#cw: romantically coded fluff

[shimmeringweedsart]

SGFW D5: Kiss|Cuddles|Hair (+ Day 6: Plushie)

If you have spent any amount of time around large hyper dogs, you've probably received a toy shoved in your face as a grab for attention. You can’t be mad at that ( ｡ •̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ ) Give that pooch a smooch and get playing.

Disclaimer: most dogs do not, in fact, like head smooches. A good relationship with the dog and respect for their body language is advised before attempting.

[lvmimis]

cw: during the 2-year time skip. reader is a member of luffy's crew and was staying on amazon lily. fluff. selfship-coded.

You wonder sometimes if a small part of you is being cruel.

After all, the Pirate Empress is overt and honest about her feelings, written clearly on her features, her heart on her sleeve, and you… you remain complicated, poorly understood within the realms of follower-like devotion, platonic love and romantic obsession. Coming to her like this, head lowered and on your knees is a foul move, knowing that no matter how much you irk her, you’re protected by the fact that Luffy cares about you and would not be happy to see her harm you, which only serves to torment her more.

“What do you want?”

She asks, but she already knows. Why else would you prostrate yourself before her like this, rather than remain politely amongst her ranks as the Kuja, learning under the medicine women and the trained fighters?

Your head remains lowered politely as you keep your eyes focused on the ground before her dangling foot, the other leg crossed. The two of you speak notably privately, her entourage of sisters and close attendants no longer around her. Oil lamps flicker around you two almost ritualistically, the shifting shadows adding dimension to her already ethereally beautiful face.

“I know Rayleigh said no visitors, but I just wish I could-”

“No.”

Hancock’s voice is sharp, and a lump forms almost instantly in your throat, but you expected no less. Letting out a deep inhale, you look up at her immediately, and to both of your surprises, your voice is steady as you insist.

“Please let me see him.”

Boa blinks once, then matches the fierceness of your gaze. Leaning forward, her hand stretches out to you, fingers cupping your face as you stand rock steady, manicured fingernails grazing gently on your cheeks.

“Are you arguing with me?” The coolness of her voice is evident, and she’s sultry enough that it’s hard to ascertain whether or not she sees you as a romantic rival or an easy conquest, a fleeting thought of whether or not her Mero Mero no Mi could work on you, turning you into a statue and no longer an eyesore. You can feel your heart rate begin to pick up, but you don’t avert your gaze. Not now. Cool extremities turn warm again.

When you were a child, your mother told you you had a funny internal clock. Timing that was always a little too correct, an intuition for your loved ones that was a little too precise. 

That internal timekeeper says now is the time to see him. Now is the time that Hancock will agree, and now is the time a familiar face will renew Luffy’s resolve, and now is the time you should settle your worry to rest.

“No. I am only asking for your help.”

Hancock’s blue eyes attempt to pierce through your very soul, her palm ice cold. Yet something she sees in your eyes for a moment causes her to soften, like something sharp yet pliable running up against resistance. You’re going to go no matter what, she realizes. Whether she likes it or not, and if you hurt yourself in the process, it only makes her life more difficult.

Will you promise to be nice to her while I’m gone?

Boa sighs. Her hand slips from your face despondently and she settles back in her throne.

“Get up. You look pathetic.”

You pause for a moment, and she hisses a repeat order. You move faster this time.

She looks you up and down once again, and attempts to look bored, but the truth is your eyes bother her when you’re like this.

“Rayleigh leaves in a week. We can make a quick trip to the island, going no further than the shore. You may confirm that Luffy is alive from afar. It’ll be a short visit as I can only take the blame from Rayleigh for so long. After all, I am not helping you. I’m also interested in seeing him as well.”

Boa finishes her sentence, aiming to sound flippant, and lets her gaze shift back to yours but is quickly bothered by how quickly your eyes seem to shine with emotion. Her stomach turns, but she understands.

“Get out of my sight,” she hisses.

You nod, overjoyed. Taking two steps away that appear too energized, you pause then stand still. Turning back to her, you can see her bite her lip. Perhaps regret. Perhaps annoyance.

And somehow it doesn’t stop you from running back over to her and wrapping your arms around her against your better judgment for just a moment, and whispering a ‘Thank you’ before running out of the room before she can decide to turn you to stone for real and apologize to Luffy later.

—

If you were even a second late, Hancock’s crew would have set sail without you. 

Coming down to the dock early with a woven sweater and a pair of cloth shoes feels ridiculous after not having seen each other for 18 months, but it’s all you felt you could produce in such a short time.

Unlike you, Hancock has money and power, and the ship is loaded with fruits, vegetables, and of course meat, bundles and bundles of warm clothing and other linens despite the fact that Rayleigh strictly forbade it, and it makes your own offering seem meager. Wrapping them carefully in a blanket, you wonder if you should leave it on the ship as you sail through the Calm Belt.

The Gorgon sisters watch your every move a little too carefully while Marguerite and Sweet Pea are kind enough to ask you how you’re feeling. The pitter patter of your heart and the warmth of your ears when Marguerite gives you a knowing smile is almost unbearable. She’s seen through you faster than you could see through yourself. 

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, is something she should only know of in books, and yet she can see your heart growing all this time.

“Fine! Just making sure he’s alive, he’s my dear friend and my captain and all, why would I be nervous, I’m sure he’s fine?” you stammer but the jig is obviously up.

Marigold, overhearing, rolls her eyes but Sandersonia smiles. You wonder why Hancock ultimately chose to stay behind, but remain thankful just the same.

Just a short visit. In and out.

…

The ship lands on the shore of a peaceful Rusukaina by noon, the sun high overhead. You’re not sure what you expected to see, aside from a brief stretch of sand melding into dense brush. Despite what you were told about storms, it seems like there isn’t a single cloud in the sky, much like Amazon Lily itself. You realize you might have forgotten what rain felt like or snow.

Luffy lives here somewhere, you think as you take the stairs down from the ship, your sandals sinking a little too deeply into the sand once you touch down. You take another step and Sandersonia reminds you that the island teems with dangerous wildebeests. 

“We have to wait for him to find us,” she adds as the others unload food in large parcels from the ship and set it on an almost comically large picnic blanket.

“If he doesn’t make it down here in the next 3 hours, we’re leaving.” Marigold adds. 

3 hours is not a long wait, you think, and the island is so large you wonder how long it takes to travel along its circumference, likely on the order of days at your own pace. But you nod, it’s not like there’s much else you can do.

—

Luffy finds you, the surprise visitors, probably lured by the scent of roasting meat on the beach, in less than an hour.

You see him from afar, possibly before he sees you, and the first thing you notice is that his straw hat is nowhere to be found. But that’s the least of your concerns.

Your legs move before you can really think about it, and you find yourself stumbling on the sand, but too stubborn to let yourself fall, you continue to scramble, running towards him, screaming his name.

“Luffy!”

To him, your voice is unmistakable, something he hasn’t heard in a long, long time.

“____!!!!!”

Luffy is faster than you, impossibly fast. You may be running towards him, but he’s crossed 90% of the distance, pulling you towards him with a quick wrap of his arms all at once. You snap against his chest almost painfully, the wind knocked gently out of you, but soon you find yourself bursting into laughter, as if it’s just been a couple hours since you last shared a hilarious joke. Pulling apart in seconds to look back at each other, his smile is wide and you realize you haven’t seen it since even before you left.

But one thing first.

“Luffy… you’re kind of-” you choke out.

“Oh!”

His arms loosen quickly and you can breathe easy again. Wiping small tears of joy from the corners of your eyes, you ask each other the first pressing question in unison:

“Have you been well?”

Your face warming as you stop but him grinning widely, he nods, and his eyes slide quickly past you to the food behind you, nose sniffing the air almost puppy-like.

“You brought food?” he asks, pulling you along by the wrist already, and quickly waving at the remainder of the crew coming over.

“Hey everyone!!!” He’s calling all their names incorrectly somehow - all but yours - but is cheery nonetheless, and the entire time you’re hyper-aware of the calloused fingers closed around your wrist, and the absence of bandages around his torso. He’s no longer facing you, but the rough edges of an x-shaped scar on his chest are new to you, as is the new definition in his back and shoulder muscles, and there’s a new peace, the kind that comes from processed grief and renewed steady confidence, that emanates from him. His dark, spiky hair remains roughly the same, perhaps slightly overgrown but evident from the jagged ends that it’s been cut at least once.

The crew greets him kindly, and soon, you’re sitting next to each other as he eats, and it occurs to you don’t know what to say now because you have far too much to say.

He notices your quiet but doesn’t say anything, too eager to stuff his face with properly seasoned foods he hasn’t seen in forever, but kind enough to push bread onto your plate and wave away bold seagulls that would ruin your meal. 

The chatter from the rest of the crew starts to sound far away as you struggle for something to say. Soon, the conversation goes to a lull - he’s asked about Hancock, and why she isn’t here, and why you’ve been allowed to come, and why you have that look on your face like you feel out of place - and while the food is all gone and he’s been encouraged to make it just another six months, the time allotted is up.

Sandersonia is the first to say that it’s time to leave.

“___ wanted to see you, but otherwise we have to go back.”

Luffy turns to you, who has found yourself clumsy with your tongue suddenly. All manner of thoughts over the past 18 months, and suddenly you can barely speak.

“If you were worried, I’ll survive,” he says. “I’m strong now!” He’s cheerful, flexing an arm but it doesn’t reassure you enough, the smile on your face doesn’t have enough depth.

That’s not it. Not all of it at least.

“Hey. There’s more you want to say, isn’t there?” he asks.

Ever since Luffy practically dragged you onto his ship, he’s been pulling the truth out of you like a magic trick. The Kujas are starting to clean up and load the ship but the two of you remain together, quietly. You think before speaking, then lie by omission through your teeth.

“No, I’m just really happy to see you.”

It’s true but it’s not everything.

Luffy tilts his head as he listens to you then crosses his arms over his chest.

“I am too, but…” 

He trails off. You snuff out the lunch fire, the same way you snuff out the yearning in your chest, then rise to your feet.

“I’ll see you when you’re done with your training, Luffy.”

You grin at him, as best you can, and offer him a hug that is slightly less enthusiastic than earlier but still heartfelt. Luffy’s arms linger a little longer by the time you want to pull away, and you sense it.

The loneliness he hasn’t thought about in months, but has been unearthed just with the sight of your face.

His chin presses against your shoulder gently.

“Do you have to leave?” 

It’s barely a whisper, but you hear it as though sucked into a vacuum, loud as if spoken from inside your own head. Unintentionally, you pull back and give him an odd look, as if you’re questioning whether or not he knows.

He has to know.

“If you stayed, I could keep you safe, and I promise you wouldn’t distract me. You don’t even have to stay the whole time. I just miss you. So much.”

Luffy’s face is softer now, and he’s not truly pleading - his smile is careful not to apply pressure with his feelings, stating a genuine fact as opposed to making a plea. Whether you decide to stay with him or not is purely your decision; that he wants you to stay is all he wants you to know.

Your heart races.

Marigold suddenly yells for you to come aboard the ship before they take off. You look at her, then look right back at Luffy, and there’s a quick panic that forces you to blurt out words you don’t mean immediately.

“I… can’t.”

“Okay.” Simple as that.

Luffy offers you a small smile in understanding. “But don’t worry about me. The crew will be together again in 6 months. I’ll come find you, and I’ll be stronger. I promise.”

“I…”

Your mouth opens and closes. You can’t tell him you love him, not now.

But it’s all you want to say, and nothing else wants to come out except that simple fact.

You nod instead, and run back towards the ship.

Luffy waves back at the ship, at you, up until you’re out of sight.

—

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” Hancock says to you upon this audacious next request, finally at the end of her patience.

And yet, a week later, you arrive back at the shore of Rusukaina island, this time with no one else but Boa Hancock and her sisters. Hancock can’t help but wave at Luffy from the boat, the obvious deep girlish blush obvious in her cheeks, but she doesn’t set foot on the island.

Instead, you are the only one who descends, a small bag strapped to your back and enough food to last a week practically tossed onto the sand before the ship sails off.

Sandersonia can barely hold in her laughter, and Marigold’s deep frown is evident as they sail away. Hancock turns haughtily once Luffy and you are out of sight.

“Maybe she’ll get eaten by beasts and I won’t have to see her ever again,” she murmurs under her breath. 

“Unlikely.” Sandersonia quips quickly. Marigold rolls her eyes.

“Are you just going to allow this?” she asks finally. Hancock gives her a look, then leans onto the railing of the ship and sighs in defeat.

“God forbid a woman have good taste. Unfortunately, Luffy seems to care about her too.”

Sandersonia slides next to her sister, bumping shoulders with her.

“I’m getting the feeling he’s not the only one who might like her. Maybe he’s the one with the shared good taste.”

Hancock raises an eyebrow, and Sandersonia giggles again. “Never mind me.”

Not another word is said.

…

“So… I did remember how to make a house from when I was a kid but not how to make a comfortable bed…” he reminds you, sheepishly, as the offered tour of the island comes to a close and you end up right back at the center he’s designated home base. He hadn’t thought about it before but now that you’re there, physically there, it’s occurred to him that maybe you don’t want to sleep on the ground and you don’t want to eat meat from sun-up to sundown, that it’s cold in the winter and hot in the summer, and rainy and wet and the thunder is too loud, and you’re not built like him.

But selfishly, he wants to be with you, and you want to be with him.

“We’ll figure it out,” you say.

To this, Luffy grins and, unable to contain his joy, his hands are on you again, grabbing you and spinning you around, until the whole island is filled with the sound of your laughter.

