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cathrrrine · 9 months

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Perfect / Love Won’t Die

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x Reader • Law and Order SVU • Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader

Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so I’m digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3

In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasn’t exactly a super long time but it wasn’t short either. After only half a year of dating each other, he’d confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old together…the whole shebang.

Things were going steady with you. He couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships weren’t with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable women…and the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldn’t follow always rang in his mind, even until now.

He’d also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of ‘I told you so’s’ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.

Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldn’t do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupid’s nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.

He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.

You were perfect.

Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite — but he didn’t mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King — or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.

You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. He’s never felt so lucky.

Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, he’d be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didn’t tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.

So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.

There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that…well, you were crying.

He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. No…was it something he said? Something he did? Something…he totally forgot about?

“Nothing- no, everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong.” You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.

The bubble of nerves in Sonny’s chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. “Doll, you’re crying, something’s wrong.”

He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.

He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didn’t break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.

The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny — scent, skin and biceps.

“You’re killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me what’s gotten you all upset like this.” You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. “Come on, doll, what’s up?”

You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. “I swear it’s nothing. I’m so stupid.”

He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, “Was it…me? Did I do something wrong?”

You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.

Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when he’s got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.

How could you have been so careless?! Of course he’d think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man — God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotional…and just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.

“Oh, God, Sonny-“ you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry- it’s not your fault at all,”

The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldn’t even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.

“Then what is it?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, “Did something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?”

With what he dealt with at his job, it wasn’t out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.

That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. “No, no! I’m okay, I’m absolutely fine, Todd — that ass — didn’t do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And it’s not you, it’s not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I don’t even know why I’m getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, it’s just so—“

“Doll.” Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. “What is it?”

You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. “I’m on my period.”

Oh.

Oh!

“I know, I’m not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now I’m a mess.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like this, much less deal with me.”

It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Gosling’s frowning face.

He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.

“It’s not funny.” You pouted.

“I just— I thought—“ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each other’s places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasn’t uncommon to you, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasn’t an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencing…until today.

“It’s okay if you’d prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I won’t be offended in the least, okay? I’ll call you in the morning.” Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be offended — it was ‘your fault’ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.

But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And that’s why you weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.

This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldn’t control.

“That’s crazy talk, doll.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. “I’d never leave you alone like this.”

You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, “Really?”

This was the man your heart belonged to. You don’t know how you didn’t explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.

“Really.”

Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.

“You’re too good for me.”

Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.

“I’m only for you, babe. Don’t need anyone or anything else but you.”

———

Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.

There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face — which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.

“Hey,” he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching — a comedy, nothing that would make the ‘bloody demon hormones possess me’ as you put it — and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. “I’m just wonderin’…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you cry when I gave you the flowers?”

You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, “I opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Wow,” he whistled. “I’m really that handsome, huh?”

You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, “Shut up.” A smirk managed to rip it’s way through your lips. “But mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I don’t know, just weird how my brain works on my period.”

It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.

“So, not so much on the handsome part?”

You snorted, “Eh, I’ll give it a 60/40.”

“It should be in the news or something. ‘Guy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cry’” he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.

“How about, ‘Girl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Her’?”

“Psh, I didn’t cry.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

You laughed, thinking he’d given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.

“You should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.”

He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.

You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. “Excuse me? Ladies? Plural?”

The grin immediately wiped off of his face. “No- I meant lady, as in singular.”

“Mhmm.”

“I mean— no, that’s not what—“

“Sure, Son.” The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.

“You know you’re the only gal for me! I was just joking…hey, baby, come on, look at me…”

———

Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully — not by your doing — Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for ‘keeping such a wonderful woman from us all this time’. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.

Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.

The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant — Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you weren’t at such busy points of your career, you’d literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonny’s would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini You’s instead.

Sonny and you walked home together — he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better — the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. He’d do anything, anytime with you.

“Got you something, by the way.” He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.

“Sonny, you didn’t have to.” You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.

