#but for me it hurts yes but i'd much rather face life for what it is. who i am who i really am. fuck if it's lonely for me

[noxtivagus]

hmmm. oh my god my mind is a mess i rlly can't write what i want to rn but i will just Dump

[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐌 “𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃?”

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta. Inumaki.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

His eyes would light up and a wide grin appeared on his face. “Baby, it would hurt me if we’re not getting married.” He gives you many pecks on your face as he holds you close in his embrace. He’s actually already planning on how he’d propose to you. He’d be giddy at the thought and start pampering you. “I love you soo, sooo much!” as he kisses you with smooching sounds.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“Of course we can. I’d be a fool if I refused to marry you.” He’d give you that gentle smile of his as he placed a hand on your cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb. “I will marry you, I promise you that.” In his head, he’s thinking of what would your wedding be like, and the thought of you being by his side in an important ceremony makes him happy.

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

A sly smile appears on his face, “What an interesting question, my dear.” He wraps his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer to him and presses a kiss on top of your head. “Why would we not get married? I can’t let you go.” He’ll grab your chin with his other hand to make you look at him straight in the eyes. “No other man will ever marry you except me.”

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Yes,” he answers with no hesitation, yet his face remains the same so you’re kind of confused about what he’s actually thinking. “I don’t see why not, love. Marriage is a serious commitment, another proof of our love for one another, and I can’t imagine building a future with anyone other than you.” He already has the ring, he just needs to find the right moment.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

His eyes widen in surprise, he just can’t believe someone would want to marry him, and that someone is you, his love. “You want to marry me?” He asks to make sure if you’re certain. He knows he can’t give you much besides himself. When you assure him, he’ll be so happy like it’s a dream. He vows to himself to take care of you for the rest of his life.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He’d look at you with his usual cool-headed gaze, “That’s a hard request that goes beyond my interests. But if you ask me, I would say ‘yes’.” He answers as it is. For him, marrying you would be easy, but he may not feel like it at the moment, but he also changes his mind easily just for you. He’d rather have you near him and make it official rather than never see you again.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He’d never thought much about it, he always assumed he’d end up alone, so it took him a while to answer your question. “There is something about being with you. It makes me feel like I can be comfortable and happy with someone. So, yes, I’d love to marry you.” He looks away shyly but he’s honest with his words. He’d think about it for a long time.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Wait, you’re really asking me to marry you?” He points at himself as he stares at you. Don’t get him wrong, he’s actually very happy, just surprised. “Hell yeah! I want to marry you. You'd make my dreams come true. I'd be honored to be your husband!” He lets out a happy laugh and starts suggesting many places to go on your honeymoon.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

You made this boy beyond delighted by just asking him that. “Oh, yes, yes, of course. We can get married!” He nods eagerly. He’s passionate about love, and he’s just glad that you’re on the same page with him that you wanted to get married. He’ll ask what you want your wedding to be like, and all that. He hasn’t bought a ring to propose to you yet, so he’s rather panicky about it.

◈ — 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 🍙

He’s between happy and surprised that it’s making him even more speechless. He nods immediately like he’s going to break his neck and gives you two thumbs up of approval, “Shake, shake!” He’ll treat you like you’re already married, showering you with kisses as he hugs you tight. He’ll keep bringing the topic up, he just wants to marry you as soon as possible.

Uh, helloow, it's been a while 👉👈

[larluce]

HOW I IMAGINE ARTHUR GAVE MERLIN HIS PURPLE SHIRT

Merlin enters Arthur's room while Arthur is looking at some papers on his desk.

Merlin: Did you call me, sir?

Arthur: (absentmindedly) Oh yeah, you see that shirt on my bed?

Merlin heads to the bed and picks the shirt.

Merlin: Yeah, it's very nice. You don't usually wear this color. Do you need me to dress you, my lord?

Arthur: No, I want you to drow it.

Merlin: What?!

Arthur: It's old, it's no use to me.

Merlin: It doesn't look old, it's in perfect condition.

Arthur: Yeah, but it doesn't fit me anymore, get rid of it.

Merlin: (angry) Are you going to drow a perfectly useful item of clothing just because it no longer fits? Do you know how many children out there barely have anything to cover themselves with?―

Arthur: Merlin―

Merlin: Most peasants only have two changes of clothes. I've only had two shirts in my entire life! When one didn't fit anymore, my mother turned it into a new nekerchief for me, because we do know the value of things, but of course, here, his royal pratiness who has towers and towers of clothes, doesn't care―

Arthur: Merlin―

Merlin: You could at least give it to someone who needs it! I can't believe you're so―

Arthur: (irritated) If it bothers you so much, why don't you keep it?!

Merlin: (shocked) ...What?

Arthur: You said you only have two shirts, right? It wouldn't hurt if you had one more for a change. It's boring to always see you in the same clothes.

Merlin: I...

Arthur: And seriously with how I pay you, despite your ineptitude, I'm surprised you still only have two changes.

Merlin: I'd rather send the money to my mom. She needs it more. Here I already have everything I need.

Arthur: ...

Arthur: Anyway, if you're not going to keep it, drow it away, it's your decision.

Merlin takes the shirt and brings it to his chest. A pleasant sensation growing there, as did the heat on his cheeks.

Merlin: Thank you, Arthur.

Arthur: (smiling slightly) You're welcome

Merlin: (very happy) ¡It's the best birthday present I've ever been given!

Arthur stops what he's doing and stands abruptly from his seat.

Arthur: (shouts, surprised) It's your birthday?!

Merlin: (nods) More or less. I don't know the exact day but my mom says I was born at the end of October.

Arthur: I thought peasants didn't have birthdays.

Merlin: Yes, normally cause most don't know how to count, much less keep track of the days of the month, they tend to be guided more by seasons than anything. But my mom does know how to count, so... We never celebrate it, anyway. Throwing a party for the day of your birth is a luxury only nobles can afford, you know?, but she always prepared my favorite food for me on my birthday. (Smiles at the memory)

Arthur: Why didn't you tell me?

Merlin: (shrugs) You never asked. Nobody really. Everyone assumed like you that I didn't even know when I was born. Only Gaius asked me once and since then he always brings me dessert from the cook if there is any left over those days. Today they made plum cake! (Very happy) I hope there is some left, it's my favorite. (plays with the fabric of his new shirt)

Arthur: ...

Arthur: (composing himself and smiling) Well, Happy birthday then.

Merlin thanks him once again and leaves the room still with the huge smile plastered on his face.

[idkmanimreallysleepy]

You know I was thinking about ceo!gojo satoru and what he would do when he and his girlfriend got in an argument.

(My writing may be ass, apologies)

ceo!gojo satoru who knows he fucked up real bad, who knows it's his fault and that his girl, his y/n, the light of his life, was simply looking out for him. He knows he can't fix it by just saying sorry. But again, he's a great observer when it comes to you, so he knows exactly how to apologise.

ceo!gojo satoru who tries calling you, leaves more than hundred texts, which were left at delivered, he grows impatient by the minute, you're not at home and you're not picking up his calls, he feels as if he's suffocating. Just the thought of loosing you makes him loose his breath. He can't afford to loose his pretty girl at all :((

ceo! gojo satoru who finds out you're at your best friends house. And he's speeding there, he's breaking every traffic rule there is, but that's okay since he's rich (come on people let's be real, I say this as I write a drabble on a fictional man...) So, he rushes to your best friends apartment, continuously ringing her doorbell and it's her boyfriend who opens.

ceo!gojo satoru, who's told "sorry dude, my girl gave me strict orders to not let you in. Try the window maybe" by the boyfriend. And yes, you bet your ass he climbed through the window to be greeted by a closed one. However, your best friend shrieked as she saw the sunglasses and the white hair at her window.

ceo!gojo satoru who gets a scolding and a glare from your best friend, but that's okay, he'd change the course of the world if it meant his girl would talk to him. And so, now you're both finally left alone. He sees your tear stained face, you're still mad at him.

ceo!gojo satoru, who goes on his knees, hugging your legs and blabbing out his apology in the most messed up way, and you're not exactly listening to any of it but that's until he says "I fell on my ass while trying to climb the window, baby, please. I'd do anything just talk to me, please." ugh, hes so desperate and pathetic it makes you feel bad, I mean come on, him and his... blue eyes. plus! you don't even remember what the fight was about!

ceo!gojo satoru who looks like he got his life back as you ask him, "Are you hurt?" it's in a cold tone, but it's better than nothing, satoru would rather eat sand then have you not talk to him. And he's a drama queen so of course he uses his dramatics, as if it hurt his ass so much to climb a building... "oh, it's probably nothing, I mean I did fall twenty times but that's okay " and he says that while pouting!! And you sigh, finally giving in, because let's be honest if gojo satoru pouted in front of you or me I wouldn't deny anything he asks for. "You know you still need to make up for it right?" and he has the brightest smile on his face. "I already got you those diamond earrings you saw in the magazine last to last night." You're stunned, "How did you know about that?!" and he's a cheeky lil bastard, "I notice you a lot you know...it's almost as if I'm in love with you or something" he gets a slap on his shoulder from you for that.