Once you’re all calmed down and the sun is about to set and you’ve had your final meal of the day, you realize that despite the fact that the words ‘I love you’ have yet to come from your lips, perhaps it’s understood with your choice to stay with him for the next few months.

Luffy is half-asleep by the fire, laying on a pillow of wadded-up cloth. Your eyes focus on the large scar on his chest you’re still getting used to. 

The big X that’s his trauma worn proudly on his chest. And yet, to you, that X marks your very greatest treasure, Luffy, the man you love.

[hananan2]

Kisses for your Smile

A/N: YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE☹️💕 I really appreciate it with how mediocre my writing is, I’m really sorry for all my grammar errors, I really wanted to color code and bold everything but my keyboard is broken, I’ll work on it, so sorry. I hope you enjoy this long! (Btw I’m taking requests so don’t be afraid!)

Summary: Stories of you and Ace’s relationship getting stronger that all involve with him kissing you!

Characters: Ace Trappola

Genre: SFW, Romantic, Gn!reader, Hurt to comfort, fluff!

CW: Cursing, Ace is mean (he changes🙏🏽)

—

— I did it…?

“Oh my god…Oh fuck fuck your actually saying you like me huh?!” You exclaimed in bewilderment.

There you and Ace were, in town, sitting behind a convenience store with slushies in hand. You were spending Spring break with Ace in Queendom of Hearts cause his parents were BEGGING to met his “stupid but kinda nice I guess…” best friend from another world! But soon he got bored and overwhelmed from all their embarrassing questions and lame jokes, Which ended up in him dragging you out and took you out to a spot he knew, a small 24-hour convenience store that him and his brother would go to as kids. Favorite thing was to get slushies and sit behind it in a little fenced up place for mischief, or I guess, in this a case a confession? His brother will torture him with tease if he knew he brought a girl there

He didn’t mean it! Ugh, you were both leaned up against against the wall and were joking around, harmless! Nothing could go wrong!

”Fuck I think I got a brain freeze…” Ace winced in pain, embarrassing. He was so focused on looking and talking at you that he didn’t even realize how much he was drinking. Damn cherry too good.

“thought your brain was already freeze dried” you taunted, you loved catching him when he was slightly down

“Makes sense, because if it was smart I wouldn’t graciously offering you to stay with me and hanging out with you! Like my Crowley impression~?” His cockiness shown through the pain of the freeze.

“Shut it.” Your main goal was to get a reaction out of him, if he got genuinely annoyed that would be funny as hell! “Oh if you were smart you would confess you love to me in detail and ask me to be your partner! But no your LAME, your SAD, your-“

“I like you Y/N, I like you sooo much, you make me my heart go crazy and your so damn pretty and I like your hair and your eyes why do you even put up with me?? Your insane, I like you so much even when your lame and sad so shut up and accept that your the one inlove with me and be my partner damnit!!” He said half pissed, wait…wait wait OH SEVEN. That was the brain freeze talking right right?? You would think it was a joke right RIGHT?”

“Oh my god…Oh fuck fuck your actually saying you like me huh?!” You exclaimed in bewilderment.

“No n-“ He felt you his mouth covered by a soft hand, yours. “You said I should accept I’m the one inlove with you right…?” You questioned with suspense in your voice “Mmmmm!!” “Nod or shake your head idiot”

He nodded after 27 seconds.

“okay cause i like you too and you make me happy and-“ suddenly you felt a soft kiss against your hand, It was Ace’s mouth who did that, grabbing your wrist tenderly and closing his eyes as he gave it a small peck. then you felt a rough hand on your mouth.

“I get itttt~! You want me BAD BAD! I’m saving you the trouble of being sappy and embarrassing yourself okay?” He let out a chuckle, but in true honesty he just stopped you because his heart couldn’t handle it, hearing you tell him how good he was, he didn’t feel like he had earned that yet, and his face would definitely show how he was feeling, and it was already tinted pink, don’t want it matching his hair.

“Give me your eyeliner, let’s put our initials on a wall” he said with a boyish grin, unclasping your face with a squeeze to your cheeks, feeling the smile on your face, contagious.

“Okay!” That smile will haunt him and he’s so damn happy it will.

— Close call

Wow amazing your back in school, but the actual amazing thing is that now you have a boyfriend! And he’s sitting right next to you eating a chicken sandwich, all your friends had things to run at their clubs and had to eat lunch in there, leaving you guys alone. Though today, Grim really wanted something on the menu that was kinda expensive (for you guys at least) But you love him unfortunately and got it for him, he went to ramshackle to “save every bite” (putting it in the fridge), leaving you with a single protein bar. Hungry. But it’s okay.

“Geez I told you to not buy Grim that Crab… you gonna become a mummy next time i see you” you felt the concern-hidden-by-annoyance voice of your boyfriend, an arm wrapping around your waist, his eyes having a deep look

“Im okay really! Pfft- THE Ace Trappola concerned and worried about a poor little student like me~” you try to joke, even though your stomach is literally eating its self. (it’s real look it up)

“Yea and that student’s my partner, babe, eat.” That’s the most serious you’ve seen Ace. As much as you loved him, you were really scared that he would laugh at you if you told him you had no money to buy food.

You felt him drag you up by the arm and pull you to the line with force, but not enough to hurt you, it never hurt. “C’mon” “No no Ace-“ “Line you go.” “Ace please.” You held his hand tight, that got him to stop.

“I don’t… have money for food.” Your looked ashamed but looked away so he didn’t have more teasing material, humiliation fucking sucks, but you didn’t want to argue with your boyfriend so early, what if he…

Usually Ace would laugh and tease you, but he couldn’t, this was just sad. “Why didn’t you tell me? You idiot. What do you want?” He said matter-a-fact, his concern was mixed with annoyance, why wouldn’t you take care of yourself? Why didn’t you care about others so much? You’re hurting yourself. “Baby I don’t-“ he grabbed her hand hard to catch you attention, but again, never hurts.

“Y/N your going to pass out if you don’t eat, we have 3 more classes and I’ll make sure your fed, I’m not THAT shitty of a boyfriend, what do you want?” His hands started to feel a little shaky, why was he so stern with you? Yea he was worried about you, but he shouldn’t be so rude, so brash, but damn you need to take care of yourself, that’s it! That’s why he’s mad.

“Maybe that chickens salad in the vending machine…”

“Okay, c’mon.” He brought you there. Putting his money in, which the machine took forever to process, which that was registering he looked at you, he was in the right! But felt…I don’t know. he looked at you, looking nervous and not good, he sighed, tangling his fingers into the back of your hair and kissing your forehead tenderly, taking his time to make sure you felt it, his ears red. You froze, not knowing how to feel, but it calmed you and you closed your eyes. Then the food was ready. “Eat.” His hand on yours.

You flashed him that stunning smile “thank you. Okay babe.” Close call he almost lost that look from you.

— Fuck I made them cry

Ace’s behavior spiraled a bit. He started getting a bit snappier at you, become a bit more rough and stern, is he mad at you? You’re so confused, but even more tired.

“Ace.” You called his name and he looked over to you like a puppy, in the Ramshackle common room, he asked to copy your homework and you let him, but now you were just kinda sitting there awkwardly, and awkward and Ace did NOT match. “Yea?” He responded.

“You mad at me?” You asked timidly

“Well, kinda yea, you have no self respect or care, you sell yourself short to everyone, you do everything for everyone, you don’t sleep, eat, have time for yourself, have time for ME. God why are you such a doormat?” He spat it out like he had been holding it in for a while, this was usual for Ace but the words cut. Deep.

“Because I care about people Ace. If I’m not caring and kind I cant belong here! If I get in trouble badly once I can get expelled and I won’t have anywhere to go! I can’t help that I’m an empath, I’m the perfect! I get what you’re trying to say but why do you always look down on me so much cause I’m not like you?” He spat back, you were tired. Too tired. In the back of your mind, you knew he was right. But you were the Perfect. Kind, smart, no magic needed.

“Oh my god you overthink so much! I’m not looking down on you, can you not handle criticism at all? “Oh wow you’re the Perfect!” Don’t you realize that’s just a name? I care about you, this is why I’m saying it, not some paranoid reason like that. Sevens you’re sensitive.”

what a fucking dick. He literally just ignored everything you said.

“Ace can you just for once In your life try to understand someone like me? Please I’m begging you, try! You are so damn immature that you can’t imagine anyway who isn’t like you! You’re a hypocrite and doesn’t accept criticism, you don’t try to sympathize with me, you don’t try your best to understand how it feels to be useless and magicless and surviving on being the child laborer of some shitty principle! Stop projecting on me and blaming me and look at yourself for you! You fucking dick…” you screamed at him, the waterworks started pouring, but they were cause you were so damn pissed.

Ace’s body grew numb and unable to move, he was about to scream at you but the tears stopped, oh my god he just made you cry before he even kissed you on the lips. What does he say? You’re being sensitive but also he’s also kinda bad? Just just-

“get out. Just leave me alone please.” You were in your last string and was facing the other way, he would usually stay anyway, but he knew he would end up saying something that would make you sob. Dumbass mouth. You sounded so desperate for him to leave.

“okay okay-?” One thing he knew is that you would NOT be okay alone. But he knew he couldn’t stay. He leaned over to you and cupped your cheek, giving it a soft kiss, his thumb trying to wipe the tears, before you could push him off, he was gone out the door.

— why are you with me.

Ace’s head felt like it was frozen again. Why oh why. He first started off by thinking that this was all YOUR fault. Your started crying, your were sensitive, your should just break up with him if you can’t handle him. Deep in heart he knew though, that’s his worse nightmare, then your smiles would haunt him and he would know that he didn’t deserve them, he didn’t want to hate your smile, your tears, he didn’t want to hate you.

He punched his pillow to get everything out, his room mates side eying his bed that was covered with curtains, he didn’t know or care, just in the dark of his curtain-covered bed, Thinking.

Now that he cooled down from the heat of everything, he thought of your words.

. . .

“Oh my God I’m a fucking hypocrite.” “About time you realized“ “Shut the fuck up Deuce.” He didn’t feel like going back and forth with him though.

Buy your were so right. Why couldn’t he try to understand you more? Why did he get so defensive when you called him out on his BS. Why was he so aggressive with you that he felt like he had to yell at you? You’re so nice, so amazing, he literally imagined you with sparkles and butterflies and flowers fluttering around you, you didn’t deserve that. He needed to say sorry, as much as he’d rather suck up to Riddle than say sorry, he had to. he got up.

“Dude where are you going? It’s past curfew! Housewarden will kill you!” His roommate called out to him.

Ace sighed while he put on his jacket, he wanted to look presentable if he was going to apologize. “Name one time I’ve ever given one double doggy style damn about that guy.” …

“Exactly.” And he was storming out of that dorm as quick as light before anyone could reprimand him, only you matter right now, he only cared about what you had to say. Its you. Always you from the start.

The knock on Ramshackle dorm is LOUD, you open it cautiously with Grim by your side, ready to flame any bad guys. He you see it’s him you eyes widen. How to feel when you see a almost dying Ace infront of your door.

“Well you uh…. Definitely ran.” “Y/N I’m sorry. Fuck. Let me in?” Didn’t expect the words to come out so easily, but seeing you triggered them.

“YOU! You’re the one who made my henchmen all mopey! You des-!” “Grim I have a can of Tuna in the left side of the fridge under the rice and behind the eggs, leave us alone?” Oh you bet he skedaddled away.

“One way to get him out haha…” he panted out somehow, his pride was gone seeing your upset expression.

“Go on Trappola.” Ouch.

“Okay look— You’ right! I’m a hypocrite!” He put his hands up in surrender “that takes a lot to say okay? You’re the only one who has ever changed my mind on something okay? You get a Medal for that! But… I’ll try okay? I’ll try to understand you more, I’ll try to be more sensitive even if it kills me, I was a dick I understand. But I’m not backing out of the fact that you need to have more self respect and take care of yourself, I’m worried okay…? But yea…should have said it better.”

His hand grabbed yours and were shaking and sweating, “I’m sorry, next time I make you cry it’ll be because you’re so fucking happy you can’t control it.” That took the wind out of him. He looked so vulnerable, so scared, so weak. Nothing like the Ace you knew.

“it’s not okay. But I appreciate the apology. Honestly I kinda agree… I have been hard on myself, and I know you mean well… just… sigh.” You smiled a bit, laughing, oh thank the Seven.

“I made you crack and admit your wrong! No person could make THE Ace Trappola do that! I think I deserve a reward.”

He smirked and laughed, “Oh yea? What is it that you crave?”

“Kiss me.” didn’t have to tell him twice— his lips were smashed against your, arms wrapped around you tightly, it was rough, and filled with all the emotions you both felt, but it soon turned gentle and tender, so balmy, his hand on your cheek and your arms wrapped around his neck, sadly, air was real and it made you pull back. “That was damn good…” you panted out laughing

“A lot more where that came from Angel.” He matched your laugh

the melody of both your laughs rang through the surrounding area, so small, but not to either of you

“Yay our first argument!” You cheered with a cheeky grin. ”hope it’s our last for a while…” he smiled and ruffled your hair.

Sevens bless him with your smile following him to death.

— BOUNUS!!!

Thank Seven your AC was working and cold because Ace’s body was WARM pressed up against you with your face stuffed in his chest

“and then my brother left me to die in that shed alone…”

“What the hell… you were like 11… very evil brother…”

”Very evil brother indeed.” He rubbed his name into his back as you both mumbled child stories to eachother while sleepy as hell. ”Goodnight Ace… I love you…”

“I love you too…night babe…”

He kissed the top of your head sleepily, but full of love, pulling you close, like he was afraid you’d disappear if you let go.

