see him sitting anywhere. You start to think he was just the product of your imagination, but… that scent… that burnt caramel perfume…

You sit, and while you take out your laptop some sweet voice makes you look at the blackboard in front of you. That young man, the golden locks boy… he is sitting right in the professor’s desk.

He has a burn scar over his left eye…

“Hello class, I’m gonna be the new professor for Politics this year! Nice to meet you, you can call me Sabo!”

A single tear runs through your cheek, you can’t even blink… Sabo? Your sweet “flame emperor” as he liked to be called when you were playing in the dried brownish piles of leaves during chilly autumns at the orphanage.

“(Name)… what- what is it? Are you ok?” Koala asks, shaking your arm as she sees you cry and smile at the same time.

“That’s- I finally- I finally found him, Koko! that’s Sabo!” you murmur, breathing for the first time all the oxygen your lungs could get, because your heart has begun to beat completely, because you were complete now…

He crosses sight with you, giving you that sweet smile you used to remember. He hasn’t change a thing. But he has become a man, a handsome man.

You are delighted with the class he imparts. But can’t wait until it’s over. You only want to hug him, to tell him who you are. And, forty minutes (that felt like a total torture to your anxiety) after, the lecture is finally over and every classmate is out of the room, except for you…

You stand up, running down the stairs that get you to the desk and scream his name. “Sabo!!” you shout, jumping on and hugging him. He still smells like burnt caramel; he does. He really does. The warmth of his skin feels so familiar, that’s your Sabo.

He walks back, receiving you in his arms but he is absolutely scared of you. “WH- Who- who are you?” he asks, leaving you frozen. There is no way he isn’t recognizing you.

“Sabo! It’s me! (Name)! What happened to your eye? Are you ok?” you -almost- yell trying to feel the bumpiness of his eye scar.

“Excuse me. But- I have- Apparently, I had a big accident and I can’t remember anything before my adoptive father picked me from the streets. I’m really sorry if you belonged to my past but I can’t remember you” he whispered, with sad eyes.

Your happy face turns into a bleak one. How comes he doesn’t remember you? But the scent of his skin, and… your memories? You choke back tears, everything can be fixed, you are sure. “Then you and I should go have some coffee, and I will tell you who am I!” you chime, yet with teary eyes.

But, Sabo is now your professor…

“Dear, I can’t do that… I’m your professor now… I- I can’t go on a date with a student you-“ he tries to excuse himself, with blushed cheeks, looking right to the side. He certainly finds you interesting, gorgeous… but he couldn’t…

You stiffen up your back. He thinks this is gonna be a date?

“No, Sabo… listen, I wasn’t trying to act disrespectfully towards you. I know you are my professor, but you don’t understand… we- we were like siblings back then! I wanted to tell you about our past…” you try to explain, but he stops you by grabbing your hand.

Sabo takes some air. He is surely scared of facing the past, but he doesn’t really know why. And his eyes burn like flames when looking at you. The warmth of the leather glove on your hand feels like a distant memory you have never lived before. “I- I guess we could have some coffee after I’m finished with my classes then. If you don’t mind, could you remind me of your name, please?”

“I’m (Name). And sure, I’ll be here by the time you are finished, “my sweet emperor of flames”” you mumble the last part, turning around and walking towards the door. Your hair flows with your motions, and the scent of your sweet perfume meets his pointy nose.

And right before leaving, you hear a loud thump against the floor. “Sabo?!” you gasp, seeing him kneeling on the ground with tears on his steel eyes. Running to his help, you kneel right in front of him.

“Your- your sweet perfume… (Name)… I- I- it’s you… you have always smelled like marshmallows to me… I just remember how in love I was with you…”

“Sabo? You were in love with me?” you ask, gawking but wiping the tears off his eyes with your thumb. You had always had a crush with him, but you always thought it was only you… and little by little you accepted you were only like her little sister. A little sister he wanted to protect.

“I- You-“ he blushes intensely. But, he hugs you so tight. And the sweet fragrances of your skins meet once again… a sweet perfume only you could perceive, the scents of your souls… “I don’t give a fuck about the rules, please… let’s go on a date!”

As many as you want, my emperor of flames… 💖

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icybabie · 3 years ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧*❀ dream girl daily habits ❀*˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Even if you’re busy these habits are so short and simple that you’ll have no problem incorporating them into your daily life ~☆

1. Sunscreen and skincare (5 minutes)

Take care of your skin angel🧴Sunscreen protects your skin from damaging sun rays that cause up to 90% of skin ageing and sometimes even cancer!

Just a little bit of sunscreen every morning and some cream every night can keep your skin safe and glowing for decades to come ♡

2. Signature sent (<1 minute)

Perfume sounds intimidating but a good signature scent doesn’t have to be expensive - mine is from bath and body works ;)

If you don’t even know where to start with fragrances, here’s a quiz to help you figure out what kind of sent would suit your personality

(it’s really cool! It uses images that trigger memories and synesthestia to find what kind of scent you’d like - I got gourmand with layers of caramel and vanilla which is very similar to my current signature scent)

3. Update your planner (<5 minutes)

There are loads of different ways to keep organized: bullet journaling, keeping a physical planner, digital planner, google calendar, etc.