[weird-is-life]

hii wondering if you could do hotch x younger!reader? where he's being insecure about the age gap and comforts him and says that she loves it and he makes her feel safe and stuff --thank you in advance!

Hii, ty for the request! I hope you like this, it's short but cute, well at least I hope it is.😅🥰warnings: angsty, fluff, pet names, age gap (reader is in her late twenties or early thirties), (0.9k)

It's your birthday next week and, if truth be told, Aaron has been kind of dreading it. Not because of anything to do with you, but because it's a huge reminder of the age gap between you two.

You've been dating for a few months now and the thought's always been at the back of his head, even if he doesn't want to admit it to himself.

And his strange behaviour gets your attention. At first you brushed if off as him being tired and stressed from work. But as he zones out around you even on his days off, you know something is up.

You are both sprawled on his couch, when you notice his mind is elsewhere. So you finally decide to ask him about what is bothering him.

"Aaron?" you call out his name.

He hums, acknowledging that he is listening, even though his eyes are on the TV.

"Can I ask you something?" this finally catches his attention, making him pause the film and look at you.

"Of course, sweetheart, what is it?"

"I just....- is something wrong, Aaron?" his face scrunches in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Is it work? Or does it have something to do with me, if yes you can tell me, because I won't mind-"

"Honey, nothing is wrong with you or work," he reassures you instantly.

"Then what is it?" you question with a slightly desperate voice.

"Nothing, everything is okay," he lies, but you see right through him. His very skilled lying from work not working, when he is with you.

"Something's been bothering you lately and we both know it," you point it out softly, even if your voice is a little bit stern. He takes one look at you and sighs, he knows, he has to tell you the truth.

"Okay, yes, you are right, sweetheart," he murmurs quietly.

"What is it?" You ask with a gentle voice, putting your hand behind his neck to play with his hair.

He doesn't know how to say it, so the words just spill out of his mouth," I don't think, it's a good idea to be together."

You look at him with so much hurt and move away from him, that he immediately wants to take his words back.

"W-what?" you puzzle, your lower lip slightly wobbling.

It takes Aaron every strenght he has not to take his words back," I mean, look at you and me, honey. You are so much younger than me, you should be dating somebody close to your age. Not somebody who already has a son. I mean, I'm not even home half of the time, what kind of boyfriend does that make me?" He is frustrated, but not because of you, never because of you, he just wants you to live the life you deserve and not waste it by being with him.

And immediately after he finishes his talk your whole face changes. You go from heartbroken to angry and you slap him on the arm (gently).

"You are being ridiculous, Hotchner," you argue. You are frowning so much at him, that in any other situation Aaron would have laughed at your expression.

"But I'm not, I'm being serious. You shouldn't be waiting almost every day for me to finally come home from work. You should be out going on dates, that you deserve, and I can't always, almost never do that-"

you put your hand over his mouth before he can continue. "Shut up, I can't believe you right now," you shake your head in disagreement,

"do you love me?"

Your question seems absurd to Aaron, because it is so obvious. "Of course, I do, sweetheart. But it doesn't change the fact-"

"But it does. You love me and I love you. I don't care, what other people say or think. And i don't care, that you aren't home as much as we would both like. But when you are, you always make it worth it, always. And I like being home with Jack, I don't even really like going out, I'd rather just be home with you guys."

"Plus, have you seen yourself? Guys around my age have nothing on you, handsome. You are too good looking to get rid of me this easily. " Your last sentence is teasing, but that doesn't mean your words are any less true.

"Really?" It's not often that Aaron feels uncertain about things as he does now. So your words are like a warm hug for him. Making him let out the breath, he didn't even realise he was holding.

"Yes, really," you scooch closer to him, caressing both of his cheeks," I love you Aaron. There is never a moment, that makes me doubt you or doubt us. What made you feel this way, huh?"

"I guess, it's always been somewhere on my mind," he confesses, as he completely melts under your hands.

"You should have said something earlier then, " you scowl at him," but I'm glad you told me now. We talk more about it later, yeah and work things out?"

"I love you," he doesn't know what else to say. He shows you his gratitude for you and your reassurance by kissing you, once, twice and more, until you loose the count of them.

There's still a little uncertainty about this for Aaron, but with you by his side, he knows, it will be okay.

[nocturnalrat]

can you do tired stressed miles (earth42! Or regular 1610! Miles)

Miles had a stressful time at work(fighting or sumn) and reader is just being a hugeee brat so he puts her in her place 🥹💕

Hi! Thanks for the prompt!

I chose Prowler!Miles for this, as I think he’d be more assertive & possessive than our ball of sunshine aka Earth-1610 Miles. :p Enjoy!

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Dating someone with a double life had certain advantages, without question. But the list of drawbacks was just as long.

Moments like these made you realize how frustrating and difficult dating him could be sometimes.

You had planned on meeting tonight. But while you were waiting outside the movie theater, the following messages appeared on your phone:

won't make it tnight

sry

will make it up 2 u

You stared at the three texts and were irritated to no end. It had been weeks since you had last spent time together, just the two of you, and now you were being stood up by him. Again.  

When you finally arrived home, you ordered some food, worked on an essay for one of your college classes, and kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

Hours passed. You finished the essay, prepared a presentation for your biochem class, and tried to keep yourself awake with the help of coffee and an energy drink.

It was half past two in the morning when the front door opened quietly. He probably thought you were asleep. Well, he was wrong.

"Do you know what the word priority means?" you asked, annoyance clearly evident in your voice.

He didn't flinch when he saw you, nor did he look particularly surprised. Of course he didn't. There wasn't much that could startle Miles Morales; he was far too composed, too stoic, too stern for that.

Wretched fatigue showed on his face; he had dark circles under his eyes. Others would have found his moody demeanor threatening, but you knew that he was not half as evil as he looked. 

His reply came quick. "And do you know what the word responsibility means?"

You knew that this particular part of his life, and the responsibilities that came with it, took up a lot of his time. But that didn't mean you were happy or okay with it.

 "You stood me up three times in a row," you said, arms crossed in front of your chest. You tried not to pout too much and sound like a petulant child. "You know, Morales, not many people would put up with the shit you pull sometimes."

He raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Yeah, but you’re still here. Do you know why?" He took a few steps toward you.

"Easy one,” you replied. “Because I’m too nice and too good for you.”

“Don’t be bratty.”

“It’s the truth, though.” You shrugged, seemingly unfazed. “You know how many options I have? You’re not the only good-looking guy in New York, Miles.”

You knew immediately that you had said something wrong. His gaze darkened and he clenched his jaw.

You felt a chill run down your spine.

"What I meant by that is -" you started, but he cut you off.

"Shut up. Do you know why you’re still with me, despite the circumstances?”  

He leaned his forehead against yours and took your face in his hands.

"I asked you a question." His grip tightened.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and attempted to shake your head, but you couldn't move; his grip was too strong. "No," you said quietly.

"Because you’re mine," he replied, and his voice was velvety and soft. "Mine alone. You belong to no one else. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good.” He smiled as he stroked your hair. "I never want to hear you say something like that again.”

"Then stop being so tired and stressed all the time," you muttered, unable to keep the hurt and sadness from your voice.

"You wanna know what would make me feel less stressed and tired?" A smug grin appeared on his face.

You rolled your eyes. "Pretty presumptuous, don't you think?"

"I'd rather call it determined and self-assured."

"The answer’s no. You don't deserve it."

"Really?" He kissed the corner of your mouth. "Didn't you say you missed me?"

"Just because I missed you doesn't mean I'm going to throw my self-respect overboard -" But the firmness of your sentence faltered as his large hands began to caress your body.

"Mine," he whispered against your lips. "And what's mine, obeys."

You loved it when he called you his own, when he put you in your place. A tingling, warm feeling blossomed inside you.

The following day you woke up next to a handwritten note and a box of your favorite chocolate.

8 p.m. tonight, Lincoln Square 13.

It's a promise.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

Hii! I love ur writing so much, I had a h/c fic idea for James but I can't write to save my life so I figured I'd request lmao. Feel free to ignore if it's not something ur interested in writing ofc.