[sunnydbeam]

If Y/N had a bad day or was sick, how would the guys react? Who would be more likely to do something about it? I can only imagine something very wholesome out of this!

So this sat in my inbox for a while, but I finally got around to writing something about it! Sorry for the late reply!

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"What if?" I: Not at home

Gamma Code AU

• Word count: 4,784 • [ Beta x Reader x Gamma] Platonic or romantic. Fluff. • CW: mild language, mild angst, hurt/comfort.

Link to AO3

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It’s written all over your face, undeniable and frankly embarrassing that you can't hide it in the slightest. Head bowed, hair disheveled, eyes dull behind exhausted lids – you know full well you resemble a miserable creature starved of motivation and sleep. Yet, you care little that your current appearance is more zombie than human.

Stumbling, you collapse heavily into your chair, burying your face in your hands. The pain is a relentless jackhammer against your skull, making it impossible to keep your eyes open for long. Why on earth did you drag yourself here, knowing deep down this was more than just seasonal allergies? Everyone asked you that, a question you couldn't quite answer.

You lean back, tilting your head against the chairrest. Eyes squeezed shut, you still feel the ambient light piercing your thin lids like needles. An anguished groan escapes your lips.

Three hours left on your shift. The thought is agonizing. You’re far too embarrassed to ask the manager to leave early, not when you insisted coming in was the right decision, despite every sign screaming otherwise.

"Ugh…" you whimper softly.

Time melts into a hazy continuum, but through the fog of discomfort, you're vaguely aware of someone speaking to you. You try to ignore it, but the voice persists, gentle yet insistent.

A subtle movement beside you, then a light pressure on your shoulder, almost like a tentative massage. It's followed by a dizzying whirl as your chair abruptly spins, your eyelids flying open to meet a pair of wide, luminous blue eyes mere centimeters from your flushed face. You yelp, startled, instinctively trying to push back, but large, firm hands immediately clamp onto the chair, steadying it, and preventing you from tipping over.

"I— I apologize! I didn't mean to startle you…"

This time, you truly look. The large, purple robot is kneeling before you, his four arms outstretched, hands gripping the sides of your chair as if bracing against its imminent collapse. He seems to tremble slightly, his usual friendly expression warped into a nervous grimace, a mask of perpetual anxiety as if bracing for a reprimand he hasn't yet earned. But God knows, you don't have the heart for that. Not with Beta.

"Sorry," you murmur, rubbing your temples, the ache flaring. "You just surprised me."

It's not unusual to feel a flicker of nervousness around him sometimes – a primal awareness of your own fragile, fleshy body compared to his powerful frame – leading to exaggerated reactions. But Beta has always been too gentle, too considerate for those worries to take deep root.

Beta tilts his head, those blue optics scanning you like an open book, making you feel momentarily exposed. He knows. He sees your pitiful state and likely has a dozen observations ready. But, to your relief, his expression softens into a subtle, warm smile. His grip on the chair loosens, then releases it entirely. Two hands rest on his knees, while the other two carefully extend towards you, a silent question seeking permission.

"You're not feeling well, are you, sweetie?" His voice is soft, melodic. "That's awful… Are you sick?"

Oh, that robot is impossibly sweet every time he speaks. It still catches you off guard, given everything. You have no illusions about his artificial nature; rather, it’s something in his intuitive, caring manner that's undeniably charming. It's in the way Beta chooses his words so meticulously, clearly intending to evoke warmth without a hint of condescension. He almost always succeeds. Why that matters so much to him, or even to you, remains a puzzle you haven't tried to solve.

But lately, that once-clear line dividing your perception of true life and sentience feels increasingly blurred.

Receiving no verbal response from your foggy mind, his eyes shine brighter with concern.

"You should have stayed home."

"Mm… I know…" You mumble, the admission tasting like defeat.

You grumble under your breath, and Beta offers another small, sympathetic smile.

"May I touch you?"

"… Uh, what…?"

Blinking, puzzled, you watch as Beta carefully removes one glove, revealing the intricate mechanics beneath, and looks at you with a soft, pleading expression.

"Your face," he clarifies, gesturing with his bare mechanical hand.

Though still disoriented, you manage a small nod. The cool, smooth fingertip, tinged with a neon purple, gently brushes against your cheek. You instinctively close your eyes, letting out a sigh you immediately feel embarrassed about. When you cautiously peek at Beta, he doesn't seem fazed, his focus absolute. With immense care, his large hand cups your face, sliding upward to rest against your forehead.

Oh. He's taking your temperature. That makes sense.

A fresh wave of embarrassment washes over you, realizing your subconscious craving for simple physical contact.

"You have a high fever, Angel," he observes softly. "I'll take you to the recovery room. I’ve heard they have a very comfortable, fluffy couch and soft blankets, perfect for a nap during break time."

You almost want to laugh at how endearingly he phrased that.

"But first stop, the infirmary," he adds firmly.

Without further warning, Beta scoops you effortlessly into his arms. A small, surprised gasp escapes you, which he seems to absorb as he cradles you securely against his chest, a gesture meant to reassure you. Being carried by a robot is a novel experience, and the distance from the solid ground feels disconcertingly vast.

"They’re going to scold me…" You mutter against the slightly rubbery texture of his hazmat suit.

You hear him chuckle, a sound still strangely localized, not resonating from his chest as you might expect.

"That would be logical," he says, his voice soft, almost playful. "But don't worry too much. I won't let them be too harsh with you, sweetie."

You snort, which turns into an abrupt sneeze, burying your face against him again. A gloved hand settles on the back of your head, fingers gently, tenderly stroking through your hair. He pushes open a door, entering a room bathed in light so jarringly bright you groan, squeezing your exhausted eyes shut tighter. You dissolve into a fit of coughing and sneezing, feeling utterly wrecked by this flu.

Lost in your misery, you're barely aware of the worried glances Beta casts down at you, nor how steadfastly he refuses to put you down while the nurse examines you and dispenses some painkillers. You do get scolded, but Beta keeps his word, defending you with absurdly sweet excuses about you being an exemplary worker, too responsible to miss a day even when clearly unwell. Still, leaving isn't an option now. Not like this, without someone ensuring you make it home safely. You feel perilously close to fainting.

So, Beta proceeds with his plan, heading towards the recovery room, you still cradled in his arms. Some colleagues shoot you curious glances; others stop you both, their voices laced with concern as if there's something inherently unsettling about seeing you carried, vulnerable, by a robot. A few even offer to take over. You have to summon the patience to reassure them, insisting Beta's company is perfectly fine, that there's nothing to fear. Throughout these exchanges, Beta's eyes briefly divert as his head slightly bowed. He never utters a word.

It must be tough, you think fleetingly, being judged simply for being different. Being perceived as some kind of monster.

You know he feels it.

Beta knows that you know.

His gaze returns to you, softening instantly. He pulls you a fraction closer against his chest, his hold firmer now, as if afraid you might slip away, vanish, and he'd never get to hold you again. There's a unique quality to Beta's hugs – laced with an anxious undercurrent, a fear of crushing your fragility, yet overwhelmingly full of affection, as if trying to shield you completely within his embrace.

He enters the recovery room. Your tired eyes flutter open, vaguely scanning the surroundings. To your immense relief, the room is empty. The next thing you know, Beta is gently depositing you onto a plush couch, then hurrying towards some nearby cabinets, searching for the blankets he mentioned. You hear a soft, happy humming sound when he finds them. Moments later, he's back, carefully tucking the soft fabric around you, right up to your chin. You gratefully sink into the cushions.

"I’ve never been in here before," he reflects, his voice quiet. "It’s nice."

"Hm… I don’t come here often either…" You reply, your voice muffled.

He looks down at you, his large frame looming slightly. It’s a touch intimidating, but you bite back the comment, not wanting to make him anxious. Instead, you quickly ask, "Are you going to stay?"

Your face flushes instantly, heat rising that you hope the fever masks effectively. Why did that sound so needy?

Beta smiles, a tender, understanding expression.

"I can, if you want me to."

Somehow, that makes it even more embarrassing. But Beta doesn't laugh; he just seems to find your flustered state endearing. He sits down carefully beside you on the couch. Even seated, he's significantly taller, and his weight causes the cushions to dip, drawing you slightly closer to his side.

A dense, slightly awkward silence settles between you. You can't help but notice the way Beta looks at you – calm, thoughtful, as if carefully weighing his next move. You cough again, your head swimming.

He shifts, and in one smooth motion, you're drawn onto his lap. Four arms gently envelop you, holding you as if you were the most precious, fragile thing in his universe. You don't know why. You don't understand it. But somehow, it feels… right.

Maybe it's like this for everyone he interacts with. A loving robot shouldn't be such an alien concept. But emotions aren't typically associated with circuitry and code, yet Beta… Beta is a being of circuits and code who feels, sometimes overwhelmingly so.

You dislike the word 'machine' when thinking of him.

You remain still, your body limp and weak. But even if you had the strength, you wouldn't fight this. Not when, finally, you feel so at ease. The blanket cocoons you, warm and secure. One of his hands moves soothingly along your back, tracing patterns up to your nape. Long, gloved fingers gently tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp, combing through the strands up to your crown. He leans his face close, murmuring against your tousled hair.

"Shh… You can rest now. You’ll feel better…" He closes his eyes briefly. "Humans feel better when they sleep, don't they?"

It’s strange seeing him so calm, so centered. Usually, he's a bundle of nerves – jumpy, anxious, always seeming to anticipate the worst possible outcome. That’s the Beta you know most of the time. This quiet optimism feels almost foreign, yet it brings an unexpected peace. If Beta is this calm, perhaps it’s because he genuinely feels comfortable with you.

The thought warms your chest.

"We’re going to get in trouble for this…" You sigh, the words punctuated by a sniffle as you battle a congested nose. "They’re already so hard on you…"

Beta’s soft chuckle vibrates slightly against you, somehow. You can't quite gauge if it holds amusement or disbelief.

"They’ll understand," he replies lightly. "Helping is also part of my job description."

"Don’t take this the wrong way," you begin carefully, glancing up at him sideways, "but you’re… way too calm right now."

Beta tilts his head again, his hood dipping slightly, casting his face in shadow. The Beta you’re used to would have likely flinched at the implied scrutiny. He makes a small, strangled sound and looks away, suddenly tense and nervous again.

Ah, there he is.

"I was just trying… uh… I read that staying calm can help others feel calm too," he mumbles, fidgeting slightly. "If it bothers you, I—"

"No, it’s fine! I promise it’s fine. I was just curious…" You interrupt quickly, rubbing your head as the headache threatens a resurgence. You push the pain aside. "Actually… I’m glad to see you relaxed."

A soft, fascinating purple hue washes over Beta’s face. You still marvel at your ability to elicit such a reaction from him; it's simultaneously hilarious and utterly adorable.

You sit in comfortable silence as Beta's hand resumes its slow, circular motions across your back and shoulders, gradually lulling you toward sleep. Your eyelids grow heavy, protesting the effort to stay open. Your body trembles slightly, the fever playing tricks, making you feel chilled despite your internal heat. But wrapped in the blanket, held securely in the arms of someone who cares, the world feels a little less harsh. More comfortable, warmer. And blessedly, you're not facing this alone in the cold silence of your empty home.

Beta glances aside, his expression thoughtful, distant. Perhaps he could make you some tea? Or order it from the café? Honey and ginger, he recalls reading somewhere, is good for a sore throat. And food? What do humans eat when they're sick? Soup is the only thing that comes immediately to his processor.

Lost in these considerations, Beta looks down and realizes you’ve already drifted off. His eyes widen slightly, and a soft, almost silly smile spreads across his features.

Humans look so cute and peaceful when they sleep.

He watches your finally relaxed face with fascination: the way your disheveled hair curtains your closed eyes, your lips slightly parted, breathing slow and even, though still a bit heavy. Your rosy cheek is pressed trustingly against his chest. Beta feels something akin to melting just looking at you as if you are the loveliest sight he has ever seen. And crucially, you allowed yourself this vulnerability, with him. He, a being who often feels like an outsider, is regarded with suspicion even by his creators. But you… You always manage to make him feel accepted, special, as normal as any human among them. Like one of your own.

Beta feels fortunate for that.

He gently traces your cheek with one fingertip, a subtle, exploratory touch, slowly mapping the contours of your face. Up across your cheekbone, towards the delicate skin of your eyelid, his touch feather-light so as not to wake you. He brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, studying your features – so different from his own – with intense care.

"So peaceful…" he breathes, the sound barely audible. "Precious…"

He notices a subtle shift in your expression – eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, eyebrows knitting almost imperceptibly, lips forming a vague pout – yet you remain asleep. The robot can’t quite interpret these micro-expressions, assuming humans generally look untroubled in sleep. But suddenly, you no longer look quite serene, and an uncomfortable static prickles through his circuits, a warning that something is amiss. Beta feels an urgent need to fix it.

"Poor thing… You’re in so much pain, aren't you? Your breathing is strained, your body tense, trembling…" he whispers, instinctively tightening his hold, trying to envelop you completely. "What should I do? What ought I to do?"

Panic begins to bubble beneath his calm facade. He's confused, terrified, but desperately trying not to wake you. Truthfully, he's never cared for a sick human before, striving with all his processing power not to overreact. But oh, he was sure your skin wasn't burning quite this intensely just moments ago.

"The infirmary… Maybe we should go back, hm? The painkillers don't seem to be working effectively…"

The robot presses his face briefly against the crown of your head, mimicking a sigh.