I bullet journal and I love it! My planner keeps me motivated and productive, and I get to be creative with stickers and washi tape.

4. Clean your space (10 minutes)

Even just a ten minute clean a day can keep your space looking so nice and will boost your mental health.

Put on some music or a podcast and make it a party!

5. Give yourself a compliment (<1 minute)

I’ve said this tip before in my how to feel confident post, but this tip is just so quick and easy and will do wonders for your self esteem.

Confidence is key! A dream girl is confident in who she is.

#how to #dream girl #that girl #glow up #level up #level up journey #pink aesthetic #perfume #skincare #sanrio #self care #self worth #self love #manifestation #daily habits #sailor moon #kawaii #my posts #routines

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chuuyrr · 3 years ago

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chu what do you think of a scenario where baby fushiguiro meets the ghost of oda who has not yet passed to the other side because he wants to tell dazai how proud he is of him, so baby fushiguiro comes up with the idea of using his chaos magic to do that dazai can see and hear oda so that they have their reunion and their final farewell (if you like the stage you can make a request, I hope you have a nice day ♥♥♥)

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets oda sakunosuke

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for bungou stray dogs, themes of angst and fluff, mentions of scarlet witch's powers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader, dazai osamu x oda sakunosuke (not romantically)

hello dear! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. oh, to have had something like this for dazai and oda :( it's a good thing i have the power to make requests into a reality like the scarlet witch :) enjoy reading ♡

(p.s. i wasn't really planning to update today or tonight?? idk it's like 1am as of the moment. whatever was in that hazelnut caramel mocha iced coffee earlier, it gave me to motivation to finish this draft ><)

it was unexpected when you first met oda sakunosuke. when you arrived at dazai's location in ginza, you found him there by himself in a bar. it was smaller than the bar where you first met chuuya. it had an interior resembling a quiet, unassuming badger's nest, filled with a counter, stools, empty bottles stacked against the wall, and a bartender with a crimson vest.

"dazai-nii!"

you can still remember running up to him and being a little taken aback by how weirdly quiet and solemn he was in comparison to how you usually see him. dazai was perched on one of the stools, appearing to be lost in thought, when he heard your voice and turned to face you. at that moment, his expression changed and whatever thoughts you had overheard vanished.

"[name]-chan?"

dazai was initially astonished, too, but he was delighted to see you as always. why would he not? you were a ray of sunshine. he grinned softly and reached out to stroke your hair as you clung to his leg, saying, "god, we really need to stop running into each other in bars, little belladonna."

"this isn't a really good place. remember? a bar isn't really a place for children like yo—dazai said, but before he could finish, you sprinted past him and over to his side.

"iced tea!" you cried out enthusiastically, standing on the tip of your toes to reach for the glass with burgundy liquid when a ghostly hand took hold of it, prompting you to halt.

"NO! NO! NO!"

as he swiftly snatched you back into his arms and held you tenderly but firmly in his hug, dazai let out a loud, almost panicked gasp. "your chuuya-nii is going to get mad at me if you drink it! that's not iced tea [name]-chan! it's alcohol!"

you then turned to face the tall man who was now occupying the ostensibly vacant stool next to dazai. he had dark-brown eyes and reddish-colored hair. your eyes widened as you noticed that, in terms of the energy you could feel and the faint glow that can be seen surrounding him, he sort of resembles the ghost with a man-bun that you'd see around gojo and your house, which could only mean one thing.

this man, whoever he was, was a ghost.

dazai, however, had already started taking you away from the bar before you had a chance to react. "come on, [name]-chan! let's go to the agency instead, yeah? i'll buy you some apple juice on the way too."

as the two of you made your way upstairs, you blinked profusely as you peered over dazai's shoulder and waved your hand goodbye. dazai softly laughed at you. "[name]-chan, are you saying goodbye to mister bartender?"

if only dazai knew that you were actually saying farewell to the tall man sitting next to the dazai that day instead of the bartender behind the bar table.

apart from cursed spirits, seeing the dead had always been a part of your life; you were so sensitive to energies and such that ghosts were also not an exception to your powers and abilities as a witch. fortunately, when you came upon one, you weren't as alarmed. in fact, you enjoyed chatting to them for some reason, or at least tried to, but every time you did, gojo or whoever else you were with would become frightened because there was essentially no one else around.

you're constantly drawn to ghosts out of curiosity, so being terrified of one was basically the last thing on your list. thus, after learning more about the tall man you kept seeing around your dazai-nii, you decided to follow him.

"[name]-chan! guess what atsushi-kun and i got you? it's your favorite ice crea—[name]?" along with atsushi, dazai specifically left you at the agency to buy some sweets. when he returned, he was shocked to see the other detectives panicked, including the tanizaki siblings and kirako, and god why did ranpo had to be away along with the president?

"[name]-chan's missing!" in a panic, junichiro cried while grabbing the sides of his head.

"what?!" atsushi and dazai screamed in unison.

"we already checked the café downstairs, she wasn't there either." kirako nibbled on her bottom lip nervously as she held a worrisome look along with naomi.