“Well, I wanted to.”

While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned — his height being an advantage to said plan — and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.

It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.

Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.

You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.

Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. “Careful.” Your boyfriend noted.

You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lantern…only to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.

A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, ‘My love for you will never die’ engraved in cursive writing around it.

Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.

“Sonny,” your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. “This is the sweetest fucking gift ever.”

Your use of words didn’t go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. “I remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad ‘bout them dying…it’s cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought you’d like it.”

The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. “I do, I do! It’s just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me. Thank you, baby. I’m- Aw…“

You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.

“It’s true though, my love will never die. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”

“You know I’m shit at keeping plants alive, Son!” You couldn’t help the wavering in your voice, “Oh, but this is just so, so sweet. You’re just too cute for your own good.”

“Well, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.” The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no to that face.”

You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, “Speaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, I’m gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.”

“I’m assuming that would be me?”

“Yup.” You shifted around to look through your purse. “So, I was thinking…”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, “Thinking…?”

You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, ‘Det. Carisi’ engraved on one side and ‘Sonny’ on the other.

He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.

“Move in with me? Officially?”

God, you were so perfect.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

#sonny carisi #law and order svu #peter scanavino #dominick carisi #dominick sonny carisi #detective carisi #law and order svu imagine #sonny carisi x reader #carisi imagine #carisi x you #period fic

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shallyouobeyme · 1 year

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Spicey

Yandere!Bakugo Katsuki x Reader (GN)

Summary: Bakugo is convinced the two of you are meant for each other, born on the same day and friends since then, and he will go to great lengths to make sure you stay near him. It's all worth it though when you do something for him, no matter how small...

! Minors Do No Interact!

TW: Actually just very soft!Yandere Bakugo, Me being a dumbass and switching between using Bakugos first and last name a lot, mention of Bakugo maybe or maybe not threatening some people

Your friendship with Katsuki had been going strong for as long as you could remember, your mothers had met in the hospital after giving birth and the two of you had already been lying in bassinets beside each other. Soon, your mothers were fast friends and play dates between Katsuki and you became a common, mostly weekly occurrence. And so it might have been the nature of the situation or it was always meant to be like that, but as you both grew up, your friendship only grew closer.

Now, one might assume that given the closeness the two of you have had for your entire life, Katsuki must perceive you as a sister, but one would be wrong. Sure, Katsuki saw you as someone he had to protect and who was an unchangeable part of his life, but you weren't his honorary sister, no, he hadn't seen you as anything family-wise since he had been old enough to know what romance was. No, you were going to be his spouse, you already were the love of his life and nothing would change that.

With this goal in mind, he made sure throughout his entire life that you were close by, made sure his presence as a perspective (definite) spouse of yours was drilled into your mind. Your parents wanted to move, unhappy with their landlord? Bakugo was the one who gave your father all the information about a beautiful property near his childhood home with the landlord being very, very kind - and always seeming a little scared when dealing with your family. You were thinking about attending a school specialized in one of your hobbies? Bakugo took you on a campus tour at U.A. (as if he ever needed it) under the guise of being the one who wanted to see more of it and, who would have thought, the support course could make perfect use of your quirk and the teacher is really keen on you attending. Maybe you should attend U.A. with him, don't worry, he'll help you study and he'll make sure you get in.

Even after the attacks on his class - luckily not on you though or he might have lost his mind completely - and the students moving into the dorms, he somehow manages to convince Nezu to move your room near his instead of where it would usually be near your class. Don't worry, he knows you don't know many of his classmates (because he didn't 'want to share you with them), but he's there and he'll make sure you'll feel comfortable. He'll even go to those interior decoration stores and buy you things to make your room more cozy - oh, you want to pay for your own stuff? Don't be silly, he only buys you stuff, because his mom is rich and he wants to spite her by paying with her money.