"Aha! There you are."

Beta’s head snaps up, gaze darting towards the doorway. Gamma stands there, greeting him with a wide, toothy grin, hands planted firmly on his hips, surveying the scene with mock judgment.

"What's that suspicious package you've got there?" Gamma raises a metallic eyebrow, sauntering closer. Beta offers a nervous grimace. "Yeah, it looks suspiciously alive!"

"Please keep your voice down; they're trying to sleep," the purple robot half-whispers, half-reproves, his anxious blue eyes flicking between you and his newly arrived companion. Gamma claps his hands over his mouth in mock horror, though the sharp grin remains visible beneath.

"I was wondering what I saw flickering on the security cameras."

"W-what?" Beta stammers, optics widening.

Gamma muffles a laugh. "Kidding! I don't have access to the cameras. Though, I won't deny, catching this would have been pretty damn funny." The neon-green robot teases, but his usual antics fail to truly rattle Beta this time. Gamma's gaze sweeps the room, landing on the couch with keen interest. "Whoa, didn't know we had one of these here. Quite the find." He stops beside the couch and crouches down, folding his tall frame close to the ground, an attempt to seem less imposing, even though you're asleep. He looks at you and tilts his head, his grin softening into something gentler.

"So," he asks, his voice lowered to an even, quiet tone, "what’s the issue? Sick or something?"

Beta adjusts the blanket around you, his expression pensive as he looks down at your sleeping form before nodding.

"I just thought… it would be nice to keep them company," he murmurs nervously, bracing for a potential reprimand. "I apologize if my absence caused any inconvenience."

"You're adorable," Gamma laughs, a genuine sound that makes Beta blush faintly purple again. "Relax. I'll tell them you were on a recharge cycle. No problem."

Beta looks genuinely, pleasantly surprised.

"Th-thank you."

"Uhm… Consider it a favor. Now you owe me," Gamma replies with a cheeky green smirk, eliciting a small sound of indignant surprise from Beta. "Seriously, though, you could have invited me. You two look ridiculously comfortable over here; I'm getting jealous."

The purple robot looks away, face flushing deeper, shoulders tense. Two of his hands fidget nervously with the edge of the blanket covering you.

"If… if you want to…"

"Aw, hell yeah. My actuators were getting a little stiff anyway." Gamma straightens up, looking down at you with those inscrutable, mismatched eyes. His smile softens once more. "Yeah, probably the only human around here I wouldn't actively wish a headache upon, y'know?" He strolls over to a nearby water dispenser, carefully filling a flimsy disposable cup, holding it with exaggerated care as if terrified of crushing the tiny object. It looks absurdly small in his large hand, but he manages to return without spilling a drop, simultaneously wheeling a small side table closer with one foot. He makes a show of checking an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Anyway, looks like we've got about an hour and a half before the café gets swarmed by hungry organics. Might as well take advantage of this wonderful couch and leave all the grunt work to Alpha."

"He’s going to be furious," Beta points out hurriedly, apprehension coloring his tone.

"Pretty sure he can handle it. Besides, that sounds like a 'future us' problem," Gamma responds dismissively, shrugging with a sly, cat-like grin. He settles onto the couch next to Beta, leaning in towards you, almost as if intending to scoop you up himself. Instead, he props his head on one hand, studying your face intently, whispering conspiratorially near your hair, "What's one or two wasted hours of productivity when you've got another eight thousand seven hundred and fifty-eight left in the year to catch up?"

Gamma places the cup of water on the small table, his mismatched eyes scanning your curled-up form with an expression that borders on tenderness. One long finger gently prods your cheek, lingering for a moment. His smile widens, looking immensely pleased with himself.

"Ah, see? Infrared vision is remarkably useful for diagnostics~"

Beta looks at him, eyes wide with surprise.

"I— I hadn't considered that!"

"That's because I'm the genius."

Gamma idly plays with a strand of your hair, tousling it slightly before smoothing it back. There's a subtle tension in his movements, suggesting a desire to be careful not to wake you, yet simultaneously wanting you to somehow know he stayed too, offering his own form of company. "Fever's dropped. Perfect, perfect."

Beta lets out a quiet sigh of relief at that, pulling you closer, protectively against his chest. Gamma watches him for a long moment, head tilted.

"So… you gonna hug me like that too, or do I have to beg?"

Beta would have choked if his respiratory system worked that way.

"I… Umm… I—I don’t know… I mean…" Beta seems utterly mortified, flustered beyond words. "W-why would you want to…?"

His reaction seems disproportionately funny to his companion.

"The real question is… " Gamma leans in, raising his eyebrows dramatically, " Why wouldn’t I want to?"

Beta makes a muffled, strangled noise, and Gamma finally bursts into unrestrained laughter, no longer bothering to keep his voice down. He wants to wake you now, eager to see the inevitably perplexed expression on your face when you find yourself sandwiched between two massive robots cuddling you like a shared teddy bear. So funny.

And, admittedly, adorable.

"Maybe I should—" Beta starts.

"Leave it to me."

Without any warning, Gamma grabs Beta firmly by the shoulders and gives a sharp tug. The motion jostles Beta's hood back, causing his purple rays to flare outwards, inadvertently smacking Gamma right across the face.

Gamma lets out an exaggerated yelp of pain, the sudden noise jolting you awake, while Beta dissolves into mortified sobs and a rapid-fire barrage of apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"Damn, Beta, you pack some serious hidden weaponry there!"

Meanwhile, you blink, consciousness returning like a slow-motion wave crashing over you.

You have never felt so utterly confused and disoriented in your entire life. Your small, blanket-wrapped body feels like the filling in a very strange, very large robotic sandwich. They’re being careful, you register dimly, not crushing you, but their towering figures loom over you as they seem to bicker about the recent assault, momentarily oblivious to your awakening.

"W-where the hell am I…?" you murmur, voice thick with sleep and confusion.

"In the paradise of my arms, obviously," Gamma replies instantly, his grin back in place, the earlier slap forgotten. Beta, however, still looks borderline traumatized by the incident. "Surprise!" Gamma continues cheerfully. "Decided I wanted my own human plushie too, but Beta here wasn't sharing. Rude."

The poor purple robot just gives you an anxious, apologetic look, optics wide, seeming perpetually on the verge of tears. You feel your face heat up again at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Guys… this is… really strange…" You mumble, rubbing your temple. You do feel marginally better, though. The sleep, despite being punctuated by vague fever dreams, was surprisingly deep. You have hazy recollections of gentle pressure, comforting weight, large hands holding you with unexpected tenderness, and soft, murmured words that felt like a warm shield against the discomfort. It was strangely restorative. “You two are lucky that I trust you both enough.”

Beta is now a complete mess of embarrassment, looking like he wishes the floor would swallow him whole. Gamma, conversely, seems utterly unfazed, laughing heartily. He gives your head a few friendly pats like one might pet a dog.

"You're welcome!" he teases.

Beta shyly holds out a small pill and the cup of water Gamma had placed on the table earlier, avoiding direct eye contact. As you take them, he fidgets nervously with the edge of the blanket still draped over you.

"P-please drink this… before you go home."

You feel a pang of sympathy for him now.

Offering a small smile, you swallow the pill. It scrapes slightly against your still-raw throat but goes down easily enough. Gamma makes a sound like snapping his fingers.

"Alrighty! Now that our precious human is awake, I think it's high time you drank your magic robot tea and then skedaddled home to sleep in your own soft, warm bed, instead of being draped over the hard, cold chassis of two poor robots desperately craving validation and affection."

You raise an eyebrow at him, unable to tell if he's being serious or deeply sarcastic. Beta’s immediate, unbridled reaction, however, strongly suggests the latter might hold a kernel of truth.

He practically throws you into Gamma’s arms, scrambling off the couch and dashing towards the café area, calling back, "I’ll go get the tea!”. All you see is a purple and yellow blur disappearing around a corner, his two flexible grabber appendages flailing behind him like overexcited tails, narrowly missing several chairs.

An awkward silence descends as you realize you are now solely in Gamma’s lap. You sniffle, then sneeze, fumbling in your pocket for a tissue.

"What a weird day…" You whisper, mostly to yourself.

The silence stretches in response.

When you look up, Gamma’s mismatched eyes are fixed on you with an intensity you’re not accustomed to seeing from him. They gleam, a deep, assessing green; they seem to judge, penetrate, yet hold you captive, making it impossible to look away. His hand comes up, fingers firmly grasping your chin, tilting your head back slightly. His thumb traces the faint line of a scar near the right corner of your lower lip, a mark barely visible but not missed by his scrutinizing gaze.

"What was the point," his voice is suddenly low, resonant, cutting through the quiet room, "of dragging yourself here when you knew you’d only be inefficient?" The reproachful tone lands like a physical blow, stinging your chest. "Suffering, far from home? Why? Nobody pins a medal on you for martyrdom. Are you some kind of masochist?"

His words slice deeper than you expected, hitting a nerve you didn't know was exposed.

"I didn't come here… intending to be a burden," you manage, your voice trembling slightly. "I just…"

But the words die in your throat.

Gamma remains silent, his gaze unwavering, first on the tiny scar, then locking onto your eyes, waiting. All you can do is stifle a sob, hot tears welling up unexpectedly.

It must be the lingering fever, you tell yourself, or perhaps the accumulated exhaustion from the preceding days. But a sense of powerlessness washes over you – the dizziness, the melancholy that descends when you contemplate the tangled mess of past choices, the things that might have been, the decisions made and unmade. It hurts with a sharp, selfish pang because you know, deep down, that your actions often stem from a desperate search for something, anything, to fill the echoing void in your existence. Because, subconsciously, you ignored all logic and dragged yourself here, yearning for mere crumbs of the connection that feels so distant in your life. Because buried beneath layers of denial, you knew they wouldn't leave you alone. Because you crave the simple, fundamental comfort of affection and care.

Because at home, there's no one.

It’s a selfish desire, isn't it? To simply matter to someone. And even if this fragile connection feels illusory at times, who is the universe to deny you the right to cling to those who are here, offering solace, even if just for a fleeting moment? Who is to deny you the right to feel content and at peace?

Gamma’s intense gaze softens. His gloved thumb gently brushes against your damp skin, wiping away a stray tear tracking down your cheek. A small, conciliatory smile touches his lips.

"Foolish human," he grumbles, but his eyes now hold a mischievous glint, something that strongly resembles affection. "You’re damn lucky we all trust you enough."

Fresh tears spill over, fueled by embarrassment and a confusing surge of relief. Gamma lets out a chuckle.

"Thank you… guys…" You manage between sniffles.

"Yeah, yeah. Now you owe me," he repeats, the teasing tone returning.

You snort, a watery smile finally breaking through. Whether any of this is 'real' in the conventional sense… You find you no longer care to dissect it. Whatever this is, whatever complex web of programming and emerging sentience is unfolding around you, it’s already more than you ever dared to ask for.

"B-Beta is taking a long time…" you murmur after a moment, wiping your eyes.

"Maybe he hasn't decided on the optimal tea blend yet," Gamma opines dryly, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Meanwhile, unseen by either of you, the tall purple robot remains partially hidden. Peeking cautiously from behind a large column, a steaming cup held carefully between two large hands, his default expression of faint anxiety is starkly contrasted by the sweet, gentle smile slowly blooming across his face. Blue eyes gleam with an undeniable light as they fixate on you, a soft blush coloring his cheeks.

"If only you knew, Angel," he breathes to himself, adjusting his hood, "that all of us share the same dream… and someone just like you is the only data stream appearing in them."

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     [OPERATION : true love] or, how likely riize is to NOT confess!

 PAIRING : ot7 x reader! GENRE : crack/fluff CW/TW : food mention WC : 495! ���SUGGESTED 🎧: love me back, fromis_9 XOXO : queued smth :3 + [m.list]

౨ ˖ 大崎将太郎 : OSAKI SHOTARO ৎ ⋆

[2/10] - cutie would plan out eveyrhting the moment he sees you and has that italicised oh moment - i'm talking your favorite flowers delivered by hand followed by your ideal date + lots of fairy lights/candles. trust me.) and woo you exactly how you deserve to be wooed <3 would get a little anxious about making everything perfect for you tho

౨ ˖ 송은석 : SONG EUNSEOK ৎ ⋆

[7/10] - he'd lowkey be such a tsundere ... thanks to my talk w mai i'm fully convinced he's the Only academic rival to lover to exist. would for sure pine after you silently and end up confessing in the middle of an argument. you know like "why do YOU care who i'm going out?" "BECAUSE. i like you. okay bye."