"tch, this is bad. [name] probably teleported to who knows where. this isn't her world. what if she runs into the mafia? or worse?!" kunikida stressed out.

you managed to reach the man from the bar where you almost drank the glass of alcohol on the bar table while the armed detective agency frantically searched for you, dropping their reports and other duties. you were in a spot with rows of gravestones close to the water when you saw one in particular: a gravestone nestled beneath a tree.

someone was there. he was there.

you sprinted up the stairs and dashed.

"it's you." his voice was husky and somewhat reminiscent of sukuna's, but he seemed to be a lot softer; calm and collected, as opposed to sukuna. (if you get it, you get it ♡)

he had one leg raised to support his arm, which was resting on top of his knee, and was seated on the ground with his back against the gravestone. you approached him and softly grinned. "hello."

"how did you find me?" he gave you a surprised look as he stared at you.

"i.. i'm not sure." you admitted, fiddling the ends of your shirt. "i just.. had a feeling i'd find you here mister ghost." you exclaimed.

"is this your ability, kid? you can see ghosts, huh?" despite the solemn expression on his face, a chuckle sprung from his throat as his eyes turned to look at you with fondness.

"it's one of the things i can do with my wiggly-woos magic. i can see curses too, but this world doesn't have curses." you said in addition, now taking a sit next to him on the floor.

"this world? you must have really come from another universe then." he commented, shrugging his shoulders. "i had a feeling you're not really related to dazai. you don't look like him, even if you call him your brother."

"i just like calling him my dazai-nii." you giggled in response, "my name's actually fushiguro [name]."

"fushiguro [name]." oda repeated, which you nodded your head at in response.

"what about you, mister? how do you know dazai-nii?" you asked with big, curious, round eyes looking up at him. "what's your name?"

"my name's oda, oda sakunosuke, but your dazai-nii calls me odasaku for short. " he answered in response, blinking, "i used to drink with dazai and a friend at the bar where you saw me."

"odasaku sounds cute." you giggled once again, very fond of the nickname before asking him another question. "was dazai-nii your friend?"

oda's lips glistened with a smile at your question. "he was. we were good friends," he said, but the expression on his face made you frown. despite being a child, you were quite perceptive. oda was clearly thinking about something, and you couldn't help but quietly gasp as you peered inside his head.

it was a memory. to be precise, oda's last. when you first saw dazai, he was wearing a black coat and had bandages covering his right eye as well as his neck and arms. the way he was dressed reminded you of chuuya. however, he appeared to be much younger, roughly the same age as megumi and yuuji.

"dazai-nii used to be at the mafia?"

upon seeing the reveal, your eyes widened as you took in the scene that was taking place inside of oda's thoughts. oda was already on the brink of death when dazai arrived, and it was too late.

"listen. you told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to reason to live. you won't find it. you should know that. whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your expectations will happen. nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. you will wander in the darkness for eternity."

oda was encouraging dazai to leave the mafia and do good rather than cause harm in his final minutes before he passed away.

"be on the side that saves people. if both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. save the weak, protect the orphaned. you might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but... saving others is something just a bit wonderful."

using your chaos magic, you were able to perceive the prior scene as if you had been there at that very moment, heightening the emotional impact for you. your heart clenched at the eerie calm and the amount of red and visible dust from the enormous ray of light filling the space.

you bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry as you stopped reading into his thoughts because you didn't want to watch the light leave his eyes. it was too painful for you to see.

oda let out a long sigh, a frown deepening on his face as he hung his head, "i hope he knows how proud i am of him. that boy has come a long way, you know. he's a person who has grown tired of the world, but he tries.."

"stop that." oda looked at you with a baffled and concerned expression as you sniffled and shook your head at him, wiping away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "don't say those words to me."

"s-sorry, kid. i didn't mean to make you cry—oda started, feeling bad about watching you cry, but you interrupted him right away. you shook your head, replacing the look of grief and sympathy on your face with one of determination and a bright smile as you faced him.

"i want you to say that to him yourself!"

right on cue, dazai was now running to where you were at a breakneck speed after finally figuring out where you went. before you could react further, the brunet stooped down to your level and quickly snatched you up in his arms. dazai tightly hugged you while burying his face in your hair, clearly terrified of losing you like that and heaving a sigh of relief.

"[name]-chan! there you are! thank goodness you're okay. you had us worried sick." dazai breathed out in between his gasps of air from running, managing a laugh, as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck in return.

he then gently cupped your face in his larger hand as he drew you away from him. you saw dazai's eyes drift to the gravestone where oda had been reclining before and ask, "what are you doing here? how did you even get here? this place is not a playground; this is a cemetery, [name]."

"i can see ghosts." you exclaimed, causing dazai's eyes to widen. "and odasaku wants to tell you something."

"odasaku?"

as he said the name of his old acquaintance, dazai's eyes grew even wider. "he's here?" in addition to the grief that goes along with it, you could also sense the longing and desperation in his tone.

you turned around to look at oda, who shared dazai's expression of surprise. after that, you hung your head, took a deep breath, and then locked and interlocked your fingers while closing your eyes. the environment around you, including them, had been entirely enveloped by your chaos magic.

dazai was rendered completely speechless as soon as the dazzling red light of your power vanished. oda sakunosuke was standing next to you at this very instant. dazai was finally catching a glimpse of the ghost you had been describing and hearing about. so this is what you meant when you said that you could see ghosts because of your chaos magic.

oda's dark-brown eyes glancing at you briefly, evidently confused and astounded. "he can... see me?"