I was thinking smtn where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her

getting around to answering some requests... i took a short break but im thinking about writing a bit again. this is just cute fluff. little rusty tho. 💞

james potter is an absolute idiot.. truly. and yet, somehow, you've still had a crush on him for 3 years. it's truly a marvel. james and his friends, fondly referred to as the 'marauders', often play practical jokes. of course, when out of the blue on a random tuesday james sheepishly approaches you asking if you want to go to hogsmeade together, you think it's some sort of joke. a cruel trick of the universe, to tug on your poor pining heart. so you scowl at him, and turn straight on your heel and march off.

james and you have been friends for years, longer then you've ever liked him, so the only logical answer is that its all a joke. a cruel joke. and one, though you'd never say to anybody else, hurts. a lot. so, like the very mature person you are, you decide to ignore his existence for the rest of the day, and the following morning. when james gets remus, your loyal potions buddy, to past notes to you in class, you throw them straight in the bin; ignoring remus's skeptical stare, with an eye-roll and shrug. and just as you think you've evaded him the whole day, he corners you as you leave history of magic.

"whats wrong with you? you've been ignoring me all day? did i fuck up that bad?" he says, hot on your heels behind you as you storm through the hallway away.

"you know james, if your gonna be such a fucking dick about peoples feelings, you shouldn't just expect them to take it. and if you do, consider yourself no longer my friend. don't talk to me, stop passing notes, stop staring at me, and stop corning me on my way out of class!" you snap, turning to stare at him with your arms folded.

and james, well, james just pouts. a confused look spreads across his brow.

"i- i thought you liked me? and i really like you- and i don't understand, i truly wasn't trying to play with your feelings or- or anything like that!" he replies, sounding adorably confused and sincere, and you falter.

"you asked me out as a joke james! how is that anything but playing with my-"

"sorry what? no! i was very serious. i like you. a lot. have for a while and it's taking me so, so long to work up the courage. i've taken too long and now i've blown it." james cuts in, stepping forward into your space, except you don't back away.

"you.. weren't joking?"

"of course not!" he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. he looks rather upset actually, a frown on his face.

you blink at him, stepping closer.

"you actually meant it? you, er, like me?"

"head over heels." he confirms, with a smile spreading across his face

"well then, ill see on saturday night." you say, a small smile in return before turning rather quickly away to rush off to your dorm, a light blush coating your cheeks.

james twirls on the spot, throwing his fist in the air in a quiet "yes!" before dashing after you.

"wait! where do you wanna go because i was thinking something special? my treat- god let me treat you right!"

[songsofadelaide]

Solstice

cw: set in 2013, we're in high school, female reader, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, use of the endearment "baby", but only because I don't like using "yn", kageyama is a spoiled and clingy bf since it's just you two — Kageyama's clinginess would be your entire undoing.

You liked the cool weekend afternoons. 

Days like these were rare and they were made even more precious ever since Kageyama started coming over after their morning training. It was a bit odd for you at first since you were used to spending such quaint afternoons writing at home, but he would arrive with a few boxes of Gun Gun Yogurt to share with you and paid absolutely no mind as you continued your trance-like scribbling on the living room table while he fell asleep on the couch. You could tell that he liked the arrangement since he started coming more often. 

He followed you into your house after you gave him a hug, his fingers gently tugging at the sleeves of your soft woollen sweater. You sat him down and took your seat back on the small cushion on the floor, taking a carton of the treats he brought over for you. 

Kageyama was a fast sleeper. He would watch you write for a few moments before closing his eyes to fall asleep and wouldn't wake until your mother calls you both for dinner. Your mother isn't at home today, though, so you would have to make dinner yourself. 

"Baby."

"Yes, Tobio-san?" You looked up at him as he sat down on your couch. 

"You..." He started rather nervously. "Would you like to sleep with me?"

Oh, that's new, you couldn't help but think to yourself. He raised his hands in defence when he saw the clearly surprised expression on your face that you couldn't stop from showing. 

"It's a-all right if you don't— I mean I just thought it would be—" 

You placed the cap back on your pen and closed your notebook before you got back up on your feet and stood before him. "Okay. Let's sleep." 

He took your hands into his own, reading the look in your eyes as he pulled you close for an embrace, his arms gently coiling around your waist. 

The sigh of relief that left his lips as his cheek collided with your chest surprised you yet again. "Tired?"

"You could tell?"

"I figured this much," you brought your hands to his face. "Have a good rest, Tobio-san. I won't go anywhere." 

It did take a while for the two of you to fall asleep since you started kissing him and he got all antsy for a moment. You weren't a fast sleeper since so many things ran through your head in the quiet, but you revelled in the sight of your sleeping dearly beloved, his arms still around you protectively. 

"I'd definitely sleep more if I'd wake up to this sight every single day," you whispered to yourself, brushing away the strands of dark hair over Kageyama's eyes. "Sleep well, Tobio."

You were pretty sure you had a good sleep as well. Evening came and it was time to prepare dinner, so you tried to gently slip away from your still-asleep boyfriend's grip, only to be met by soft resistance and the refusal to let you go.

"Nnnooo..." he grumbled as you moved away, being instantly pulled back into his arms. "Y'don't have to make a big dinner if it's just the two of us. We can have a quick one later... Just stay a bit longer because it's cold."

Kageyama's clinginess would be your entire undoing, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You figured it wouldn't hurt to have a quick dinner with just about anything later so you resigned yourself back into his eager arms, gently slipping your head under his chin. 

"I fall in love with you more every time, Tobio," you murmured against his neck. "It's unfair how you can be this clingy."

"S'not," he retorted, sighing in comfort as you settled back into his arms. "What's unfair is you leaving me out here in the cold."

You smiled to yourself, snuggling up to him as close as possible. You didn't even notice how cold it was because of how closely he held you. 

Author's Notes: Happy birthday, Tobiooo! Honestly, broody blue-eyed boys will be the end of me. 🥺💙 This is part of my older HQ series on AO3, Strawberry Skies and Starlight. I still have big love for Haikyuu and I'm so looking forward to the Battle at the Garbage Dump movie adaptation.

[mortemtheraven]

Fire and Rain

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN!Reader

Summary: When the Rave'n became the talk of the town, you were more than ecstatic to be asked by your best friend aka long time crush, Ajax with him as his partner. But things took a different turn when you saw him more interested in Enid Sinclair than his own date.

Warning(s): Angst (fluff in the end)

"This school is getting on my nerves," You ranted to Ajax while hanging out in the quad. "All everyone's talking about is the upcoming Rave'n!"

"No one's asked you yet?" Ajax chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. "As if I care. I'm not going anyway."

Ajax turned to face you abruptly. "You're not?"

"Nope, I'd rather study alone in my dorm." No matter how bad it sounds, it's better than going to the Rave'n with a random person that's not Ajax. Yes, you like him for a long time now, but he's too oblivious to notice. Suppose it comes with liking a cute but an absolute idiot of a gorgon.

"Geez, Y/n. Aren't you smart enough? Enjoy life for once."

You clicked your tongue. "One can never be smart enough, Ajax. And I enjoy studying, or maybe I could find a good book and read while you guys dance the night away."

"You're such a bummer, Y/n." You rolled your eyes. Maybe I wouldn't be if you would just ask me, idiot. You thought.

"So, how's that date with Enid?" You asked, clearing your throat. He told you before that he asked Enid out after she snapped at him. As much as it hurts on your part, it's not like you could do anything about it.

"Oh, uh," Ajax laughed awkwardly. "It never happened. I k-kinda stoned myself accidentally and she assumed I stood her up."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop it, Y/n. It's already embarrassing that she already has a date to the Rave'n." he pouted.

"Sorry, it's just a little funny. By the way, I still have to return the book I borrowed. See ya later!" You stood up, still laughing a little and went to the library.

Later that night, you were answering some of your homeworks when someone knocked on your door. Your siren roommate left awhile ago so you had to open the door yourself, grumbling because of the interruption of your study session. But all your complaints immediately vanished at the sight of Ajax standing outside your door with his hands buried in his hoodie's pockets.

"Ajax! What brings you here?" You asked in surprise. It's already 9 PM after all.

"I'm not gonna be long. I just wanna ask you–" he sighed and scratched his nape awkwardly. "W-Would you like to go to the Rave'n with me tomorrow, Y/n?"

You were too stunned to reply immediately, but when you finally processed the sudden information, you practically beamed. "Yes! Yes, of course."

Ajax smiled, his smile basically radiating making you swoon internally. "Great! See you tomorrow, Y/n. Goodnight."

"Night!" You jumped on the balls of your feet, giddy and grinning widely while Ajax turned around to leave, muttering a silent yes.

The time of the Rave'n came, you're already dressed up in white according to the chosen theme. By the end of the night, you hoped everything goes according to your plan. Confess, be Ajax's (s/o), and finally have your wish come true.

Someone knocked on your door and you immediately opened it to reveal Ajax in a white beanie, blazer and slacks. Gosh, he's amazing. You thought, drinking in his appearance.

"Hi," Ajax greeted, grinning widely.

"Hi," You replied, practically forcing yourself not to act all stupid and giddy in front of him.

"You look amazing, Y/n." You blushed at his simple compliment.

"Thanks, you look nice too." You silently scolded yourself for using the word ‘nice’ to describe him. He's way above that.

Ajax chuckled and offered his arm. "So, shall we?"