౨ ˖ 정성찬 : JUNG SUNGCHAN ৎ ⋆

[928304219283/10] - im biased sorry. but you can't tell me you don't see best friend!him being so obsessed with you - like all your friends know it, hell even you know it but the guy himself refuses to admit. is so "we're besties!! it's natural for us to hug and hold hands and make out between classes in the janitors closet :D i mean what. i didnt say anything" coded like c'mon

౨ ˖ 박원빈 : PARK WONBIN ৎ ⋆

[a solid 13/10] - i feel like he'd be really conflicted. like on one hand he'd rather you be the one to confess but on the other he wants to do like a huge romantic gesture and be the one to confess to you. i can imagine there being this one phase of time where he'd kinda start ignoring you to get you to reach out to him or wtv tactics the insta/tiktok girlies (gn) teach him too

౨ ˖ 홍승한 : HONG SEUNGHAN ৎ ⋆

[5/10] - okay but i see him either just randomly blurting it out of nowhere over a voice call or while ur ft-ing ("hey this cat reminded me of u" "aww haha im in love with you" "WHAT") OR doing it via a more traditional, thought out kinda way ... maybe like making you a gift or writing you a love letter/song :(( <3

౨ ˖ 이소희 : LEE SOHEE ৎ ⋆

[4/10] - bbg is confessing to you so fast. he'd only do it once he confirms (multiple times) that you both like each other though. is immediately planning the best way he could confess to you. does all his necessary research, books everything in advance - goes all out to ensure there's no hitches, basically. him and taro probably share notes

౨ ˖ 이찬영 : LEE CHANYOUNG ৎ ⋆

[11/10] - bro is Not confessing. you can feel free to tho he'll say yes obvi! as soon as he gains back enough conherence after he (half) faints that is. for sure the type to get you soso many gifts and he'd try to be so casual about it too "hey i got u a customized acessroies set with the fav flower/colour you like" "anton wtf" "uh no dw i had an extra hahaha". def gets u guys matching stuff a lot too

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Everything I Know Abt Love || JMM21

type :: fluff tw/cw :: dumbass painfully oblivious!reader (their so me-coded) summary :: reader has been crushing on pepe since they were children, but is trying to get over their crush with a different driver. but that's impossible because it's fucking josep maria marti.

request :: can you write smth with pepe marti :D was thinkin something along the lines of the song “everything i know about love” by laufey. heavy mutual pining with an eventual confession and pure fluff <3 ur page is so nice and ur writing is so so so good 🫶 (AHH thank you so much! <3 you're so sweet!)

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The date with Jak was sweet, almost perfect. He picked you up and called you beautiful, gifting you flowers. The entire time he was respectful, listening to you, and making you laugh. He was cute too, curly brown hair and an adorable smile. Everything should led to you liking him. Yet you couldn't.

The entire time you were still stuck on Pepe. Thinking about how Pepe would have gotten you flowers, but in your favorite color. How Pepe's hair was much softer despite being shorter. Not to mention that Pepe's smile is your favorite thing ever. It's not Jak's fault, he was lovely in every way possible. But you just couldn't imagine loving anyone else beside Pepe.

You grew up with Pepe, meeting at 11 year olds from watching your brother in karting. The rest is history. You met his friends and quickly formed a quad, with Pepe, you, Sebastian, and Christian. Throughout your entire childhood, you had a fat crush on him. But you could never tell if he liked you back or not.

But to Chris and Sebastian, it was painful to watch you both. They could tell that you both liked each other, maybe even loved each other. But you both were so awkward with each other that it seemed like you were friend-zoning each other.

Like for example, Chris and Sebastian tried to set you up both up by making a fake hangout. They planned a whole day of going to the beach and eating dinner, only for them both to get "sick" last minute. So it was just you and Pepe alone for the whole day, going to the beach and a fancy dinner.

Yet you guys still managed to turn one of the most romantic scenes into the most goofy and awkward. Collecting seashells, seeing who can hold their breathe longer underwater, and making a mess at dinner like you two were just clumsy and awkward best friends. When in reality, both of you were on the verge of a heart attack every time you accidentally touched.

So now you were stuck, alone in your room. Torn between either moving on or sticking with Pepe.

You barely had any time to think to yourself, because the very next day you were forced to attend the boys' Racing Sponsor party. Although you never liked going, it was fun with your friends and the food was always amazing. The only major cons was that the party was filled with business people trying to network and get new sponsors, but they usually left you alone once you just said you were a friend of the drivers.

So now instead of being alone in your room, with your thoughts eating away at your brain - you were alone at the large dining table. Seb promised to stay by your side, but he was pulled away by his engineers to try and talk to a fancy gasoline company so they could sponsor him. Chris also promised to stay besides you, but he was also forced away to go to a special engineering company. Pepe and Jak were also busy doing a ton of interviews and connections, they were very sought after.

You sighed, unable to help but just sit in your boredom as you picked at your food. Now you were wishing that those annoying business men would try to talk to you again just so you have something to do. Using your phone wasn't an option either, 1. because it's rude to do and 2. because your dress didn't have pockets so you stupidly gave it to Seb to hold onto.

But just as you were about to count the petals dead floral centerpiece in front of you, Jak sat next to you. Fuck, you thought.

"Hey!" He said, wearing a black tux just like everyone else in the room. "You look so bored haha"

His small chuckle was charming and cute, he was so "boy-next-door" coded. Jak's curls were a bit more defined and his suit had almost no imperfections on it. He obviously paid deep attention to his suit. You watched as he started to fiddle with his tie slightly as he sat next to you. It was clear he was a bit nervous around you, trying to put up a good first impression still.

"I can't lie, I am a bit bored." You say with a smile at his attentive nature. "I'm just waiting for it to be over so we can all go out and play games at Chris's house."

"We?" He asks, quoting you before connecting the dots as to who 'we' was. "Oh! You, Pepe, Chris, and Seb, right?" Jak tilts his head slightly, like a dog.

You simply nod, taking a mental note of how much of Jak resembles a golden doodle. One of the cute golden doodles, not the ones' with ugly human eyes. You wanted so badly to like him. It wasn't like you weren't aware of how cute and sweet he was. Yet your brain just wouldn't allow yourself to feel a spark between you two.

"Well uh, would it be okay if I joined?" Jak asked nervously, looking in your eyes.

Before you could answer, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Although you hated how embarrassing it was to admit, you could already tell who was touching you just by the fingertips and vein on the back of the hand: Pepe Marti.

"NnnnooOOO!" Pepe said, making you want to laugh but you knew it would hurt Jak's feelings. It was clear he had quite a few drinks, most likely due to the businessmen always pressuring the drivers to have a few shots. Mainly so they could take advantage of their drunken state and get them to sign any deal they wanted.

"Oh uh..." Jak sat their awkwardly, looking at how close Pepe's body was to yours despite him hovering above your chair. "Hi Pepe,,,"

"Hi JAK!!!" Pepe said, quite loudly, "Or should I say JAK - ASS!!! Hahaha,,, ha..."

Pepe's entire fucking head and neck turned to you, trying to see if you laughed at his awful joke. When he sees that you didn't laugh, his smile instantly died. You could tell that he was cringing at himself.

You knew you needed to get Pepe out of the room, before he does anything stupid. So you quietly excused yourself from Jak, apologizing for Pepe's lame joke. Although Pepe was perfectly able to walk over to you and Jak, all of the sudden he began to act as if he's never walked in his life. So he clung onto your waist, using that as support while you both exited the party.

It didn't make much sense for him to hold your waist for support. Holding onto your shoulders or even your head would make much more sense - but he insisted on holding your waist. But you weren't going to complain when he hand perfectly fitted there. And you definitely weren't going to complain when he was pulling you closer to his body on instinct, as if he was a magnet attracted to you.

You struggled to get his tall body into your small car. But you did it. Now you had to struggle with getting the buckle on him. Not that he's fat, far from it, he's quite lanky and lean. The struggle came from the fact that Pepe was insisting that he should drive. That the man should always drive the woman home. He even drunkenly giggled and said, "If I driveee, then we couldd kiss at red lightssss!"

He said that while looking up at you with a shit eating grin. As if he was trying to see if you would blush at his joke, which you did. And as if his cute giggle and smile weren't enough, he did a stupid little fist bump in the air after making you giggle, as if it was an accomplishment. He has never ever been this flirty with you, making you unsure of how to handle him.

You can't help but laugh even more at his stupid acts. And from your laughter, Pepe finally sat still for once. He was stuck in his seat, staring at you, completely star struck. His big dark eyes starring up at you while you giggled, he looked as if he's seen the Northern lights. His lips were slightly parted, mainly because he was tired from fighting you away from buckling him, but also because his breathe was genuinely taken away from his lungs.

And that's when you felt something click in you.

At that exact moment, when Pepe was looking up at you with big puppy eyes and kissable kips - you realized that you would never ever be able to replace Pepe. You would never be able to settle and date Jak just to move on from Pepe. Because in one single moment of Pepe barely saying anything, he made you feel more cherished than Jak did within your entire day. Because in one single moment of Pepe's eyes staring in yours, you felt your heart pound faster than it ever did when Jak gently held your hand at night.

You knew you needed to tell Jak soon. Although you knew that you and Pepe weren't an item yet, you were determined to get him to be yours. And for the first time within almost a decade - you felt as if you had a chance with him.

As you dragged Pepe behind you, you safely managed to get him up the stairs and into his apartment. It was a cozy place, with tan and beige furniture decorating the place. There were photos hung up of his friends and family, shelves filled with comic books and gifts from fans. It felt warm, homey despite it not being your home.

Due to Pepe's strong grip on you, as if he was glued to you, you were forced to throw him roughly onto his couch. You sighed out of relief from finally getting him to settle down. You were beat, ready to go sleep asap. Meanwhile Pepe was the exact opposite. He was still giggling and giddy despite there being nothing funny happening.

His smile was permanently on his face, but you weren't complaining. As you slumped down next to him, you could still smell the alcohol in his breathe. He lazily threw his hand on your thigh, looking at you before saying "You're so farrr".

The lazy grip he had on your thigh quickly turned into an overpowering grip, as he easily pulled you all the way close to him. Even though he got what he wanted, you being right beside him, his hand didn't leave your thigh. You were left in shock, never ever seeing this side of him. He's been drunk around you before, but never this drunk. You're lost on why he felt the need to get so drunk today, especially when he knew being drunk was a huge no-no at sponsor parties.

When Pepe saw your eyes widen, he instantly copied your expression. His hand left your thigh in a flash and he scooted away from you by a foot. "I'm sorry, did you not like that???" He asked, his words not slurring as much.

"No no, it's okay." You said as you looked at him, his shoulders relaxing at your words. You wish you could say the same, your shoulders were killing you now from having to bring Pepe up a whole flight of stairs.

Rolling your shoulders didn't help the ache, making you slightly wince at the soreness. Pepe, despite still being drunk, could tell it was because of him. He looked guilty, scooting a bit closer to you.

"I'm sorry," He said softly, the most gentle you've heard him all night. "I shou' have gone home on my own."

You shook your head, "Definitelyyy not, you would have crashed your car into a family of five or something."

"Better than hurting you," He said almost in a whisper. You watched his face scrunch up. He let out a light burp and threw his head back onto the couch. "God I feel awful already."

On instinct, you were about to get off the couch and get him some pain medication. But Pepe's arm shot out, blocking you from getting up.

"Not physically." He says, "But,,, mentally."

You tilt your head slightly, confused at what he meant. He looked into your eyes, able to tell that you had zero clue at all what he meant. A sigh left his lips, as if he was tired despite him being the one that got dragged up a flight of stairs and a ride home.

"I'm sure you'll feel awful physically soon." You say, "But why do you feel hurt, mentally?"

"I just," Pepe's voice was stuck, unsure of how to word himself. He let out a few murmurs but it wasn't actual words. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making him unable to speak or if Pepe just didn't know how to word what he was thinking. You were assume it was both.

He knew he wouldn't be able to outright state what he was feeling, so instead he opted for questions. "(Y/N), be honest with me." You nodded, shifting in your seat to face him. His tone sounded serious. "How do you feel about Jak?"

You assume he must have felt awful mentally for his rude jokes to Jak. "Oh, Jak is cool. If you're worried about your joke to him, I'm sure he'll just brush it off."

"Are you close now?" Pepe asks, completely ignoring your answer to his question. "After that date you guys had, seemed like fun." He says, his eyes not looking at yours. As if he was too scared to make eye contact with you.

"Um, it was fun. But I mean, I didn't feel a spark or anything-"

"Don't lie."

You were frozen, unsure of what to say. "I'm not lying...?"

"I see how you laugh at his jokes, how he looks at you, how you smile at him." Pepe says slowly, "Do you think you like him?"

His tone was so serious that you were caught off guard. But you knew the answer to his question now, thankfully you realized it this night. "No, I think we're just gonna be friends. He seems super sweet and nice, but not for me-"

"Then who is for you?" Pepe asks, this time looking at you. There was no smile on his face, instead a look of investigation. A look that seemed as if he was trying to put a mask on, to protect his feelings from getting hurt.

You knew the answer to this question to. But you weren't able to say. All you were able to do was stare into Pepe's eyes, watching them soften as he looked at you. You swallowed and broke the eye contact, feeling too intimate to keep staring into his dark eyes.

While you were looking away, Pepe scooted back close to you. Your knees touching. Although your head was still turned away, too flustered to look at him and unwilling to give him an answer. Pepe was staring right at you, his entire torso turned towards you to examine your whole body and features.

You didn't want to turn your head around and face him. You could tell that if you did, your faces would be only a few inches away from each other. Close enough to make your breathes touch each other faces. Although you were trying to look away from him, his hand gently reached for your face. There was no pressure in his grip, instead it was lightly guiding your head to face him.

Now your faces were close, eyes locked in, and bodies only a few inches apart. You looked at him, holding your breathe in fear that it stank from eating. His eyes and face were no longer tense, it was soft and looked as if he was pleaded. It looked as if he about to beg you for something, which he did:

"Please, please say it's me." He said in a whisper.

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[shuenkio]

Juno | Lhs.

Paring: Heeseung X M!reader | Genre: Fluff.

Synopsis: Thought he'd be disgusted by your love letter however who knows what he actually feels toward you? When your friend accidentally puts that for fun note in your gift that you're about to give him?

Cw: Nothing.

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st lang.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A@N: Christmas's laterally 3 more months away but who cares, I wanna make a change 💪 plus Juno are on repeating, so why not make an inspiration fic about it?