"and hear you too, but only in this space i made with my wiggly-woos." you explained before giving oda a closed-eye smile. "i mean it when i told you to tell him what you told me yourself."

oda nodded at you, peering at you with a smile before turning his head towards him.

he began, "dazai."

"odasaku." dazai's lips trembled as he appeared to be at a loss for words.

but since everything happened so suddenly, neither of you could blame him. even with his keen intellect, dazai failed to predict this one. he only deduced that you had fled to the cemetery. he didn't quite anticipate you to pull off this stunt with your chaos magic, as well as for you to know or find out about oda.

"it's been a while, huh?" oda shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i'm as surprised as you are. i didn't think this would be possible either."

"[name]-chan's full of surprises, isn't she?" when dazai reached out to gently ruffle your hair and you smiled happily at him, he stifled a fit of laughter. "speaking of which, she said that you wanted to tell me something earlier. what is it?"

"i'm proud of you, dazai."

oda wasted no time in saying, "you've changed and you've certainly come so far. i'm more than glad to see you grow into a fine young man and carve yourself a brighter path, something i've always wanted to achieve."

"odasaku.. thank you.." those words along with oda's voice were things dazai needed right now. "you were right about everything. saving others is truly something just a bit wonderful."

"you're doing a great job, and i know you'll do even more better." oda said reassurance, smiling. "i just know it, after all, i'm your friend, and i will always be, dazai. i'm glad to be able to talk with you like this before i go."

together with the mini-hex you encased you and them within, your chaos magic was losing its hold on oda. you raised your head to face him. time was running out. oda's wish to talk with dazai has been granted, thus he can depart this world now without anything holding him back.

"odasaku-san.." you tried to grab his wrist, a frown deepening on your face. sure, you've only recently started getting to know him, but..

you couldn't help but feel tears prick and glaze your red-glowing eyes once more as you felt his ghost of a hand pat your head, it was cold, but comforting. "[name], thank you for making my wish come true. if it weren't for you, i wouldn't be able to tell dazai himself. you're a blessing, kid, but could you, at the very least, do me another favor?

"what's that?" your tears trickled into sniffles.

"watch over your dazai-nii for me." oda proceeded to ruffle your hair. "okay?"

you nodded your head, "yes! i'll do my best, odasaku-san. i promise i will!"

"i'm supposed to be the one watching over [name]-chan, you know." dazai shook his head, chuckling softly.

"right, right." oda shook his shoulders and grinned at dazai as he sauntered forward to embrace him with his ghostly arms. "it's time for me to go, now. don't come following me sooner, okay? you still have a lot to live for, dazai."

"i won't." dazai nodded his head, basking in the comforting cold embrace of his friend.

the mini hex you had up begun to fall down right then. you saw as oda's ghostly form gradually changed into tiny red glow specks that resembled stardust created by your chaos magic. after so many years, oda finally passed, leaving you and dazai behind, with the coolness of his ghostly touch still clinging to you both and eventually, the sanguine red that had been engulfing the grave beneath the tree entirely disappeared.

after that, you found yourself collapsing, knees first, causing dazai to rush to your aid before your face impacted the ground. he picked you up, held you in his arms, and asked, "[name]-chan! are you okay? hey, what's wrong?" while gently shaking you.

"sorry, dazai-nii. i feel a bit tired." you admitted, taking in a deep breath as you felt your now heavy eyes begin to droop. "i haven't really done that before, but i really wanted you to see and hear oda-san."

dazai held you in his arms as he stood up on his feet and said, "no, i'm sorry. i should be the one apologizing. it's okay now. it's going to be okay. we're going back to the agency." he pressed you up against his chest.

you pulled away from him just enough to face dazai and laid a hand on his cheek with the last of your remaining strength as you voiced out tiredly, "you looked so sad back at that bar-place, and your thoughts were sad too. i wanted to make you smile, so when odasaku-san said you were good friends, i just knew he meant a lot to you—just as much how my daddy means to me."

you closed your eyes as dazai's eyes widened, feeling a wave of tiredness sweep over your body as you said those words. fresh, hot tears started to well up in dazai's eyes. how could you, of all people, care so much for him? he was moved to tears by the warmth and empathy he felt. he had never before felt this much love.

dazai has always felt hollow and has never seen the point in continuing to live in this world. he therefore tried looking for a purpose to live in death, but as he glanced down you as you were snuggled in his arms and sleeping away, he realized he had found another reason to live.

it was no surprise that oda adopted those children following the events of the dragon's head conflict. he found it strange when he was younger, when he was still in the mafia, but not until you came into his life. you weren't his biological little sister or daughter, but just seeing you and having you around made him happy. even though he only knew you for a short time, it felt like an eternity to him. he had learned what it was like to unconditionally care and love. it was the same feeling you gave gojo satoru when he first saw you and took custody of you, and now dazai osamu has it as well.

as tears streamed down his cheeks, dazai drew you back into his embrace, allowing your peacefully snoring figure to slump over his shoulder and sink deeper into his arms.