A lot of your off time is now spent in either your or Bakugo's room, often studying or just hanging out doing your own thing just enjoying each other's presence. But sometimes when you asked really sweetly, maybe gave him a little kiss on the cheek, and he knew no one would surprise the two of you, he'd do things you wanted to do specifically - be it Spa Days, book clubs, trying out specific baking recipes, or even something as simple as watching a chick-flick (something Katsuki will never, ever admit he secretly enjoys doing with you).

It was safe to say that a lot of things the two of you did were catered to your interests and hobbies, because - as stated before - Katsuki wanted you to know how perfect of a husband he'd be for you. But he didn't mind, everything done for you was something he did gladly and something he'd do again without a second thought. Still, whenever you did something specifically for him or whenever you went out of your way without a cause to make him happy, he was over the moon. The feeling he got when that happened - which to be fair wasn't rare, but he still relished it every time - was something better than any win in a fight, any villain he ever did or ever will beat, and better than any feeling of superiority he got over his classmates when he did something that proved him being better than them.

One such occurrence happened on a weekend spent at his house while both of your parents were on a trip out of the city, which gave Katsuki the perfect excuse to play house in his mind with you, in his head he liked to pretend that you and him were married and spent a relaxing day in your spousal home. He had been spending the last few hours at the gym in his basement training - he didn't want to get out of shape and make you think that he'd let you go once you'll be married - and when he came upstairs he smelled something delicious, quite honestly it felt a little bit like he was a husband working all day, coming home after a busy day to his loving spouse who was already preparing dinner for the two of you.

"You're cooking?" Katsuki asked as he walked into the kitchen, savouring the view of you looking so very cute and precious nodding your head to some imaginary tune as you stirred something in a pot.

"Yes!" you answered excitedly as you smiled back at him, "I know you usually like to make dinner, but I saw this new recipe online and I really wanted to try it and it turns out you had all the ingredients for it. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all," Katsuki gave you one of his rare smiles behind your back, just wishing he could come up to you - hug you from behind and give you a kiss, "I'll just quickly take a shower and then we eat, okay?"

A mere five minutes later, because Katsuki was too excited to take his time and rushed to the shower as quick as he humanly could, the two of you were sitting at the dinner table (gosh, Katsuki's mind would replay this day in his mind for months) and you served him a bowl of a Ramen-variation. Katsuki was prepared to act like this was the best-tasting meal in the whole world, just to see you smile at him, but what he was not prepared for was that after his first bite, his mouth exploded with flavour. Any normal person would have started crying at this point from the spicey goddess that just happened in his mouth, but Katsuki was more than used to this so he enjoyed it immensely. It was probably one of the best spicey Ramens he had ever tried - a main factor in this probably being that you made it.

You looked at him with a worried gaze as you were biting on your lip, waiting for his reaction: "It's too mild is it? I knew I should have added more spices," you sighed, looking disappointed in yourself, so Katsukio quickly stopped those doubts.

"It's perfect, really, this is just right. I was just surprised that you made it this Spicey, I mean, I know that you are a bit more sensitive with your puny, little tastebuds," Katsuki teased you a little bit and you blushed as you smiled a bit cheekily.

"I actually made a bowl without most spices just for me, but I wanted to do something nice for you for once - you're always doing so much for me and I wanted to."

Love pulsed in Katsuki's heart. This was the exact moments he was living for. This had to mean you loved him back, why else would you do something so amazing for him? Katsuki never had any doubts that the two of you were meant for each other - after all, you were even born on the same day, brought into this world together to live in this world together - but now he was even more sure than ever and maybe he would actually tell you what he was feeling soon. Maybe...

N/A: Thank you all for reading today's entry in my Yandere Writetober, I hope you enjoyed this and if you did, that you might feel inclined to reblog or comment. Tell me what you think, tell me what the weather is like, I don't mind either.

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stnkiconverse · 2 months

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any in a relationship toby head canons for the crowd? :))

Ticci Toby relationship headcanons!! (Reminder: I stick VERY closely to my HCs and WILL apply it to all my work unless you refuse it in your request!!)