You ducked your head to hide your red face and clung to his arm. He smells great, you thought. Shut up, Y/n.

It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at the venue, Ms. Thornhill greeting you by the entrance. You only smiled timidly at her and anxiously looked around. Ajax noticed how you tightened your grip on his elbow.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright. I'm not leaving your side. We're gonna have a blast." Your heart fluttered at his words. He knows you so well, how bad you get when you're in a big crowd, especially when you're conspicuously noticable in your stunning look. People are starting to look at you in surprise, not believing the once plain-looking Y/n bloomed into a beauteous flower.

"Shall we find a seat?" You nodded at Ajax, happy that his mere presence is enough to distract you from the stares you're getting.

"Don't mind them, Y/n. They're just staring at you because you startled them. You look great after all." You smiled at Ajax's words after he guided you to an empty chair, blushing at his gestures.

"Thanks, I'm not really used to compliments."

"Well, you'll be getting them more and more from now on." Ajax grinned cheekily.

Minutes later, you were anxiously tapping on your lap. Why hasn't Ajax asked you to dance yet? What's he waiting for? The two of you are just sitting silently on your table, watching as the other partners take the floor.

And then you saw it. You noticed Ajax staring unblinkingly at something. . . or perhaps someone. You followed his gaze and spotted Enid with her normie date. Of course, you thought bitterly. He only asked you to be his date because he can't have her.

The fact hurts more than it should. You couldn't help it, the sight of Ajax jealous of Enid's date is much more painful than him not asking you to dance. So you stood up, chair scraping loudly against the floor and finally getting his attention.

"Y/n?" You ignored him and began to walk away. "Where are you going?"

You turned to face him with tears threatening to fall from your angry eyes. "Out of here. I'm done being an option to you, Ajax."

With that, you turned around and finally walked out of that place.

"Y/n! Wait up!" You cursed, why couldn't he just leave you alone?

"Leave me alone, Ajax," You grumbled, walking faster. "Go back to Enid!"

"We should at least talk about this!"

You finally turned around angrily, him stopping a few feet away from you. "There's nothing to talk about, Ajax. I get it, okay?! You asked me to be your date because you can't ask her. I'm so stupid to just notice it now!"

"It's not like that–" You cut him off.

"Yes, it is! Don't even deny it! I was just an option to you. I have done everything for you to notice that I shouldn't even be a choice! I've been with you since you transferred to Nevermore! Helping you through and with everything you're having problems with! Yet all I receive in return is rejection and pain from you!"

"What do you mean rejection?" You literally facepalmed at this point.

"Ajax, wake up for once! I love you! And you don't even notice it, not even once. You're always pining over different girls, any girl but me! Am I not enough for you?" You pointed at yourself, hot tears spilling from your eyes.

"Y/n, no–"

"Then why haven't you looked at me in a different light?! I'm always your best friend, only your best friend—nothing more. . ." You wiped your tears angrily. "And I'm done, Ajax. I'm done trying, you already exhausted my patience and hope that you'd ever love me back the way I want you to. So have a blast, Ajax, go back to the Rave'n and ask her out."

You turned to leave once more but a tight hand gripped your wrist and pushed you against a parked car. Ajax was breathing heavily, looking at you with a foreign look on his face. Mostly annoyance.

"Will you let me finish my sentence for once?! I'm sorry, okay?! I should've noticed it earlier, but I'm a gorgon and I'm mostly oblivious about things. If only you've cleared things up with words instead of confusing signals, I should've kissed you long ago!"

Your eyes widened, heart thumping nervously against your chest. "W-What?"

Ajax stared at you through his eyelashes. "Yes, Y/n. I do feel the same way if not much more. But you keep hinting stuff at me and then act casually after, I couldn't help but think that maybe you just want us to stay as friends. I like you a lot, and labeling us as best friends doesn't really make me feel better so I try to distract myself with other girls except you. But I couldn't. Enid is a good friend and when she said she's going with someone else, I couldn't help but feel slightly offended."

You raised your eyebrow. "And that means?"

"Yes, I am an idiot. But then Enid said that I should just man up and ask you, so I did. I actually hoped I would be able to confess to you after the dance, but not like this. Not outside in the freaking parking lot."

"But why didn't you ask me to dance? You just kept on staring at her." Ajax's eyes softened.

"Because I thought you hated dancing, you mentioned it once during detention with me. As for Enid, she was secretly giving me to-go signals." Ajax mumbled in embarrassment, his face turning red.

Your chest hurt at how fast your heart is beating at the moment, you wondered if he could hear it pounding loudly. "You really mean that?"

Ajax chuckled at your big, glistening (e/c) eyes. "Yes, Y/n. With all sincerity I could muster."

"You're really not just saying all that because you feel bad–" Ajax cut you off by crashing his lips on yours.

A bold move. . . but you loved it anyway. So you kissed back, moving your hands to the back of his neck whilst he pulled you closer by the waist. You couldn't believe what was happening, especially when he started pushing you against a parked car slightly, leading into a full-blown make out and yet his hold on you still gentle and careful.

"I do like you, Y/n. Love you even, for everything you are. Y-Your snarky wits, the way you're not afraid to snap at people who makes fun of me for being a dork sometimes, the way you prefer to study alone in your dorm rather than go to parties, the way you smile at me and just–" Ajax sighed dreamily. "Everything about you basically."

You cradled his cheek, smiling and genuinely touched at his rambling. "You're lucky you're cute, so I forgive you." You said in a joking manner and he laughed, kissing you again as though he could never get enough of you.

[aybeebz]

They'd been on many little excursions, both with and without other friends to accompany them. But one thing was certain: Luigi and Daisy seemed to go off with each other more and more frequently.

It was obvious they were each quite fond of one another...or rather something more than just "fond."

Honestly, Luigi was completely smitten with Daisy. Her brashness, her confidence, her bravery... it all left him completely enamored.

So much so that he felt he didn't have the moxie to openly proclaim his adoration to her for the fear of pushing her away. If only he could muster up the courage to open his heart to her. As much as it hurt him, he'd decided not to get his hopes up of ever truly winning her over. It'd be best to keep his mouth shut on the matter.

.....

Little did he know, she had her own thoughts to share on their situation...

Luigi swallowed the growing lump in his throat. Crap, this wasn't right at all! Had he really given the impression that he was disinterested in her? It never occurred to him that she might read his attempt at modesty as a rebuttal of affections. As difficult as it was, he listened patiently as she continued.

"Then again, I know you're shy and soft spoken. Heh, hell, that's honestly one of the things I love about you. You're this sweet, sensitive, all around genuine fella... That's not something I've seen very often. That's part of what drew me to you..."

"But.... I've also noticed you seem to try to accommodate other's needs and wants... Even if it takes away from you, yourself... The last thing I'd want to do is take advantage of that. I absolutely do NOT want to drag you into something you're not interested in. So I-... I-I guess what I'm trying to say is that... I want to know your true feelings... I'd like to know formally if you'd actually..," she paused, biting her lower lip almost bashfully, "want to be in a relationship with me..."

His heart sank with every word that came out of her mouth. Because his feelings for her WERE very strong... So strong that he wasn't entirely sure how to express them verbally. Sure he hadn't made blatant statements of his affection out loud, but his reasoning was simply that...

He never actually thought his feelings would be reciprocated.

And so he kept those feelings inside, to not be known by anyone but himself. Granted, his brother could read him like a book(and vice versa), but to her? His silence was just that; Silence. Meaning now he had to clarify what his true thoughts were about this spitfire of a lady he'd grown to swoon over.

A task easier said than done.

"So please, Luigi... Spare my feelings. And be honest. How do you really feel... about me?.."

He steeled himself as he tried to think of how he wanted to word what he had to say.

"Princess, I-"

"Just Daisy."

"I- Uh?.."

She shifted her stance uncomfortably. "We're way past formalities, aren't we? Please just call me by my name."

Luigi nodded. "Y-yes, yes, you're right." He took a second to clear his throat. "Daisy... I know I've not been very, eh... Direct with you. A-And I'm so sorry for that. I never, NEVER meant to make you think that I don't enjoy your company... I actually enjoy it a lot, honestly."

He fidgeted in place for a moment, trying to assess the vibe of the space they occupied. Daisy remained in her guarded position, brows still furrowed ever slightly. A shiver went down his spine.

'The way she can intimidate a person by looks alone... What a woman~💞' he thought, briefly.

"You have this, ah...," he gestured his hands in a circle motion as he tried to think of the word, "I don't know... this presence about you that is so strong, so fierce... A-And you have this passion for living life to the fullest, facing everything head on without fear... I may not be saying this correctly but..."

"...."

"You're one of a kind, Daisy. Deserving of so much more than... than an awkward tinker that doesn't know what he's talking about... I could never imagine that someone as amazing as you are... would settle for a klutz like me..."