"thank you, [name]-chan. thank you. just thank you." he voiced out in between his sniffles.

odasaku was right about you being a blessing.

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rainy day inn | p. parker

after choosing to make everyone forget who he is, peter is still trying to adjust to his new life. with may gone and mj & ned in massachusetts, he's had to branch out and find new friendships to make. still maintaining his spidey persona, he keeps the city of new york safe every day and tries to not make past mistakes. everything has been different, almost like a useless re-do he wishes he could take back. nevertheless, he finds comfort in you, his neighbor that lives across the hall from him. the citizens of new york may need his help... until you come down with a cold.

pairing: nwh!peter & neighbor!fem!reader

genre: friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers, college graduate!y/n, fluff, being sick & one person being pure comfort, (sort of a) fix-it fic

word count: 4.3k

warnings: no real warnings. lots of fluff, domestic!peter, corny origin story as to how you met, sad mentions of ned & mj, overwhelming grief, just peter parker trying his best <3 and nwh spoilers!

a/n: a bit of a surprise fic but also my first peter one ! i think this is just a fun thing to write and i had some ideas after nwh so, now i can finally write them lol. but i hope you guys enjoy it and as always, i love feedback & comments! and check out my new biker!tom fic series here ♡

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The snow from winter’s past had melted away from the warm day. Sunlight radiates down on all of Midtown, cars driving through leftover black slush clogging the side of the streets or dirty snow piles getting smaller as they slumped next to the street corners. Every New Yorker was happy once the leaves started growing back, the flowers began to bloom from the fresh grass, and the warmth made it bearable to be outside. But with the nice weather, it also came with the early showers. Rainy days in New York were nice, as long as you wore a coat and had an umbrella.

Unlike everyone else in the city who were walking in the parks and going out to shop during the first week of Spring, you had been curled up in your fluffy sheets, fatigued from a common cold and stuffy nose. Not knowing it was going to rain down from your commute to NYU and back to your apartment, you spent the dreadful few hours drenched from the sticky rain and walking in and out of air-conditioned buildings all day, only to come back to your place that had no heat. Just the small portable heater in the corner, but it didn’t do much– similar to your broken radiator.

A humidifier, tv remote and heated blanket had become your close acquaintances. The apartment seemed bigger when you had to roll out of bed to use the bathroom or find something to nibble on in the kitchen, even though there was a tight knot twisting inside your stomach. Used, crinkled tissues filled the small trash bin and around it, and an obnoxious pile of dirty laundry was stuffed into your hamper in the corner of your room.

Life was a mess, but there was nothing you could do about it with the fatigue that weighed on you and how head filled your head felt from how congested you became over the few days of quarantining yourself.

As another rerun of your favorite show played on the TV, three knocks hit against your front door. Groaning, you pouted from having to move from your comfortable position, slowly getting on your feet. The floor beneath you felt like it could shift at any minute, realizing how dehydrated you were as the room spun for a few seconds. Once you regained your balance and vision, you pulled your fleece blanket over your shoulders, pinning it close as you trailed across the apartment.

Holding the knob with the blanket over your head, you slowly turned it until the door cracked and there was your neighbor, Peter Parker. His slightly-gelled curls shined under the warm lighting of the hall, almost a caramel tone to the top of his head.

He smiled, “I figured you needed a pick-me-up.” He said, his hands holding a glass tupperware with ‘Parker’ written on the lid in a thick sharpie.

“You didn’t have to.” You pouted, opening the door wide.

He carefully passed by, “Eh, I could hear you coughing and sneezing from my place, so I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure if it was from sitting on the freezing cold subway in soaking wet clothes or just holding the support pole on the bus.” You groaned as you locked the door, then followed him into the kitchen.

He scrunched his cute nose, “Probably a lot of both.” Peter jeered, setting the container on your kitchen counter.

A small smile curled on your lips, as much as you could with how sick you were feeling. You nudge your head against Peter’s shoulder while putting your arm around his waist to give a quick side hug. The fabric of his gray sweatshirt felt soft as you rubbed his back, and he chuckled against your head. He sealed his lips, his arm around your shoulders and his thumb grazing your blanket you were still bundled in like a snowsuit.

“God, sorry, I probably smell. I haven’t had any energy to shower.” You pouted, rubbing your hands down your dry face.

Peter hummed, “Why don’t you shower and I’ll heat this up. Maybe even run to the bakery downstairs and get that nice, french bread you get every other day.”

“Hey.” You pointed at him, “Don’t judge me and my love for that bread. It’s a nice Italian bakery, it’s the only place I know I can get great bread.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“And that’s why I’ll go get it for you, especially in your time of need.” He jeered.

A heat rose to your cheeks, feeling it slowly spread across your face as you playfully swatted his shoulder before walking to the bathroom. As you turned the knob for hot water, you thought about how you couldn’t have asked for a better next-door neighbor than Peter Parker.

He was not only the nicest person you met, but also incredibly caring and gentle to anyone that crossed paths with him. There was an endearing quality to the brown-haired boy, whether it was the shy smile he randomly gleamed or the freckles scattered along his nose and cheeks.

“Hmm, well, since you mentioned bread, I’ll go shower.” You smiled.