The Earth's spinning, people are living their lives in their own way, especially with their loved ones. You wonder, to the point of this age, should you just grow old as an old bachelor or find someone? Well, looking at yourself in the mirror already answers all your questions; you find yourself didn't match your satisfaction.

Insecure about your look wasn't enough; another thing is you've been hopeless romantic all of your life. Deep down, you wanted to have someone stay by your side, holding your hand while looking at the sky when it's sunset, cuddle when it's rain, compliment all the sweet things you've ever needed every day, and last but not least, you wanted someone to love you.

It's a silly daydreaming; however, every single day you can't go a day without thinking about anyone randomly popping out, riding their white horse, kneeling in front of you, and asking you, Would you be their partner? That's kind of crazy. Ever since then, brushed it all off as if it's nothing.

Continue to work hard for your bill in this messy industry. Surprisingly, God always has his own plan; he won't let you die alone... Right? Apparently, there's someone just moving in next to your apartment, and it's a man. Oh my. No, you can't be thrill just because he's a man; M/N, behave yourself.

That's how thirsty you are; later on, you thought you're the problem and started to behave yourself to be less attracted to a stranger, especially a man. On one holiday night, while back from work as you were unlocking your door, it was a coincidence when the new guy came out at the same time. Both of you never get the chance to greet each other because you're such workaholics. He greets you with a warm smile on his face, offering a handshake, as you hesitated to but still did.

He then introduces himself as 'Heeseung' called 'Evan' for short. He also said he never gets the opportunity to meet someone, mostly who are his neighbors since they are always out of the house just like you. For now, Evan wanted to invite you for a coffee. Oh. Spare a glance at his towering figure up and down; you realize he's positive; no bad energy from him; yes, you happily agree. A day turns into a week, a week turns into a month.

Trying all your hardest not to fall in love with Evan, who likes to do all those weird gestures that make your stomach fill with butterflies every damn time. Maybe you lack affection, sort of. He looks cool, is an ACE in everything, at least he can cook ramen, is a green flag in your perspective, is gentle and respectful of the boundaries, but one thing that made you stop midway was he can't be gay.

Evan is probably a straight guy that you mistake with his clingy behavior. Sigh, a lesson of life learned as a homosexual person. It's not right to force him to like you back, isn't it? Not even right to confess your true heart when he's so straight code, or he's not? Or is it worth pouring away all the heavy weight in your chest? The TV play in the living room, an announcement that today is going to be snow on this special day too, a Christmas day.

Brainstorming to seek out his favorite thing as you pop out an idea by gifting him a logo set; he loves it too much you couldn't understand why. As you were preparing the gift with all your friends together in a room before going out to celebrate in the city, you suddenly wanted to write a confession note for fun—write everything that had been living in your heart for a long time that has been hurting—a poem, to be honest, well, a little freaky, because you know you'd throw them away anyway.

"You make me want to make me fall in love."

"Wanted you to adore me back, hold me like you always did, and always joke, telling me I'm your only friend."

"Sorry, I like you, but I can't help it."  "Liking you was the best experience in my life, and I hope for nothing but still us to be friends."

Out of the blue, coincidentally, once you finish the note, your friend happens to pull you for a group photo. While you were busy posing, one of your other friends had nothing to do, so they went to wrap all the gifts of all of them. Usually, at every Christmas festival, they are in charge of who does the wrapping. The group united is over; after they're all stepping foot in the city, they've all vanished. Holding your gift like a lost child, looking at the crowd of people who's busy with their own business.

The snow keeps falling down from the blurry sky nonstop, so cold yet it fits the vibe you were going for. Snuggle your hands inside of your pocket; you leave the scenes as you drag your feet to somewhere quiet, your favorite park that used to be lively but now it's a field of snow. Taking a hot breath under the cold temperature, a shadow cast towering upon you, looking up to see, it was actually your greatest neighbors, Evan.

"What are you doing here, Fox?"

"Me? Oh, just chilling; I don't like crowds anyway." response, the tip of your nose turns pink, which makes Evan find it adorable.

"Why? It's Christmas; you should go enjoy yourself!" Taking about Christmas alarms your mind; you take out the wrapped gift and hand it to him. He caught off guard to the gift you have for him. Everyone would give him gifts during this festival; never make him flinch but you, a different story.

"Ugh, don't get the wrong idea; you're my neighbors after all; neighbors gift neighbors, isn't that normal? Take it, unbox it," take a hold of his palm, and give him the gift while waiting patiently for his expression. Hearing you say those, he did as told. Unveil all the tie, tearing all of the paper. Evan sees a cartoon Lego set inside with a small scratchy note that is about to be trash. The corner of Evan's lip, tight into a cocky smile as he takes out the small note, and hands up to the light street nearby. Maybe he didn't laugh at the Lego set but something else.

Seeing a note that you did not put in there and a confession note too, your eye wide open. The heart inside of your chest is pounding and racing far from the beat. You were nervous and panicking. How can it flow in there? Oh, wait, don't tell your friend to put it in there; naur, screw you. Quickly get up from your seat. I wanted to grab that note away; however, who are you kidding, he was 180 cm while you? A tiny little person.

"Evan, give that back; it's not; it's not the right note. My friend mistakenly put them there. DON'T READ IT." jumping up and down, up and down to snatch the piece of paper away, which is no use. All you got was to exhaust yourself.

"Oh, let me see, hmm, mistaken? But I see your name under here from me, M-N. How is that a mistake?" Realizing Evan already read it, you stop there frozen; the outcome would be something you are not going to like. Same goes for Evan too. You thought he'd be all serious and disgusted by your love note yet replaced by giggles. Um what?

"You, M/N, why have you not told me sooner?"

"Because... You look straight, i guess. Sorry to assume, but you did look like it."

"Oh, come on, why should I be straight when you're alive?"

"I beg pardon??"

"The word 'I like you' is out trending, so I'd say I. Adore. You, my M/N. My gift for you is

'i love you too'

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🗣️ Crd to all the room rightful owner: [divider Alanitalenia]

🗣️ ps: I was dead ass sick writing this, but still cooked anyway 🫂.

[narislvr]

── simp!abby anderson drabble ₊˚ෆ

,, cws? none. pure fluff ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ ── 1.04k words.

,, abby x fem!reader ♡ / college au

ᝰ.ᐟ loosely inspired by this series' depiction of abby. | pt. II

she's so hollie col & taylor swift coded, fight me

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who was absolutely lovestruck for the pretty girl she'd bumped into on the way to their campus' library.

She had barely exchanged more than a few mumbled words with you, but she already knew she wanted to see you again.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who did in fact see you a few days later behind the counter of a less populated coffee shop in the westend part of campus. you looked so pretty she thought, and if it weren't for her usual reserved expression she was sure you'd see the hearts forming in her eyes.

"hello? you alright there?" you'd ask, brow raised as you tried to get the woman's attention from behind the counter.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who snaps out of her enamored daze only to meet the confused look on your face with a sheepish smile.

she should say something smooth. anything.

"you sell coffee here, right...?"

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who is awkward as hell and can't flirt to save her life as she's lived her life avoiding any chance of romance despite being a secret romantic.

your eye twitches at the question, but you smile at her anyways because.. well, just because.

"yeah, we do. what can j get for you?"

your number

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who makes it a routine to come in the three days of the week when she knew you'd be there. by the third week of her showing up, you couldn't help the small smile that settled on your lips as you handed the blond her usual coffee, your hand lingering a second longer as the feeling of her calloused fingers brushing yours sent a fuzzy feeling through your body.

she'd thank you with a small smile of her own before sitting in the table closest to the exit with a good view of you in the prep area and taking slow sips of her drink as she'd take subtle glances of you, admiring the way you hum ever so quietly to yourself as you worked.

after a good hour of subtle glances and pretending to focus on whatever text book she brought in that day, she'd leave, but not before leaving a tip folded neatly in the napkin as you went to wipe down her table.

'have a great day and thank you for the coffee. it was delicious as usual :)'

you can't help but shake your head, cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

it was a simple black coffee, nothing special.

and yet she was always so greatful.

huh.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who after a month, slowly begins to talk to you, less awkward than her initial approach once you started initiating conversation and light banter.

God, if you looked pretty from afar, having you close to her, talking to her, made every last bit of her resolve melt. especially when you looked at her, chin resting on your palm, with those bright curious eyes of yours.

"you actually owned horses? That's so cool! I've always wanted to learn how to ride, but I've never had the chance to."

she'd chuckle, feeling her heart flutter as she flashes you a charming smile.

"I could always teach you, y'know?"

God knows she hoped you weren't kidding when you giggled and accepted her offer.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who, now comfortable enough to, would tease you whenever she'd catch you stealing glances at her arms whenever she came in from her morning run.

"I can feel you staring, hon," she'd quip, catching you off guard and stiffling a laugh as you quickly denied it.

she made sure to wear more tank tops and compression shirts, stretching out her arms every now and then, knowing well she'd have your full attention then.

"you're always welcome to touch, you know."

"I am not doing that, abbs." you'd respond, heart racing as you rejected, what was to you, the offer of a life time.

"suit yourself," she'd snicker, earning a playful shove.

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who after four months of playful visits to your job, finally asks you out, hands sweating as she leans against the counter of the almost empty coffee shop.

to her surprise, you agree, and she can't help the wide grin that spreads on her face as you accept.

"we could go out for coffee or something. I know of a good coffee shop around here we could try out. The barista is pretty cute too."

"I'm not going on a date to my work place, Abby." you'd say, eyes narrowed as she only laughs at your response.

"was just a thought. how about dinner next week? there's a place about thirty minutes from here I'm sure you'd like."

"sounds like a plan."

₊˚ෆ simp!abby who picked you up the following week, a charming smile on her face as she held open the passenger seat door to her pick up truck, complimenting you with awe in her voice before driving off.

soft music could be heard playing in the background as the two of you spoke of anything and everything.

you were so caught up in the conversation, you didn't notice where you two had parked until the rumble of the trucks engine finally shut off.

it was then that you noticed the scenery before you, a nice grassy area overlooking the mountain campus of the school you two went too.

"found this place while on a run a month back, it's pretty, huh?"

you could only hum in response, still in awe as you got down and followed abby to the bed of her truck where the two of you would eat takeout from a place she knew you liked.

amidst the pretty scenery, she could only find herself looking at one thing.

that being you.

It was cliché, but from what she had learned about you during the time she had spent getting to know you through small talk and banter, she knew it was something you liked and that's what mattered.

and what wouldn't she give to continue seeing the look of pure adoration on your face as your hand found hers, pinkie locking with hers as you two look at eachother in silence as the nature's ambience and soft music from her radio play in the background.

[irisintheafterglow]

OKAY A FELLOW SWIFTY I SEE

Okay here me out I need to express this with another SWIFTY

ALL THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE IS SO GOJO X READER CODED!!

Gege confirmed gojo was canon a player right??

He’s all about fuckboy life but THEN then he meets you and is so inlove he becomes so domestic and just <333

I NEEDED TO SHARE THIS WITH ANOTHER SWOFTY FOR YEARS OKAY THANKS BYE

every dead end street led you straight to me

wc: 2.1k

cw/tags: established relationship, first meeting, creepy guy at a club but he doesn't get very far because of unofficial bodyguard™ satoru, mostly just fluff and taylor references, little fun surprise at the very end in case it wasn't tooth-rotting enough

note: hi anon!!! first off, i'm so sorry this took so long to complete; i literally love aotgylb and so i was a little stumped for how to write this because it's just,,,,so him. i love him. i love taylor. i hope you love this lol. enjoy!!!

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“I really wish I found you sooner.”

“How so?”

“I wouldn’t have needed all that dumb shit with other girls if I knew you were waiting for me. All the lame fights, feeling alone even when I wake up next to someone. That dumb shit.”

“Who said I wasn’t doing dumb shit too?” You look at him with a sleepy smile, warm despite the biting chill of the early morning air. "You couldn't fathom how many boys I was crying in the bathroom about."

"Do you remember their names?"

"Of course not." While you press against the personal heater that is your boyfriend, the long-awaited sunlight starts to touch the very tips of the mountains before you. “You remember my first boyfriend, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yeah. The one from Kyoto that dropped out ‘cause he couldn’t stand being weaker than his partner,” he recalls. “He’s also the ugliest of your exes; it’s hard to forget him when I almost exorcized him before I met you.” You burst out laughing at the memory and a puff of your breath appears in front of your face. Satoru follows suit, exhaling a long breath and making boyish dragon noises. “See, aren’t I so much better?”

“Yes love, no one can compete with your dragon impressions,” you tease. With a shiver, you wrap your coat tighter around your body. “I won’t lie, though. My ass is freezing.”

“I was just about to say that,” he agrees, shifting uncomfortably on the stone bench. Even with the several layers of thermal long sleeves, jackets, and gloves, the winter weather seemed adamant on giving you frostbite. “Remind me to never suggest a sunrise hike ever again.” 

“But isn’t it romantic? Freezing our asses off and shit-talking our exes?” 

“I would not enjoy this if I was with anyone else,” he concludes. “That’s all I’ll say about that.”

“Fine, then go back to that other thing, the one about finding me sooner.” 

“Oh, that?” He pauses for a moment, jutting his lips to the side in deep thought. Spots of gold start to catch on his bright white hair, strikingly similar to the snow crunching under your boots. “I was just thinking how much time I wouldn’t have wasted if I simply found you sooner.”

“What do you mean, ‘found me?’” 

“I was searching for someone, you know, and I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.” The corner of his mouth quirks as a memory pops into his mind. “Even though you hated me.”