Her expression softened as she uncrossed her arms. "You're not a ''klutz,'' Luigi..," she chuckled, "I mean, you might be a little clumsy, maybe a little awkward, but that's not a bad thing. If anything, I find it endearing. I like that you're not perfect." She smiled up at him fondly. "... that you're authentically yourself. That's more than enough for me."

Luigi's face flushed at that last statement. It took him a second to realize he'd gone silent again. He cleared his throat again. "Okay... rambling over... You deserve to hear what I've neglected to tell you."

"And that is..?" Daisy quietly asked, eyes wide in anticipation.

Taking a long, deep breath, he gingerly placed his hands on her shoulders. He tried desperately to swallow his nerves.

"Prin- Ah-... Daisy. I... I..."

He could feel the color rush to his cheeks as he sputtered. He panicked. Why NOW of all times was he drawing a blank?

"I... I uh..."

Daisy's intense, waiting gaze didn't quite help his nerves. If anything, it made it so much harder to speak his mind.

'SAY SOMETHING YOU FOOL!!' he screamed at himself internally. There had to be some way to convey his feelings clearly!

"Um...."

......

Before he could think, his hand gently traveled up her arm, past her shoulder until it caressed her face...

and then-

His heart raced. The rush of sheer bliss that clouded his mind was unreal. To hold the woman he adored so close, so intimately was.... pure ecstasy~

But all too soon he suddenly snapped back to himself.... 'Oh no... Oh no! Did I overstep?? Was this unwarranted?? What have I done?? She's gonna be so angry with me!! I have to apologize!! Oh stars, I've ruined everything!!' his mind was flooded with thoughts of regret and embarrassment.

But before he could pull away to explain himself, to express how ashamed he was... he felt her warm hands resting atop of his wrists, steadying them. Glancing up momentarily, he realized she was leaning her weight ever so slightly into him as her soft lips pressed against his own.

She was... Kissing him back?

Huh... Maybe This was the right call after all?

His eyelids slid closed and he allowed himself to enjoy the intimate moment.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity.

After a few moments, Luigi finally pulled back to look her in the eyes. With a new vigor in his demeanor, he knew exactly the words that truly described his feelings for the princess of Sarasaland.

"I love you, Daisy..."

In wonderment, she stared back at him. Then a sweet, yet sly smirk crept across her lips. "Well I'm glad the feeling's mutual... cuz I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't kiss you like that again~💕"

It seemed that FINALLY, their relationship could officially be considered solidified❤️

[vkooksupremacy]

Let's leave together, forever

Sung Hanbin x Male Reader

To watch the person you loved trapped in an arranged marriage is torture. And that's exactly what Y/N felt. With tear filled eyes and trembling hands, he helped his now ex boyfriend straighten his tie.

He could feel Hanbin's n's eyes on him the entire time, but refused to meet them. The hurt was too much to bear.

"I won't say yes." The words took Y/N off guard. He looked into Hanbin's eyes, and they held a sincerity that Y/N couldn't bear. "I'll go to the altar, but I won't marry her.

"Bin-"

"Run away with me, live our lives somewhere else." Hanbin begged, with unshed tears glossing his eyes too. "I talked to my uncle and aunt in Germany. We'll start a new life there."

"Of course." Y/N squeezed Hanbin's hand one last time and departed the room. Hanbin, too, left the room, to wait at the altar. Their friends were now all in on the plan, ready to stop anyone from stopping the two.

Eunha, Hanbin's bride, was only too happy to agree to this marriage. She'd harbored feelings for Hanbin since forever, but he only had eyes for Y/N. Eunha was determined to make Hanbin cut ties with Y/N after the wedding.

"Speak now, or forever rhild your peace."

"I object!" Gasps came from everyone as they stared at Hanbin, unable to fathom it. "I was forced into this marriage. Even if the bride willingly entered it, I will not."

"I'd rather leave this country than spend my life without the one person I love. Lee Y/N." Y/N's outstretched hand met Hanbin's, and together they ran. Ran all the way out of the church, their friends not far behind, laughing happily.

"That was epic!" Yujin cried, as he and Taerae ran circles around the others. "Did you see Eunha's face?"

"Oh that was epic alright." There was a twinkle in Hanbin's eye. "Come on boys, we've got a life to start in Germany."

____________________

"Hello?"

"Sung Hanbin how dar you!" His mother shrieked. "We were going to strike it rich! And you- you and your little boyfriend just had to ruin it!"

"I will never marry someone I don't love." Hanbin said calmly. "And if that means never seeing you again, so be it. Y/N's my one and only. Accept it or leave my life."

"See how you like it then." Hanbin's mother hung up.

Y/N let out a snort and Hanbin began to laugh too. There was nothing funny about the situation really.

"Why are you guys laughing?" Ricky asked, walking in with two bags of food.

"Mrs Sung." Y/N sniggered. "She told Hanbin to see how he likes not talking to her, when he hasn't spoken to her since the 'wedding'."

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi! I love your writing so much. Would you mind making some sort of civilian x villain snippet?? (If not that’s totally fine)

Have a nice day!! ❤️❤️

"You know none of your staff get it, right? Why you're with me?"

"They all love you," the villain said.

"Yes."

The easy admission of that got the villain's attention, and they glanced down at the civilian. The two of them were tangled in a heap of limbs on the sofa, in one of their rare moments of down time together. The villain's fingers stilled, where they'd been carding idly through the civilian's hair.

"Do they need to get it?" the villain asked. "Or is this saying you don't get it, and talking around the subject?"

The civilian huffed. "Obviously I get it."

"Yet it bothers you that they don't, even when the issue is clearly not that they don't...like you?" The villain sounded confused. On another occasion, on another topic, the civilian may have felt a little smug. It was rather rare to get that mad genius brain confused, regardless of if the topic was their latest technological scheme or a scheme of human emotion.

Maybe the civilian had been foolish to bring it up. They bit their lip. The villain tipped the civilian's chin up, palm resting warm against their throat.

"Talk," the villain said.

"I'm thinking how best to put it."

"Think aloud."

The civilian rolled their eyes, only to swallow against the villain's fingers as they caught the full force of their lover's gaze.

"How would you feel," they said, "if everyone viewed you as an extension of me? Like, you are the tag on the end of my name."

"I'd be honoured to be associated with you." The villain was perfectly sincere, because of course they bloody were. Their head tilted, eyes narrowing a fraction. "You...don't like being associated with me?"

"No. I mean - no, that's not exactly it. I just -" The civilian scowled, and definitely regretted bringing it up. "I guess I never thought what it would be like dating a celebrity."

"Is that what I am?" The villain smirked. "A celebrity?"

"You're a famous person."

"I prefer notorious."

"You know what I mean."

"Mm." The villain considered, thumb skating along the frustrated clench of the civilian's jaw.

"Please don't take this the wrong way," the civilian said, reaching up to squeeze the villain's hand. "I love being with you. I love you."

"But you don't love the feeling that I am your key identifier. You are my partner more than you are your own person."

"Sometimes," the civilian said, barely above a whisper. "Yeah. It's stupid."

The villain dug their nails in, gently enough, though the warning was there. Don't talk shit about yourself.

"And because people identify you more with me then with yourself, the question becomes 'yeah they're lovely, but I could have anyone I want, so why them? I see.'

The villain had their thoughtful, problem fixing face on, eyes going distant.

"I'm not saying this because I think you can do anything about it or because I expect you to fix it. I just..."

"It's because most of the things you do, that make me see you differently to how other people see you, happen when we're alone."

It was the civilian's turn to blink, glancing up.

"Every time you negotiate for someone's life, or make suggestions to my plans, you do it here. At home."

"Well, yeah. What. You want me to challenge you in public?" That seemed an absolutely terrible idea. There was a reason why the civilian always diverted to it just being the two of them.

"No."

"Mm," the civilian said.

"I wouldn't hurt you if you did it in public."

"I know. But -"

"But it's us. It's private."

"Yeah."

The villain's hand moved to the civilian's hair, stroking through it again. "Well, I personally don't mind that the rest of them never get to see how incredible you are." They tugged, so they could press a kiss to the civilian's forehead. "More for me. No chance they're going to try to poach you off me."

The civilian laughed. "Of course that's your takeaway from this."

"Does it make you feel better?"

The civilian opened their mouth, only to pause. Actually. It did.

The villain smirked. "Don't ever suggest I can't fix your problems, darling."

And then, the villain kissed them, and what other people thought really didn't matter at all.

[corn-fanfiction]

Mark Hoffman fluff?

Ask and ye shall receive, dear Anon.

Rating: M

Tags: language, drugs n alcohol, Eric Matthews being himself, fluff (I tried anyway), some descriptions of facial wounds

Not an Asshole (Mark Hoffman x GN!Reader)

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"Ah!"