Peter grinned at you before you passed by him, running your hand smoothly along his back. As you headed to the bathroom, he smiled at himself and his heart fluttered. He thought you were the nicest person he had met since everyone had to forget who he was.

He was lonely, and almost felt lost more than he thought he would be. Although Spider-man fulfilled his caring duties of protecting the city, he wasn’t good at making friends in his GED classes or the part-time job he has as a supplemental tutor at the library. Well, until he met you one fateful, but sad, day.

After finding out MJ and Ned had gone off to MIT, there was no connection to be made anymore with them. Peter wasn’t sure how to cope with the sudden loss of his girlfriend and best-friend because of own decision. He tried to embrace this new, second life he made for himself, continuing to hold onto some kind of hope that a person would come along and guide him like his once best-friends and his Aunt May did.

That was until he met you one fateful Sunday afternoon.

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He was carrying up groceries from the farmer’s market in his reusable Ikea bags where the thread appeared loose and lightly fringed by the handles. Making an appointment to sign up for his GED classes, he stopped his pace when they saw you sitting outside of your apartment that was adjacent to theirs.

It was the second time you were locked out of your apartment, and barely having money for a proper meal, you couldn’t pay the fee to have another key made. Afraid of your landlord, there you sat in the hall and tried to trace your steps as to where the key could possibly been left. But in the city like New York, it was long gone wherever it may have been dropped and you weren’t surprised if someone had noticed, but not said anything.

“Hey. Everything okay?” Peter asked in his naturally kind tone, his phone still against his ear.

Your head shot his way, “Yeah, I just locked myself out. I lost my key… again.” You trailed, “And I can’t afford to pay for another so, I’m sort of just stuck, I guess.” You sighed.

His lips twisted, “I think I can help you with that.” Peter offered, still a stranger to you.

“Really?” You asked, having a bit of hope as your eyes brightened at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Um, if you could just watch my bags, I’ll go down and talk to him.” Peter kindly offered, setting the heavy bags in front of his apartment door.

You nodded, watching him walk back down the first flight of stairs and smiled from the warmness of his gesture. It was probably one of the more helpful times you had in New York after all these years, making you wonder if there was some catch once he got the key.

Unknowing to you, Peter checked his surroundings before opened the window on the start of the floor below yours. He balanced on the ledge before unveiling his web shooter under his flannel sleeve, whipping a web to a beam at the top of the building in order to lower himself to the first floor.

As he planted his feet to the brick, holding his hand around his strong-coiled web, Peter could see inside the superintendent’s office. He slowly opened the window, carefully moving his body to fit through and land on his feet… well, until he slipped on a newspaper.

Letting out a groan, Peter tried to silence his pain quickly by rolling over to his front side. He shook his head at himself before getting back up, dusting off his flannel and shirt.

“Now, keys… keys…” He trailed, clicking his tongue.

As sleuth as Spider-man was, Peter wasn’t. The drawers in the counter were heavy, they were loud when pushed back in place. The floorboards creaked as if he weighed more than an elephant. Even the tabby cat sitting on the couch meowed every other second, but it was more annoyingly high-pitched than alerting.

“Shh! Shh!” Peter put his finger against his lips as if the cat knew what it meant. He carefully ran his hand over the cat’s head, stroking the soft fur then seeing the cat lean up and pur.

As he kept the fluffy cat still, Peter’s eyes scanned the room until he saw the spare keys hanging along the wall on organized hooks. A smile grew on his face, slowly walking up to the wall until he heard footsteps coming toward the door. His hair stood up on the back of his neck before flinging himself to the ceiling, his fingers stuck as he arched his head watching the landlord walk in leisurely.

Whistling, the landlord browsed the room, wandering around as if he forgot what he was looking for as Peter tried to stay behind his view. Just when Peter thought he was in the clear, the cat glanced up at him and began to meow.

He wished he could tell the cat to be quiet, thinking his cover was blown until the landlord swooped the cat under his arm.

“Come here, you.” He cooed, holding the cat under his arm before walking out.

Peter closed in his eyes, sighing in relief before carefully dropping from the ceiling. Quickly swiping the key, he walked toward the window and climbed the wall back up.

You let out a long breath past your lips, blowing your hair away from your face. Doubtful and already upset, you began having doubts Peter would come back. It was a nice gesture, but maybe you should have just-

“I’m back.” He smiled walking toward you.

You furrowed the eyebrows at the key in his hand, “You got it? How?!” You asked in pure amazement.

He nodded, “Don’t worry about that, just make sure to keep this one.”

You glanced at him, still with a warm smile on your face, “Thank you so much… um, what’s your name?”

“Peter. Peter Parker.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Y/N. You’re like my new hero.”

He blushed a bit, “Hero? No… Just your friendly neighbor.”

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The steam opened your nostrils as the heated water covered your body, your muscles loosening around your neck from laying in awkward positions to be comfortable all day and night. You pressed your fingers along the back of your neck, rolling your head as well before actually showering– feeling as if this is what you needed all along and you were just in a rut.

Peter came back from the bakery, unknowingly taking a shortcut from the fire escape to get to the bakery. He cut the loaf into slices at the same time as microwaving the soup. As he continued to cut, Peter tried to remember May’s voice and what she did for him when he was sick.