“I did not hate you,” you argue in vain since you did, in fact, hate him when you first met him. In need of a new partner after your boyfriend (the ugly one, Satoru notes) fell ill the night before a mission, you considered feigning sickness yourself when you saw who the higher ups assigned. It was easier, logistically, to slap on the most powerful asset they had on a mission where a sorcerer dropped out, but it didn’t make him any less annoying when he picked you up at the airport. It was before the days of his current blindfold, when he wrapped strips of white linen over his eyes during the times he opted for no sunglasses. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t unnerve you, the way he navigated through the airport crowds as if his vision wasn’t impeded in the slightest. The aura that he emanated was intimidating and one of sheer power, but the goofy smile and melodic voice contradicted any assumptions you made about the strongest being alive. 

“Gojo Satoru?”

“That’s me. I like it when you say my name,” he drawls and you make a quiet gagging noise in your throat. 

“Please don’t ever say that again,” you say, walking in a random direction where you hope the driver is parked. To your embarrassment, you turn around to see him standing in the same spot, a smug grin on his face and a thumb pointing in the opposite direction. “I thought I read the lot was this way,” you mutter in irritation while he falls into step next to you. 

“Oh, it was,” he affirms and you stop mid-stride. The shit-eating expression on his face only grows wider when he senses your increasing annoyance. “But there’s a dango stand over here and you look like you could use a snack.” He was right, of course, but you didn’t admit it until much later in your relationship. The first twelve hours with him were painfully awkward, to say the least. You shoved dango in your mouth to avoid answering any questions about yourself and stared out the dark window of the car while he snuck glances at you in the backseat. After dropping your stuff at the hotel and slipping into nicer clothes, you walk out onto the crowded street to find Satoru waiting in a sleek-looking suit that would have the girls back home fainting on the spot. He opens the door with a flirty remark that you immediately tune out and you recheck the Cursed Tools in your clutch while he slides into the seat beside you. 

“You know your role?” 

“I’m a wealthy businessman gunning for the weapon with the blue handle,” he states confidently.

“Green handle, not blue.”

“What’s the difference?”

“One of them has an eons-old Curse stuffed into its hilt…and the other is blue.” He makes a small noise of amusement in his throat and you feel yourself relax a little bit more. “I’ll camp out at the bar and wait for the owner to make a move. Apparently, he’s the type to bite pretty easily if he sees something good-looking and alone. When he’s distracted, you grab the weapon. Got it?”

“Clear as crystal,” he says, swiping his tongue over his top lip absentmindedly. A serious look washes over his face, something in his head making his eyebrows draw together. “What if the guy starts getting handsy with you?”

“I’ll…handle it,” you reply slowly, slightly confused as to why he cares. “Just get the weapon, Gojo. You can stall or kill time however you want before that, but we don’t have the luxury of being able to make a mess.”

“Easier said than done,” he says quietly, “So, no promises.” 

It turned out that making messes was simply a part of Satoru’s daily routine. Perched on a bar stool and barely nursing a weak drink, you clearly saw what his idea of killing time was. Lean arms stretched over the back of an overstuffed corner booth in a corner of the club, pulling several nice-looking women into his side while they giggled in his lap. He’d swapped the strips of linen for an expensive pair of sunglasses and he peered over the rim at regular intervals to keep an eye on you. It made your heart pang just a little bit, seeing him easily attract girls to him like a magnet in a paper clip factory. There was no doubt that Gojo Satoru was attractive, yet every doubt existed in your mind as to whether you would ever have a chance with him. You didn’t mean to look so mopey and sad at the counter, but it seems to play to your advantage when the owner of the weapon creeps over with a sinister smile on his face. 

“Hello, dear,” he purrs and it takes all of your willpower not to slap him for looking at you like a pretty thing. “Nothing is sadder than a beauty at the bar, all alone.”

“And what were you going to do about it?” You drop the volume of your voice to an enticing volume, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Inject a bit more excitement into your evening,” he replies daringly and the insinuation makes you nauseous. “That man, with the glasses? He broke your heart?” He leans on your shoulder and looks in the direction of your partner, the one who was supposed to be grabbing the weapon while you were busy being ogled by this narcissist. “You need to watch out for men like him, throwing around money and women like they’re of no value. Both have value. You have value.” Great, you groan in your head, he’s gross and a hypocrite, too.

“I wouldn’t say broke it,” you murmur mysteriously. “More like, doesn’t deserve it.”

“You’re feisty,” he observes. “I’m incredibly attracted to it.” Shit. On pure instinct, you feel your Cursed Energy flare up as his hand roams dangerously close to your thigh, sliding down your arm with a clammy palm. Despite not being a sorcerer, you know he feels the energy shift when his eyes dart up to yours not with lust, but suspicion. By some stupid twist of Fate, you’d blown your own cover. The weapon owner’s hand suddenly tightens around your wrist, chaining you to the bar counter. 

“Let go of me,” you order, completely rid of the stupidly airy voice and naive smiles. 

“What did you just–”

“My love, we’re leaving.” Elegant fingers effortlessly pry the man’s hand from your skin and toss them aside like garbage. You find your coat gently draped around your shoulders, and only then does he guide you up and away from the bar, with the weapon owner still gawking in his stool. Somewhere between your Cursed Energy flaring and the man grabbing your wrist, Satoru must have left his posse of gorgeous women to pull you out of your present situation. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. “Thanks for doing that, even though you had to leave your girlfriends.” 

“Of course. They never mean anything to me, nor do I mean anything to them,” he replies and it sounds genuine, without any sort of mockery or indication that he was holding it above your head. With one arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he calls the valet to retrieve the car and you find that you don’t mind him holding you close. “Nice play with the energy flare-up, by the way. That was really smart.”

“What do you mean?”

“Smoking out the weapon’s energy signature by making it butt against your own?” He shakes his head in disbelief, city lights catching in the lenses of his glasses. “Absolute genius.” 

“I…didn’t mean to do that,” you admit and he peers at you out of the corner of his vision. You didn’t know it yet, but to him, you looked prettier than any of the women he was surrounded by inside the club. “It was an accidental reflex when the guy went for my leg.”

“Want me to kill him?” You chuckle, but it dies away when you see the cold expression on his face, nothing like the playful and warm persona you’d just been speaking to. “Say the word and I’ll blow the place to pieces.”

“We’re not supposed to make a mess, remember?” 

“And I said no promises, remember?” He helps you into the passenger’s seat with a gentlemanly hand, shutting it after you before settling into the driver’s seat. “Either way, I got the weapon. It was in the guy’s pocket, not in the safe like we thought it would be. But, more importantly, you got out of that creep’s vicinity.” 

“I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Anytime, pretty.”

“Don’t call me that,” you say firmly and he looks at you curiously. “What?”

“Why not?”

“I’m not interested in being your arm candy; I’m not that type of person.” He pauses for several long moments, stuck in deep thought.

“I didn’t realize I was the type of person to have arm candy,” he states quietly, like it was an epiphany as he pulled away from the club’s valet curb. 

“Something must be wrong with one of your Six Eyes, then, if you truly believe that,” you chuckle, trying to make the mood a little lighter. Yet, he’s still staring straight ahead with a frown on his face and a draw between his eyebrows. It was unsettling, to say the least. “Hey, I really didn’t mean any offense–”

“Let me try.”

“What?”

“Let me try,” he repeats with absolute determination. The streetlight casts his face in a dangerous shade of red.

“Try…what?” 

“To win you over. Teach you what forever feels like,” he answers and your head feels like it’s been submerged underwater, all noises suddenly becoming muddy and irrelevant. “Show you that I don’t think you’re just eye candy.” 

“What the hell are you playing at, Gojo?”

“I’m just tryin’ to show you that I’m not the playboy you have in your head,” he argues and it makes your cheeks heat. “Let me try. If I fail, I’ll go bald or something. Sorcerer's honor.” You burst out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief but feeling comfortable enough to take him up on the offer. Now, a few years and zero bald heads later, you were freezing your ass off with the man of your dreams on a mountain at six in the morning. 

Somehow, you both felt like you’d won the bet when he pulled out that box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 

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[snowyquokka]

JISUNG CODED

cw: just fluff <3

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CHEEK KISSES - i am a firm believer that jisung would be obsessed with kissing your cheeks. he’d probably adore them and pepper them with kisses whenever he’s given the opportunity.

HELPING HIM WRITE - jisung would trust you the most to give him an honest opinion about his lyrics. he knows that you aren’t afraid to point out flaws in his songs.

PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR - oh my lord, this has been in my noggin for FOREVER. laying down with his head on your chest as you mess with his hair absentmindedly, maybe even scratching his scalp lightly. he’d fall asleep in less than 10 minutes just from the feeling.

PICNIC DATES - jisung seems like the type of guy who likes to be super classy and romantic sometimes. he prefers dates like picnics because it’s peaceful and he doesn’t have to be surrounded and overwhelmed by tons of people. he’d make sure to pack your favorite foods and drinks, loving the way your face lights up when you see how much effort he put into it.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Flufftober Prompt 22: Stuck in line (jax)

list is here guys can you tell that i wrote down the opening to a lot of these and forget to go back to write a little note to make this section look less empty because i sure do LMAO plot: surely, he can behave in a slow moving line while everyone else is having fun on the adventure notes: reader is gn, not romantic, jax is being annoying and a dick, no real fluff and probably what would happen realistically if you were around him LMAO word count: 779 cws: none

When you and Jax were left to wait in a line while everyone else scrambled about to finish different tasks to complete the adventure, you didn't think it would be this bad. The landscape was like a winter wonderland, with various themed quests that needed to be done before the adventure could be completed. You and Jax got stuck with picking up some NPCs order in a shop. You could hardly call it an adventure.

"This bad" being a kind way to put it, as you were being pushed to your very wits end by the rabbit. The second you were both made to sit for this section of the adventure, he's been nothing but a pain... The way you were stuck with him vaguely felt like when a teacher would pair you with one of the rowdy kids. "To rub off on them and make them calm down"... you just wanted the line to pass so you could grab what you were looking for.

Jax wasn't exactly rowdy... but he knew how to get under your skin if it meant entertaining himself for the time being. He could just wander off and leave. There's nothing stopping him. Even if there was, he would still try... but he seems to take pleasure in resting his arms on the top of your head and talking, the movement of his words rocking you slightly as he swayed on his toes- putting a good chunk of his weight on you as he leaned down on top of you. Or saying anything he can to get any sort of reaction out of you- or better yet, get some information out of you that he could use later to push you to get something he wants down the line.

Your hands clench, before releasing. Then clenched again, and release. You did this a few more times as Jax verbally complained about how slow the line was moving as you both inched forward.

You had only been here for ten minutes but you were already nearing your wits end. Was this your personal hell? Was this a punishment for something you had done before arriving in the circus?

You work your teeth together and focus your eyes intensely into the back of an NPCs head. Another exits the line, moving you forward. Jax finally stops leaning on you and pushes himself to his full height behind you. You don't remove your eyes from the NPC, nearly fully tuning out Jax as he proclaimed his boredom.

If it weren't for him beginning to tap his foot on the ground, you could have; but between the previous show and the overwhelming feeling of just wanting to get this over with your patience finally gives.

"Why not just cut to the front? I'm shocked you haven't done that sooner," You hiss. He pauses, black eyes darting to you as his grin stretches wide.

The way his eyes squinted, you knew. He'd thought about it. He'd already decided he was going to do it before even getting in line with you.

He just wanted to see how long it would be until desperation pushed you to make a suggestion.

"Now why didn't I think of that!"

Fucker.

Without another word, he slaps his arm into the NPC and shoves them to the side with a swift motion. Then the next, and the next. Before long it was just the two of you in line. You take a sharp breath, relieved that it was finally coming to a close. You drag your feet across the tiled floor until you're about a foot behind Jax.

He snaps his fingers in the face of the NPC behind the counter, and your distaste for him drives deeper. Wordlessly, as if something had gone bugging with the coding thanks to Jax changing how things were meant to be, they put what you needed onto the counter.

A snow globe. Not anything to be crazy about, just a simple globe with a cabin and some trees inside. You only dully note that the "Santa" inside it was a mini Caine dressed up. Your mouth twists. Jax doesn't seem all that thrilled either. But he still takes it, rather carelessly. He passes it between his hands as it if were a ball, before walking off. You stand there alone before he calls for you over his shoulder, though it's clear he's not all that invested on if you decide to come with him or not.

You suck a breath between your teeth.

All of that torment, for a glass ball filled with water and glitter.

Your fists clench, before you spin around and sulk after Jax.

[qin-qin16]

♡𝅼  WELCOME! 

This is my Sans shipping masterlist, not necessarily with a romantic intention, but it can also be platonic!

✧ What I will write: fluffly, angst, suggestive themes, comfort, poly, platonic, yandere (not extreme)... 

✧ What I will not write: non-con/rape, suicide, bullying/abuse, incest, smut, pregnancy, underage characters with older characters...

Flirt disaster

Characters: Cross and Dust [cw: Xcutioner, Cross doesn’t know how to flirt, poor guy, verbal dust here, we bully Cross in this house…]

Bath

Characters: Cross and Dust [cw: Xcutioner, Cross x Dust, puppy love (from Cross), there is nudity but with no suggestive content (is all bones), there is something weird between them…]

Bloody mermaid

Characters: Dust and Geno [cw: DustyScarf, mermaid!Geno, butcher!Dust, horror, angst, thoughts about suicide, cannibalism mentioned, mermaid sushi??]