You suck air through your teeth and cradle an ice pack against one side of your head while thick yet curiously nimble fingers work at the laceration on the other side. Mark has removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Things would be different if your vision wasn't still skewed from the tussle. For one, you'd be fixing your wound yourself. Also... you'd be able to better glimpse at Mark's face while he focuses on his work. His brow furrows differently than normal when he focuses, like the usual scowl is a front and this is him in his element.

"Am I gonna have to report this?" he grumbles, setting aside a bloodied alcohol wipe and readying a suture.

"I'm probably the last person you wanna ask."

"Why?"

He's mumbling, clearly looking to fill the silent space. You indulge him.

"Because you know what I'm gonna say."

"That I shouldn't report it?"

"Yep."

"You broke a pretty strict code of conduct," he murmurs so quietly it almost registers as a hum.

You had, in fact, broken quite a few codes of conduct, and in public no less. There's a reason you're in your apartment and not the hospital.

"He had it coming."

Mark 'tsked'. "Still."

You smirk. He agrees with you.

"Get that smile off your face. He's gonna run straight to the chief and tell. I give you a day, if that. Hold still; this is gonna hurt."

You clench your teeth and grip your whiskey glass so hard you're afraid it might shatter in your hand, and then Mark will have even more to clean up. He begins your sitches and you take a shaky sip.

"Still," he scolds you like you're a disobedient animal. You roll your eyes.

"Just take me out back and shoot me."

"You're so dramatic. They're stitches."

"Yeah, and they fucking hurt."

"Well, you fucking earned em, didn't you, Ace?"

Ace. Your nickname, or rather, his nickname for you. Because no one else called you Ace. It started out mean, critical. You were, after all, a rookie, and he your mentor. He was allowed to say basically whatever he wanted to you, and in the beginning, he did. He said things that had you crying in your car as soon as you were out of sight. Any stress, he took out on you. Even the shit that probably wasn't even related to work- it ended up on your shoulders.

It was like that for a while. Then, something changed.

To put it simply, you had saved his life. He was caught unawares, him, and you managed to talk the perpetrator down. More than that, you'd been stupid, deliberately putting yourself in harm's way just to save Hoffman from a beating or maybe a bullet.

So you're Ace. Hotshot, hotheaded. Everything Mark was before you entered the picture. Now, he finds himself taking on some kind of new role to balance you out, though he's not exactly sure what it is or how much he likes it.

"Not my proudest moment, admittedly," you say with a pained groan as Mark pulls the sitches through.

"I'd really hope a bar fight with Eric Matthews was not your proudest moment, no."

"It wasn't a bar fight."

"Ace-"

"It was outside the bar and he threw the first punch."

"He missed."

"Yeah, the first swing."

"I don't feel like arguing about this- hold still unless you wanna lose an eye."

Begrudgingly, you seal your mouth as he manages the last stitch. He pulls a particularly sensitive piece of skin, or maybe sends the needle a little too deep because you hiss and shoot a hand out to clutch his leg.

"Sorry," he mutters. You can't see him, but you feel his eyes hot on your hand and you pull it away, trying and failing to mumble an apology of your own. Even though he's literally sewing your skin closed, the hand to thigh contact is somehow the most intimate thing that's ever happened.

And you have to admit: you maybe had the occasional fantasy about Mark. It couldn't be helped. He's a man in a position of power and you have enough childhood whatever that it has a certain draw. But in any of those fantasies, it's you playing doctor to him. He's the more notorious hothead, after all.

"You're probably mad I'm stealing your title," you half joke. He snips the suture and dabs at it lightly with a fresh alcohol wipe.

"Oh yeah? You think you're gonna make head detective?"

The first part of your response is a gut reaction. "God no. I meant as the biggest asshole in the precinct."

His hands slow, and for a moment, though you're still coming down from your near blackout-level of drunkenness, you're scared you offended him.

"You're not an asshole, Ace. Well, maybe sometimes. But your heart's in the right place."

You're never one for serious or genuine conversations. You always want to leave a conversation with a joke or snarky remark. But here, now...

"And yours isn't?"

After a moment, he sighs and turns himself away. You're sitting on your kitchen counter and he's on a barstool. Even with these levels, he's as tall as you. You kick your legs as he stands.

"This isn't about me."

You hop down from the counter. "I think it is about you as much as it is about me."

He shoots you a grim look. "How do you figure that?"

"Come on. Matthews is pissed that you're good at your job, and by extension, I'm occasionally good at my job."

"That's vanity," he quips.

"But am I wrong?"

He struggles for a moment, caught between lying versus telling you that you're right. He says neither.

"Not the point."

He removes his gloves and tosses them in the trash, along with the wipes and leftover sutures. There's a moment of silence, of him watching you as you retrieve the whiskey and refilling your glass.

"Want one?" You ask.

"Sure."

You get another glass and pour. Like it's a strange instinct, you touch glasses before drinking.

"To being the two biggest assholes in the precinct," he says. You half expect the phrase to be some sort of sad, but he says it with a small smile, as if to say 'yes, we are, and that's just the way it'll have to be.'

You don't mind the idea.

You down your whiskey and pour another glass.

"Slow down there, Ace. How many painkillers have you taken?"

Honestly? You don't remember.

"...some. I'm fine."

To prove just how fine you are, you push yourself from the counter and immediately stumble.

"Alright," Mark sighs and sets his glass on the counter. "Where you trying to go?"

"Couch," you point. It would seem that yes, most of the substances you've ingested in the past two hours are combining at once.

Mark comes and hovers a guiding hand at your lower back to move you to the couch. You make it, plopping down and grabbing the remote.

"Whaddya wanna watch?" You ask, not quite slurring your words but definitely not enunciating them.

"I really oughta get home, let you rest."

"Noooo!" You groan. "At least not right now. What if I have a concussion? I can't sleep, right?"

Panic starts to creep in. You have been a little irresponsible tonight.

"And the drinking, and the meds- holy shit..."

You get woozy, start to fall on your bad side and Mark catches you and sits you up.

"Okay, where's the bathroom?"

You wave your hand to the hallways behind you and he leaves. Distantly, through your haze you hear Judge Judy on the tv. Mark returns with a cold wash cloth and the small trashcan from the bathroom.

"Here," he hands you the cloth and you set it on the back of your neck. Mark sets the bin by your feet. He straightens up and gets a good look at the state of you.

"Well, now I'm worried about you passing out."

And now you feel guilty about keeping him here.

"You're fine," you mumble. "Don't wanna keep you here."

Mark sighs, looks around the room, then looses his collar, undoes the first two buttons of his shirt.

"Scoot," he instructs, and you move yourself to one side of the couch. Mark kicks off his shoes and sits beside you.

"I'm staying until we're certain you won't overdose in the middle of the night. Deal?"

You would verbally respond but you're getting sleepy. You nod.

"Hey, wake up. Can't sleep yet."

"Whynot."

"Concussion."

You turn so your body is facing inwards, towards Mark. You toss the remote onto his lap.

"Pick something."

"This is fine."

"No, you hate reality TV."

"How do you know?"

"You told me once," you mumble with your eyes closed. You roll your head back and forth to keep awake.

"Oh," he says. "Well, I don't mind this one."

You crack an eye open. "You like Judy?"

He doesn't respond, just purses his lips.

You're not in your right mind. That's what you tell yourself every day since this night because it's the most dignified way you can justify your next move.

You've pulled your socked feet up on the couch and start nudging Mark's leg with your toes. His head swivels towards you.

"What?"

You clear your throat and squeeze your eyes shut to let a stab of pain pass.

"Lap."

When he realizes what you want, Mark sighs and moves his arm so you can swing your feet onto his thigh, snuggling even closer. He tenses, but doesn't move.

"You're not an asshole," you mumble. Your forehead gets closer to his shoulder.

"Yeah, I am."

"Not to me."

"I used to be."

"I know," you yawn. "I forgive you."

As you fall asleep, you think you might hear an apology slip through his lips.

-

When you wake up the next morning, Mark's gone. But you wake up on your side, covered in a blanket, the trash can placed strategically by your head. On your coffee table is a glass of water and two painkillers. And next to them is a sticky note.

Ace,

eat first. Don't take on an empty stomach.

-Mark

You smile and chug the water, then take the pills anyway. Your stitches ache, and your brain pulses against your skull, but you grip the note tightly in your hand, content to slip it into a drawer somewhere and 'forget' to throw it away.

Yep. Maybe an asshole. But not last night. Not today.

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Sorry if it's OOC but Mark's not a super fluffy guy. This seemed like a natural-ish way to play it. Thanks for the req, anon!!

[maochira]

You belong to yourself.

A continuation of "Until the mirror breaks." [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3]

Tags: gn!youngest sibling!reader, this is a few days after part 3, hurt/comfort, mao lets them have a happy ending?? unbelievable

Synopsis: Sae is tired of Rin's irrational behaviour and tries to talk some sense into him, only to be met by Rin's coldness. As Sae keeps wondering what to do to help his youngest sibling, the little one approaches Rin on their own.