He would have some of the worst common colds because of his many vigilante adventures, obviously unknown to her at the time. So, she would make him soup, pair it with warm bread and a seltzer if he had a stomach ache.

It made Peter smile thinking about the fond memories rather than crying at how he couldn’t relive them. He had been better at trusting the process of the future unfolding, constantly repeating May’s words.

“You have a gift, Peter…”

The timer loudly beeped, snapping him out of his past. He turned on his heels to open the microwave, opening the door and carefully taking out the bowl with pot holders wrapped on the sides of the glass bowl.

He hissed when the overpowering burn pushed into his fingers, but still placing the bowl carefully on the counter.

In the other room, you rung your hair out and dried it as best as you could. You kept taking deep breaths, inhaling the steam filled in the bathroom and your headache had lifted a bit from simply relaxing.

You quickly put on a comfortable tank top and slipped on soft sweatpants, stretching out your body in front of your window. As you pulled open the curtains, the gloomy day was nice to look at still. While you felt like absolutely shit, there was something peaceful and almost sweet about seeing random strangers walk about their days.

After popping an Advil, you made your way to the livingroom and saw Peter carefully setting the tray of food on the coffee table. You pouted, smiling at him as he set a comfortable floor pillow down as well.

“You know, you didn’t have to.” You trailed, a bit emotional at his care.

There were two slices of your requested bread, as well as a nice bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was nice having someone take care of you after being away from your family for so long, the feeling of homesickness always keeping into your heart even in a city of thousands of people. He radiated a comfort you hadn’t felt in a while.

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. How cliche.” He jeered.

Just as you were about to sit down, starved for a hot meal, Peter came back from the kitchen with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. Already in a mood, you could cry right there. A part of you didn’t think he would remember a detail like what your favorite flowers were, or even the bread. Well, it wasn’t obvious that you were taking mental notes about him too. If you didn’t have this cold, you were going to ask him to go to his favorite ramen place once he was done with his classes. But, this was better.

As you brought the flowers to your nose, you wanted to smell them, but your nose was still a bit stuffed up.

“I wish I could smell them. They’re so beautiful.” You admired, gently running your fingers over the top of the petals.

“I’ll put them in a vase for when you can later.” He offered.

After he took them, you slowly sat down on the soft pillow and began to blow on your soup. Once you cooled it enough, the taste from your throat to belly was relieving. It was just what you needed after feeling sore and sick for the past few hours.

He came back with the flowers in the vase, placing them on the center of the table before sitting next to you. You glanced over at the windows, seeing drabbles of rain start to hit the window and the clouds hide away the sunlight.

“Feeling better?” Peter grinned.

“A lot better already, thank you.” You pouted, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Peter half-smiled, “Don’t mention it. You’ve been working hard lately, feel like I barely saw you.”

You giggled, “You’re one to talk. You’re like a disappearing act somedays. I think I see you in front of our building, but then I don’t. Riddle me that, Parker.”

He thought the way you scrunched your nose was cute, usually shown when teasing him for the smallest things, but it always comforted him. A warmness emulated from your personality, attracting him in his darkest moments. Whenever he reminisced on the past– moments with May, Ned or MJ– a tension formed in his throat, like he couldn’t breathe so much that tears felt involuntarily. But, you reminded him that although they were important to his past, there was a lot to look forward to in his future.

At some points, he’d brought up this MJ girl and you only knew her as an ex. You just didn’t know the context of her true impact on him and how she was another person who could peel back his layers. You’d hope to meet her since he said he had no hard feelings against her, and Peter didn’t know how to explain so he would nod and agree.

“I’m a man that’s needed,” He joked, shrugging as well, “What can I say?”

Some days you’d tease him, saying he must have some superhero ability to get to you.

“You’re like The Flash.” You jeered.

It made Peter’s heart skip a beat, but he gulped, “C’mon, the Flash is so lame. Not a Clark Kent?”

“Well, maybe if I saw you in glasses.”

He chuckled, glaring at your lips but then back into your eyes. There was that split moment you could explain how you felt in a matter of seconds for him, just spewing out until there was no air left in the room. But, you thought that was just it. This was just a split moment before the anxiety and fear creeped into your brain– second guessing your feelings and thankful you kept your mouth shut.

You turned back to your soup, sipping it while it was still hot. You hoped the steam from the soup was making your face this heated rather than your heart skipping beats. Peter longed his glanced before turning back to the TV and didn’t want to mention anything either.

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A few minutes passed before your eyes felt heavy and your stomach was tight. Peter offered his soft hoodie after you ate, slipping it over your head and even the same of his roaming cologne was nice.

Just as Peter lightly chuckled at the TV, he turned to you and saw your head tilting to the other side. The sound of the rain was slowly putting you to sleep, soothing the tense headache and tightness of your body.

“Y/N, why don’t you go to bed?”

You hummed, “I’m just resting my eyes.”

“Which is sleeping.” He jeered, but you pouted at him, “C’mon.”

He lifted off his feet, helping you up from the floor. You weren’t sure if it was chills or the cold rain, but you were annoyingly freezing. Peter walked you to your bed, unfolding the sheets to let you sit down. You curled yourself to prevent the cold then Peter pulled the duvet over your whole body, pushing it under your frontside to make sure you were insulated.