Scent

Characters: Dust and Killer [cw: Omegaverse, scent marking/kink, LOVE affair]

Hate

Characters: Dust and Killer [cw: Kist in the most sick and hateful way, thoughts of killing, canonish killer and dust (?), Dust is referred to “it”]

One sided

Characters: Cross and Killer [cw: Toxic relationship, abuse of power, Kross]

Puppy love

Characters: Cross and Killer [cw: first mission, beginning of Cross’s crush, slightly manipulation (?), its Killer in stage two guys what you expect?]

Harsh like a cat's tongue

Characters: Color and Killer [cw: Queer platonic relationship, hurt/comfort, Killer is our favorite punching bag, Delta is here, but not for the comfort part, violence (the girls are fighting!), protective Color…]

Bittersweet

Characters: Color and Killer [cw: Suggestive, they match each other's freaks, semi nudity in some sense (they are all bones), kisses with blood, this one oneshot can be uncomfortable for some people… ]

Don't go

Characters: Color and Killer [cw: bad coping mechanism, dehumanization (not from Color), hurt/comfort, stage one Killer (?)…]

Good heart

Characters: Nightmate and Ink [cw: Vantablack, hurt/comfort, a bit of fluff, queer platonic relationship, Nightmare uses they/them…] 

All the time in the world

Characters: Dream and Blue [cw: DreamBerry, sweet rotting fluff, isn't Dream's body a swap sans body?, this is the sweetest thing I've ever written, Dream uses they/them pronouns!]

Sick love

Characters: Horror and Dust [cw: bunny coded dust, domestic intimate, fluff (unless…), this ends up becoming another freak post]

[lvmimis]

cw: reader is a physician. medical talk. fluff. platonic!katsuki x reader. romantic!izuku x reader. selfship-coded a bit.

Hey, are you near Katsuki?

You’re texting from your office in a moment between patients, while Eri quietly hums as she organizes a few bottles in your office alphabetically, just killing time as she shadows. 

Katsuki has always been somewhat particular about his health (like he is about most things, you noticed when you were teenagers) but ever since he started having heart flutters, you find that the volume of questions he texts you about that are health-related have skyrocketed. Izuku reassures you that he just trusts you and is just really curious, but the sheer volume of questions and subject matter is starting to worry you about his health. 

Not really, but he’s not that far off. Why babe?

You think for a moment, then start texting.

Can you annoy him right now so he’s worried about something else other than dying? He’s texting again.

Izuku replies with an emote of a saddened dog with wet, pathetic eyes, big enough that you find yourself laughing against your best interest.

Is that all I am to you? A distraction? He asks. You send him a kiss emoji but then follow up with a phone call. 

“I know you’re working and we can talk later about it, but I really think he needs to see someone or at least get some grounding,” you whisper, given that Eri has just stepped out of the room.

You can hear Izuku slowly take in that information with a soft inhale. “Do you want to lead that conversation?”

“You know I don’t mince words with him.”

“Are you implying I do?” he asks.

“Sometimes,” you say, but you are smiling, thinking about your more vocally gentle counterpart. “Invite him to dinner so we can talk - I’m perfectly fine responding to a million questions about his heart monitor, but not if I can tell he’s losing sleep over it.”

Izuku hums in assent, but you can soon hear a crash in the background that has you jump on your end of the phone.

“Oh my God, are you okay?”

Izuku sounds strained on his end, but fine. “Yeah. Caught it.”

You don’t know what the hell it is, but you figure you’ll find out in the news in the next half-hour.

“Okay, concentrate and come back in one piece. I love you!”

You hang up first before he has the precious but concerning lack of sense to say it back instead of focusing on whatever he’s dealing with at the moment. Looking back at the text message Katsuki has just sent you - this time about the temperature of the cold water he should splash on his face if he starts having a run of supraventricular tachycardia again - you schedule an informative, neutral text, for after whatever is going on in their patrol area settles, but think about how best you can help soothe his anxiety that his heart won’t malfunction again.

You don’t know for sure that his heart is 100% okay even if it most likely is, and you know the fear is worse because he’s fallen in love with your best friend and has started to think more and more about things that he can’t control in the future.

The fact that Katsuki died in the war is common knowledge, but for him, looking at that footage must be exquisitely painful. You wonder if he rewatches that footage as closely as you often catch Izuku rewatching those and other events caught on tape in the middle of the night, feet perched on his desk chair and hugging his knees like you imagine he did as a child.

Wondering how they can make sure it never happens again.

It’s time for a meeting, and before your nurse comes in to show you the next patient, you decide to see if you can preorder your partner and his friend’s favorite meals for tonight.

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Anonymous asked: Hello! I saw your requests are open and I wanted to ask if you could write some fluff for mute!Logan Walker and gn!reader. Can be romantic relationship or platonic (like roommates), or friends/roommates to lovers. - I imagine reader staying awake really late at night to work on a project for their job and Logan passes by their office and sees them, they’re tired and have been so caught up with work that they haven’t eaten dinner or drank water. - Maybe Logan brings them something without reader expecting it and invites them to play games or at least to take a break. - Reader says they have to finish up something and then they’ll be done, so Logan pulls up a chair and watches them work. - You can end it there or have it end some other way if you like. Thanks for reading, have a good day <3

Always There For You

Tags/CWs: gn!reader, Interior Designer!reader, Mute!Logan, Logan uses ASL, fluff, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic.

A/N:....anon, you somehow read my mind, i was gonna make a post saying that i wanna start writing for Logan Walker and update my characters' list on my blog a few days ago😂 love love love this!!! Hope you like it!

Divider by: @/adornedwithlight

It was late at night, past dinner time, and you were working on your laptop, using a software to sketch a living room design for a new client that you have. Logan had just come back home from a night out with his brother, and as he walked near your small office room to go to his own room, he saw you hunched over your laptop from the open door, the only light in the room being a night-lamp, that is, excluding all the light coming through the open door from the hallway. He could hear you sigh, putting your hand on your forehead and leaning over your desk, you were exhausted. He sighed, suddenly remembering that when he came home and went to the kitchen, he opened the fridge to get some beer, and he saw your leftover lunch untouched from the corner of his eye, but thought nothing of it at first. He realized now that you didn't eat, you probably forgot to like you usually do when you have a stressful gig like the one you have now.

He went over to the kitchen again, heating up your leftovers, grabbing a glass cup and filling it with water, and grabbing a fork and a knife as well, putting everything on a tray and bringing it up to your room, pulling a card game from a small library in the hallway he's walking in and putting it on the tray as well, making his way to your office and knocking on the door gently. He made his way over to you as you turned around to see him, putting the food on a on empty spot on your desk and looking down at your face as you finally look up at him tiredly, a small smile on your face. "How was that movie Hesh suggested, huh?", you chuckle a little, grabbing the glass of water and looking up at him as you drank. He signed to you about his night, how the movie was too cheesy for his liking, and how the popcorn had the perfect amount of caramel on it, his dark brown eyes a bit drowsy as he leaned on your desk and crossed his arms.

"Yeah? Well at least the popcorn was good, did he steal some from you?", you chuckled as you put the glass down on the tray, looking up at him as he signed about the two of them "sharing" the popcorn, that's code for Hesh stealing some of it while Logan was looking away. You nod at him, laughing quietly, his presence always brought you comfort, always. He suddenly looked at you seriously, a hint of concern in his eyes as he saw your eye-bags, signing about how he knew you didn't eat anything for hours, and how he knew from how fast you grabbed that glass cup and started drinking the water that you probably didn't drink anything for a while as well. He continued on, signing about how you should probably take it easy and take a break now, maybe have a bite and play that card game he brought you. You looked back at your laptop, embarrassed a little, he never liked it when you neglected yourself like this because of your job, "I was just super busy Lo, this gig is just very demanding, but I'll eat after I'm done, ok? I only have a little left to work on, we can play a little after too.". He nods as you get back to your work, pulling the small chair that you always rest your feet on towards him, pulling it closer and sitting near you, looking at the design that you've made.

You did end up finishing the design, that was of course going to be edited the day after, but you worried about that later, now you were just eating dinner, all the while playing that card game he brought the both of you, getting all competitive. It was a good night. You know that when there's too much weight on you shoulders, he's there to help, he's there to help you take care of yourself.

[kestrel-bee]

I just finished ISAT, and. Wow. I am in shambles after Act 5 holy FRICK

Okay, now that I’m done, time to dump all of my thoughts out at once, because I NEED to talk about this game holy crap

(spoilers abound from this point, don’t read if you are interested in playing for yourself)

(CW for discussing religion-related struggles with sexuality, if that’s something that bugs ya)

Okay, for starters, I just want to talk about how well executed this game is.

The gameplay was interesting and not too hard to understand while still being unique and fun, the illustrations and art style was really cute and charming, the character designs are recognizable yet creative, the writing is entertaining and made me love all of the characters in a very quick fashion, and the story overall was just FANTASTIC.

Literally my only complaint is that i had a tricky time adjusting to how sensitive the controls were when walking. Maybe it works better on desktop, but I was playing on the Steam Deck, and the only other platform I can play on is Mac, which this game does not support.

But honestly this ended up being a nonissue, I figured it out pretty quickly and after an hour or so I had the controls down to pat.

I also love how they handled the concept of a time loop, and the slow descent of Siffrin’s mental downfall. The way he started getting so desperate at the end, clinging to every scrap of hope he could find was heart wrenching.

Act 5 was KILLER, omg, I was so wrecked over it I had to take a break to calm down 😭

It’s not often a piece of media evokes THIS much emotion out of me, holy crud.

To talk about some of the characters,

I LOVE me some found family fluff, and boy oh boy was I fed, they’re so wholesome, they’re all so skrunkly 😭

I loved the little snippets of representation in these characters, with Odile being mixed race and attempting to connect to her roots, and Isabeau’s very trans-coded backstory. And yk, the multitude of gays and lesbians throughout the game XD

Even though that kind of representation doesn’t resonate with me personally, I still like to see it.

But oh man, Mirabelle’s cutscene in Act 3 hit hard. I myself am aroace and religious, and marriage was always something I felt was expected from me.

As I got older and realized that romantic attraction wasn’t really something I feel for people, I tried to convince myself I was attracted to a good friend of mine who had a crush on me, which obviously didn’t work out.

I’ve always had a hard time identifying with womanhood in the way my church has always portrayed it as, so having Mirabelle talk about her faith related struggle with her asexuality and identity was such a comforting representation for me.

Another thing, I can’t tell if it’s intentional or not, but I love how neurodivergent coded they are?

Like, we have Siffrin, kinda touch averse and quiet,

Odile who doesn’t like change and needs her routine alone time to recuperate after every floor,

Mirabelle and Isabeau, the funny noise appreciation squad, the hyper-empathetic duo who would always get over hyped over things together,

And while I can’t think of a specific example for them, Bonnie is always there matching Mirabelle and Isabeau’s energy.

Not to mention the frequent amount of times the latter 3 would repeat each other (echolalia) when saying something fun or happy. (Like the “Pie Smell!” candle).

Do these things on their own make them neurodivergent? No, but the way they’re consistently written like this feels very intentional and I love it.

Anyway, whoof, that was very long, but TLDR: this game was PHENOMENAL, and I will be recommending it to everyone I know

[bambisnc]

nobody knows [ft j.sc]

pairing : sungchan x reader! genre : cavity giving coded fluff cw/tw : use of caps + suggestive mention if u blink u'll miss it :P wc : 0.4k ish

[03.17] Ding!!

bee eff (🦌) : HEY where tf are youuuuuuu it's FREEZING here your hot adn super loving bf is FREEZING alone AT NIGHT for you

you : 3 am is literally not even night,, + if you're hot.. then how are u freezing darling bf ?

bee eff (🦌) : yk what i meant !!! but feel free to elaborate on my being hot 😏😏

you : LMAO ur so cute i'll be right down

quietly making your way out of the house to meet sungchan, your boyfriend. neither of you was yet over the hype that came after having officiated your relationship with the title of dating. after years of pining, the (literal) boy next door and your childhood best friend was finally yours; as much as you were his, of course.

there were a lot of perks of dating your neighbour, to be honest. being able to meet him almost anytime of the day was definitely one of them. there was also, however, the tiny issue of having to ensure that all your rendezvous remained secret.

because, you know, there is the fact that neither of your parents would have been very approving of a partner "at this young an age?! you kids need to be focused on your studies! dating and whatnot will only jeopardize your friendships and make you one of those hermits who stay locked away in their room when a boyfriend or girlfriend breaks up with you!" you're pretty sure the thing about friendships was somewhat targeted..

you really did try to ignore your feelings for the boy. safe to say, that didn't work out well. his earnest confession and admittance of the fact that he was willing to take responsibility to keep you both a secret and completely hidden from all prying eyes was more than enough for you to brush your lips against the corner of his own and say yes.

bee eff (🦌) : HEAVENLY CHORUS MY GF'S COMIGN GUYS !!!!!!!!!!!! <33333 when ur here i'm gonna hug you so hard frfr. not letting you breathe for like 10 mins AT LEAST

you : oh? not going to let me breathe huh~? very 🥵🥵 of you~

bee eff (🦌) : your mind? out of the gutter please i'm trying to be romantic here!! xx but if that's what you want sure <3 i'll do anything, everything you want forever, i promise.

you've had doubts about this sometimes, a lot of worries, but you've never regretted it – and seeing how sungchan greets you with a huge smile and an exclamation of "yn!! you're here pretty!!" followed by a, as promised, huge hug – you don't think you ever will.

notes : not even gonna lie i lowkey cried at the last text,..... oh adn kiss of life nobody knows stays winning ty for ocming to my ted talk + [m.list]