(A/N: I know I said I wouldn't write a continuation, but... the inspiration hit me. Also, if you're wondering why I'm not calling it "Until the mirror breaks part 4", it's because the mirror broke in part 3.)

It's been days, and Rin still refuses to talk to you. And at this point, he doesn't even talk to Sae either.

To you, Rin is unrecognizable. To you, he's always been a loving and protective big brother, even though he could be a bit controlling and possessive about your soccer career at times.

Maybe more than "a bit", since until now, your entire life regarding soccer has been in his hands. He started training you at a young age and he chose the team you got in.

All for the sake of making you the next prodigy, so he could beat Sae together with you. For the sake of having you on his side forever. He wanted to see himself in you.

Until the mirror broke.

Since Rin started ignoring you, Sae finally got a chance to develop a proper bond with you. Sure, it took until you're 8 years old, but something in him finally set the big brother instinct in him free, which he hid away after his rivalry with Rin started.

Maybe it was the internalized fear of being seen as a bad brother again. Especially considering the way Rin talked about him towards you back when you were younger.

As the day of Sae leaving again approaches, he keeps thinking about ways to fix things with Rin. He knows there's no way to fix the relationship he has with the younger brother, but he certainly wants to fix what's going on between you and Rin. Sae doesn't want you to continue being treated as coldly as Rin currently does.

It really pains him to see you like this. Your sad face every time you approach Rin to talk, but he turns away each time.

And really, Rin is acting immature. To him, you've always been perfect, always walked along the path he created for you. But now that you've only disappointed him once, by a mistake that wasn't even your fault, he acts as if you've only ever done wrong to him.

Only one mistake hurt the pride he carried for you so much. Sure, the mistake ended with him getting embarrassed, but is something like this really enough to start resenting you like this? In Rin's case, the answer is yes, apparently.

Sae doesn't want to make the same mistake he did years ago. This time, he's not going to talk to Rin on his last day of staying at home, this time he's doing it days earlier. Just in case, so he can be there for you if needed.

"Hey, Rin." Sae says as he enters the kitchen, where Rin is currently preparing dinner. "Can we talk for a moment?"

"I'd rather not." Rin hisses back immediately. "I know what you're going to tell me anyways. Just keep it to yourself."

Sae lets out a deep sigh and leans back against the wall. "Rin, come on. You can't act like this every time someone disappoints you."

"It's not just 'someone'," Rin looks at Sae for a moment, "It's my sibling. Not the first one either."

"Keep whatever it is between us out of this for a moment. This is about (Y/N)."

"What is between me and you," Rin points the knife he's holding in Sae's direction for a moment before he returns to cutting vegetables, "Is just as relevant as what's between me and (Y/N)."

"You want to compare what's between us with an 8-year-old messing up in a match? Due to their fear of cameras? Seriously?" Sae's tone is getting slightly passive-aggressive.

Those words hit Rin like a knife to the chest. It makes him realize how irrationally he's acting, but still not willing to step down from the point he stands on. It would mean admitting Sae is right.

"Shut up already. I didn't want to talk to you in the first place!" Rin snaps at Sae.

For a moment, Sae opens his mouth with the intention to continue talking, but after realizing this conversation won't go anywhere, he closes his mouth again and leaves the kitchen.

On his way to his own room, Sae meets you in the hallway. You just returned home from soccer practice. Seeing you makes Sae's frustration about Rin fade away quickly.

"Hey, how was practice?" Your older brother asks as he ruffles your hair. "Better than that last match, I assume?"

"A lot better." You tell him and giggle when he starts ruffling your hair.

"Great to hear." Sae smiles as he picks up your bag and then walks you to your room. "So, you don't want to quit soccer after all?" He opens the door and lets you step in before following you shortly after.

You shake your head for no. "Soccer is fun. I don't want to stop playing," You explain, "But I think I don't want to do it professionally when I grow up."

Sae puts your bag down and sits down on your bed. "Because of the cameras, hm? You might grow out of that fear when you get older."

You sit down next to him and shrug. "I don't know yet..."

"Hey hey, no getting sad again." Sae ruffles your hair another time in an attempt to lighten your mood. "I'm not Rin. I'm not pushing you into anything I want."

At the mention of Rin you look down onto the floor and only smile weakly. "I know you're not... doing that..."

Sae notices how much the entire thing with Rin is still dragging you down, and will most likely continue dragging you down in the future. Just the thought of it forms a weird pressure in his chest.

He's determined to fix things. Somehow.

As the days continue, Sae's leaving is only three days away and he still hasn't figured out how to help. He's talked to your parents, but even they have had no success in talking to Rin about this. But your oldest brother doesn't want this to be another hopeless case. He doesn't want this to turn out the way things became between himself and Rin.

And while Sae keeps thinking about ways to get Rin into thinking about the situation in a rational way, you've already decided to take things into your own hands. Something about the way Sae finally developed a bond with you and kept encouraging you to go your own way made you collect enough confidence to talk to Rin again, even though you fully expect him to ignore you again.

But surprisingly this time, he doesn't.

"You won't stop bothering me, will you?" Rin turns to you as you enter his room. "Let's get this over with." He points to the chair at his desk for you to sit down.

"What do you want to talk about?" Rin asks after you sit down on the chair. Despite his cold and strict tone, you can hear a hint of the way he usually talks to you, as if Rin is trying to hide it.

"I won't quit soccer." You simply tell him.

"Ah?" Rin's voice has a mix of confusion and pleasant surprise in it, "Even though... Even though I told you to never play again?"

With a bit of hesitance, you nod in response.

"You want to continue..." Rin says out loud, but it's more something he says to himself rather than to you.

"But Sae told me it's better if I don't go pro," you continue when Rin doesn't say anything towards you, "Because of the cameras."

"You... You don't want to go pro?" Rin looks at you with a bit of shock in his eyes. "After all these years I spent making the best out of your potential?"

A little ashamed of your decision now, you nod and stare down at the floor to avoid eye contact. "I'm sorry..." You start tearing up.

For a few moments, the entire room is silent. But when you start sobbing in front of Rin, attempting to hold your tears back without success, he can't help but let the coldness break down.

"Don't cry." He kneels down in front of you to be at the same eye height. "I'm sorry, alright?" He hands you a tissue. "Just don't cry because of me again, okay?"

A bit confused by Rin's sudden return to the way he usually treats you, you wipe away some of your tears and look directly into your brother's eyes. You can see how his cold gaze has softened into a caring one. One you're way more used to.

"I hate seeing you cry," Rin continues, "I hate being the reason why you cry... I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He takes the tissue out of your hand and wipes away your last few tears.

Rin takes a deep breath before he continues talking. "Sae was right... I shouldn't have been so disappointed in you about this."

It's something Rin had been thinking about ever since his last conversation with the oldest brother. Even in the moment when Sae pointed it out, Rin realized he was being in the wrong, but simply out of spite, he didn't want to admit it.

The thoughts about it kept bothering him every day. But seeing you cry another time in front of him - because of him - finally broke down the wall of spite that's been preventing him from admitting the truth.

As painful as the truth is to him, it was about time to finally admit it.

"I'm glad you're not giving up on soccer... Even though I told you to."

Tears of regret are forming in the corner of Rin's eyes.

"I know you don't belong to me. You belong to yourself. You know that?"

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

The Devil's Advocate

One Piece Imagine

- A Silent Observer -

...

"Wait...you live forever?!" The little Monkey D. exclaimed in shock. Eyes wider than the very plates before him, as they peered up to the tall woman standing just a few feet ahead of him.

Snorting softly at the boy's loud reaction, you rolled your eyes, "Yes and no --- I can live for as long as I please as long as I never receive a fatal injury. Like a terminal illness, or a stab to the heart. Do you understand, little one?"

The young boy quickly nodded, for a moment you thought his head would pop off from how quickly he was moving it. "How is that possible?! Are you a--a vampire?" You couldn't stop the grin that split across your face, he sure was entertaining.

"No, not a vampire. If I was, I'd be a pile of ash considering the sun is their enemy." Snatching a small piece of meat off his plate, much to his loud protest, you savored the taste as the flavors overwhelmed your taste buds.

You sighed, "Many many years ago, I had this...friend. she managed to get her hands on this very peculiar fruit, one that granted you powers if you ate it."

He practically jumped out of his seat, "Oh! I know, a Devil Fruit!"

You laughed, nodding your head, "Yes, a Devil Fruit. I'm surprised you even know that."

"Shanks told me! Hehe, he yelled at me for eating one."

The woman paused at his words, "You...ate a Devil Fruit, Luffy? Already?"

"Yep! It tasted like vomit, bleh!"

It was only then, that you noticed the strawhat sitting by his lap.

Leaning back into the chair, you huffed, "Wow, I really need to keep track of time. I mean damn, he even gave you his hat! I thought I still had a good two years left or something."