“Is that okay?” He whispered.

You responded with a faint nod, your eyes still closed and your face cuddled against the pillow.

Peter brushed your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear then tracing his curled finger along your jaw. Pulling the quilt over your shoulder, he gently tucks it in between your body and the bed before reaching over to plug your phone in to charge. As Peter looked down on you, peacefully asleep, he ran his hand over the top of your head a few times. You unconsciously mumbled, cuddling yourself further into the pillow and fresh sheets and it made him lightly chuckle.

You were and felt protected by him, even if you didn’t know his superhero persona. There was something about Peter that was magnetic. It could have been a lot, his personality, smile, even his sweet laugh. No matter where you were or what situation you were having in the city, Peter would always be a call away. It was pretty remarkable how fast he was, not sure how he does it.

As he leaves your room, Peter takes a second glance at the paper on your desk. He thought it may have been a draft for a term paper, but instead he was shocked to see “Chosen Student Speaker” as the header. Peter lowly chuckled to himself and wasn’t surprised you didn’t tell him, probably already being nervous. But, now he would totally tease you about this.

After cleaning the dishes and cleaning up, Peter sat at your kitchen table and looked at some pictures through his phone. His heart dropped at the photos in his older gallery. Pictures at Midtown with Ned, the Decathlon team and even with May on their late night dinner finds. Perfect memories kept in a digital capsule and only able to remain as the past. As he scrolled to another photo him with MJ and Ned at the donut shop, you strolled out of your bedroom with more color in your skin and cheeks.

“Hey,” Peter quickly said, putting his phone down, “How are you feeling now?”

“Better. Very warm and refreshed.” You giggled, spinning around in Peter’s sweatshirt and your cozy bottoms.

Peter chuckled, “Well, I hope you have some energy to explain the paper I saw on your desk.” He raised an eyebrow.

You pondered what he meant until you lightning struck your brain, “Oh. That.”

“You were chosen to speak out of your whole class? Why didn’t you tell me?” He smiled, but you sat next to him at the table.

You shrugged, “It’s corny. It’s just because someone asked me to.”

“It can’t be that bad. You’re just stage fright.”

“Well I’m no poet so, what else do I have to say but to just… congratulate?”

“I’d like to hear it.” Peter trailed, a half-smile painted on his cute face.

“No…”

“Yeah, c’mon. You need practice.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes in response before huffing, getting up to quickly get your speech paper then coming back to stand in front of him.

“Am I standing up like someone who’s confident?”

Peter smiled, “Of course.”

You cleared your throat, your eyes glancing at your paper.

“Students, Alumni, Parents and others, we are here today to celebrate something monumental. Today, we look forward to the future and feel grateful for the past. For all of those late nights, stressful moments and times we wanted to give up, we all made it here.”

You looked up at Peter who was smiling big already.

“In the city of New York, we have faced many challenges. I think it’s important for our students and everyone to understand that we will always come back together. We are thankful for those who help us in our darkest hours. Whether they’re your family,”

May.

“–a friend.”

Ned.

“–a lover.”

MJ.

“Or someone else incredibly important that one way or not would unexpectedly enter your life.”

Peter glanced back at you, his eyes becoming glassy.

“Whoever they are, it’s truly special to remember the support– like pillars– that hold you up in tough times. But, of course, we deserve to be able to credit ourselves the most to have gotten through this academic year.”

Although it was a speech for college, Peter could relate in some ways. It’s why it pulled at his heartstrings, like it spoke more for him than he ever could with his words. He sat there, encapsulated in your sentences and trying to hold back his tears.

As you finished, you got yourself to the end with heat brazened against your cheeks. You had to take a deep breath, and Peter just clapped and smiled.

“Beautiful, amazing!” He cheered.

You rolled your eyes, “Stop. It’s just… well, thanks.” You corrected your response.

You sat back down next to him, both of you smiling, but there were tears welling up in his eyes. Peter lowered his head to hide them, but you ran your hand over his curls. The rain continued to pour down outside just as Peter’s tears did when you held him in your arms. It was a hug he craved, and you were more than willing to give it to him.

“I didn’t think it was that bad.” You joked.

Peter stuttered a laugh, wiping his tears. He lifted his head and you pushed his hair back, wiping his tears with your thumbs. You traced them down his chin before holding his face, taking in how tired he looked just through his brown eyes.

“It’ll be alright.” You comforted him.

He nodded, but you pulled him back in for another warm hug. His arms slowly wrapped around your waist, like securing a lock and he sniffled against your chest. Eventually he’d open up, you just waited until that day.

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When the afternoon turned to night, the rain slowed down and the traffic outside lightened up. Holding one another, Peter rested his eyes with his arms around you while cuddled in bed. You brushed your nose against his chin, repositioning yourself every few minutes and slowly rubbing his back underneath his t-shirt.

Both of you wern’t sure what you were. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Partners. Best friends? Even neighbors. It all couldn’t be explained in a few short seconds, but moments like this was when those terms didn’t matter. All you needed was one another. It was like knowing there was a reason why you came together. Relating the same pain, the same doubts, even the same leaps of faith.

That was all that mattered and neither of you planned to screw that up. You were each other's new beginnings.

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