"Oi! Finish your story!" He took another chunk out of his drumstick.

Clicking your tongue in slight annoyance, you continued, "She never really used it--- don't know why really, she was just... like that, I guess. Regardless, one day, after a great battle, she was hurt, badly. And so was I. Rather than...saving herself, like she should've, she used her power to grant me immortality. She gave up her own life so that I could live."

"Why the hell would she do that for?" You smacked the back of his head.

"Because that's what best friends do for one another...even if the other doesn't like it "

Glancing to your left, you eyed the young boy you had met long ago, when he was just a stupid child running around screaming for a fight. A smile greeting the skies as more memories came to the very forefront of your mind. It's been a while since you've enjoyed such simplicities.

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a pirate and you're gonna be right there next to me!"

Closing your eyes to take a short moment of rest, you relaxed yourself.

"Me? Wanting me in your crew is one thing, impressing me enough for me to consider joining is a whole other thing, little Luffy." You teased, a loose smirk hanging low on your lips as the boy pouted.

"Then I'll just have to impress you!" "And, how will you do that exactly?"

Silence, which is impossible since Luffy is never silent. Snapping an eye open, the Devil Fruit user watched the pondering boy in light awe. For once, it looked like the braincells in his mind had finally connected.

"Then...I'll be like that guy!"

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, "What guy?"

"The guy in your stories! The one who always smiles!"

Oh.

Oh, how he reminded her of him.

You hummed, "It's tough business being the Pirate King. Are you sure you're up for it?"

He looked at you in curiosity, "Pirate....King?"

You nodded, "Yeah. King of all Pirates. You can only become that after finding the legendary One Piece, a treasure no one but one crew has seen before. His crew."

Luffy then grinned, "Then I'll find the One Piece and I'll become the Pirate King! You'll have no choice but to join my crew!"

Ever since that day, you've been around. Wordlessly observing Luffy and his little family of strays and bandits. Sometimes, you'd approach them, but only when their minds were elsewhere --- it was for the best. Although that didn't mean the youngest had any less luck in finding you. Luffy always knew you were there, perhaps not all the time, but enough times that he could tell the difference.

He'd talk about you to his brothers, in fact, he'd rarely ever kept his mouth shut about you. To be honest, the other boys had figured Luffy mad --- not at all believing him and his tale about the woman in the woods. Ugh, that sounded creepy.

But, at the same time, none of them could deny the moments where someone had come to their rescue at the very last second when their adventures went awry.

Ace and Sabo, on numerous occasions, had tried to find the mysterious woman, but to no avail. She must either be a ninja or a ghost, they figured despite Luffy's insistence on her existence.

And, every time, he would come crying to you. Yelling at you for making his brothers think he was crazy, a pain that would be easily soothed by the sight of food. (You did eventually reveal yourself, I believe)

You adored memories like these. They were few and far between within the length of your life.

Soon enough, you'd have to leave him. You already knew what his future held, in truth, you couldn't wait for him to discover his path to independence.

"Luffy, I'm going to be leaving today."

The boy froze mid-bite, "W-What? What do you mean you're leaving?!"

You frowned lightly, "Don't worry. I'll come back, one day. I have some business to attend to, business I've neglected for quite some time."

"Business?! But can't we do that together?!" You chuckled under your breath.

"Perhaps, when you're all grown up. But for now, no."

Standing up, the utensils on the table eagles at your abrupt action --- Luffy lunged for the fabric of your long violet coat, tears swelling up in his eyes as he tugged on it. Trying to pull you back down with his child strength. For a moment, you thought to entertain him, yet you knew you needed to go.

It was time.

"No! You can't leave now! You, uh --- I, uh---I don't want you to go!"

"Please, don't do this! Save yourself, not me. I don't deserve-"

You took a moment to breathe.

Coming over to his side of the table, you crouched down to his height. A small sympathetic smile on your face as you wipe away the tears from the apples of his cheeks, your thumb running over his stitched scar.

"Find me when you have a crew, Luffy. I won't join you. Though that doesn't mean I won't stay a while."

And with that said, you left.

Years would come to pass, many days became monotone while others became highlights. Such as today, when one of Morgan's birds came flying down to you with a rolled up scroll in its mouth.

Pride swelled in your chest as you looked at the contents of the paper.

Luffy's wanted poster.

Not a bad starting number, you smirked

You laughed.

"You're almost there, Luffy. Just a little bit more, and I'll be back before you know it."

...

(A/N): Originally speaking, the entire DA series was just like random headcanons of my OC in OP. But like, on a whim, I decided to publish it. And, well, you guys just ate it up so I continued. To be honest, there's not much cohesiveness but there is a shit ton of indulgences, so there's that.

This is actually the fanfic that pre-dates all the DA --- although, this is a completely altered version of the original. I think all of my DA works are from 2019 but this fic was made in 2018. It's a miracle it was still in my drafts.

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Anyways

Hope you enjoyed!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

would you still love me if i was a

[bavis gavis voice] happy post-white day you sick Fucks.

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, crack treated seriously, inspired by fulgur’s white day stream, maybe canon compliant?

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It takes Fulgur some time to weigh the question after you repeat it again. Even so, it’s less of the sweet thoughtfulness you were hoping for and more just trying to wrap his head around it.

He’s so confused that not only does he look away from his computer screen, but he pivots his chair around entirely to face you. “…A worm.”

“Yeah.”

"Like a pest? Or a vermin."

"If you wanna call them that, sure."

“Why would you turn into a worm?”

“I dunno, maybe I’m secretly Gregor Samsa?”

“What does Kafka have to do with anything?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You spend a lot of time thinking about things that don’t matter.”

“Hey, it does too matter.”

“Kafkaism is fiction that reflects the surrealism of reality. We’re not fictional.”

“Cap.”

“What do you mean, cap, I’m a real— oh, never mind.” He pinches his nose again, and this time you must’ve gotten under his skin, because he even lifts his glasses up to rest on his head as he looks at you. “Why are you asking me about worms?”

“No context allowed! I’m suddenly a worm. Would you still love me, yes or no?”

“Why would I have to answer? You’re not turning into a worm.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Wh—“ Fulgur stares at you. “Yes, I do?! I live with you!”

You look off to the side and smirk. “Heh. You don’t even know about my double-life as a decomposer.”

“The only decomposing you do is when you lay in bed for three hours on your phone.”

“Fuu! Answer now!”

“No comment!”

“You are so unromantic!”

“You’re just now realizing this?!”

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This is ironic.

Delightfully so.

Not exactly as you imagined, however. Rather than a worm, right in front of you is…

“Please don’t make this any worse than it is, Reader.”

A small seahorse, prostrated on the ground and somehow capable of breathing despite being very much above air. The gray ponytail and stubble around his snout was jarring, but there’s no mistaking the lifeline of red around his eye.

You let out the fourth-loudest laugh of your life, effectively wrecking Fulgur’s request before you even accepted it.

You cackle for some time until your side hurts and you tear up. Seahorse Fulgur levitates up to eye-level (somehow??) as you wipe your watery eyes. “Are you still mad…?”

“Mad?" You ask. "Why would I be mad?”

He hesitates. “The worm thing?”

It takes you a moment to remember the conversation you had almost exactly a week ago. You haven’t forgotten it nor how amused you were during it, but who’s to say the feeling was mutual?

Your lips press together. Did you misread the situation? “No, I wasn’t mad at all. It’s a silly question with silly answers.”

“Oh.” Fulgur sounds almost as small as his seahorse body, just the right size to cup your hands around him. Your fingers serve as a headrest. "Well, now I feel silly, too."

"It's okay, I don't mind. It was funny watching you get confused even if I didn't get an answer." You pat him on the head with a finger. "I'd still love you even if you were a seahorse, though."

Fulgur shuts his eyes. "You're making fun of me."

"A little."

"Would you let up if I answered the worm thing?"

"Maaaaybe." You pat him on the head again. "It doesn't matter now, we just need to find Legatus."

"Well, I would," Fulgur admits.

"Pardon?"

"Even if you're a worm," the seahorse says. He lays flat along your palm, yet his tail stretches out, wrapping around the edge of your thumb. Can seahorses blush?

You'd like to put that question to the test. "Full sentences, please, Fuu."

"I'd love you even if you were a worm," Fulgur says, and even with a snout and two beady eyes, you can just hear the way he presses his lips together and averts his gaze, dedicated to whenever he says it and all the courage he has to muster to be honest.

If he knew how he had you wrapped around his finger when he gets this shy he'd never let you hear the end of it, and still never be able to abuse that privilege. He's true to himself, even if it's at the expense of his pride.

So the urge to tease passes. Instead, you lift your hand up to your lips, press a kiss onto your fingers, and poke him gently on the side of his face. "Let's get you fixed up, Fuu."

"Please." His tail tightens around your thumb. "I'm afraid if we wait any longer I might give birth."

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