Initial Stages

- Toby would be extremely hesitant and nervous about starting a relationship due to his traumatic past and disorders. He’d worry about his ability to be a good partner and fear being a burden.

- Despite his anxiety, he’d be drawn to your kind and patient nature. Your acceptance and understanding of his quirks and tics would make him feel safe and valued.

- The relationship would start slowly, with Toby taking small steps to show his affection. Simple gestures like holding hands, giving you small gifts, or leaving you doodles in your notebook would be his way of expressing his feelings.

Affection and Support

- Toby would be very protective of you, always ensuring you’re safe and happy. His soft spot for animals would extend to you, and he’d often compare you to his favorite stray cats, finding comfort in your presence.

- He’d enjoy spending quiet, peaceful moments with you, especially during stormy weather, which he loves. The sound of rain would soothe his tics, and he’d love to cuddle with you, listening to the thunder and rain together.

- DEFINITION OF AWKWARD, but he starts warming up to you, soon enough, your presence would become his safe haven.

Daily Life

- Puzzles would become a shared activity between you two. He’d find it calming and would appreciate your company while solving them. It would become a bonding activity, helping him focus and relax.

- Leaving Toby to cook alone is a disaster waiting to happen, good thing you guys love cooking together huh?

- Drawing would be another way he expresses his affection. He’d often sketch little portraits of you or scenes from your time together, leaving them for you to find in your notebook or around the house.

Challenges and Growth

- Toby’s insomnia and PTSD would be major challenges, but your understanding and support would help him cope. You’d develop routines to help him relax and get some rest, like reading to him, playing soothing music, or just holding him close.

- Crowds would be overwhelming for Toby, so you’d find alternative ways to spend time together without triggering his anxiety. Quiet walks in the woods, late-night stargazing, or simply watching movies at home would become your favorite activities.

- Despite his initial reservations, Toby would eventually open up about his past and struggles. Your patience and love would help him feel secure enough to share his deepest fears and emotions.

Future Together

- Toby would want to learn how to skateboard, and you’d support him, even if it means a few falls and bruises along the way. It would be another way for him to channel his energy and focus.

- You’d often find yourselves raiding the kitchen together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company in the quiet hours of the night.

- Toby’s room, would become a sanctuary for both of you. It would be filled with his sketches, puzzles, and little mementos of your relationship, creating a space where you both feel at home.

- In a relationship, Toby would be deeply affectionate and protective, finding solace and joy in the little moments you share. Your understanding and support would help him navigate his challenges, and together, you’d create a bond that’s strong and enduring.

#ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #jeff the killer #creepypasta #slenderman #ben drowned #slender mansion #fandom #nina the killer #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #jramblesaboutsoap

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drunk-on-dk · 2 years

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Girls Talk Boys | Yoon Jeonghan (m)

✦pairing: roommate!Jeonghan x afab reader

✦genre: fluff, some smut (minor DNI)

✦warnings: smut (minors DNI), unprotected sex (pls use protection pls), fingering, handjob, TEASING, use of the nickname angel, maybe a bit of rough sex, some spanking, kind of pwp with most of the plot leading into the spicy scenes.

✦wc: ~4.6k

✦summary: Jeonghan overhears what you talk about with your friends, and your constant teasing of each other becomes all too much to handle.

✦ AN: Hi all, back with another fic that I've been working on! Still probably deserves some more proofreading as usual, but I hope you all enjoy it! Girls Talk Boys by 5SOS was on repeat for this one.

Living with Yoon Jeonghan was surprisingly comfortable, you coexisted well enough due to both of you being relatively laid back. Your mutual friend, Joshua, had introduced you two about six months ago, hearing that you both were on the hunt for a roommate, and he claimed neither of you would be able to find a better roommate than each other. Joshua was correct in that assumption, as living with Jeonghan proved to be simple, relaxed, and easy enough since you were both homebodies. Still, there was some excitement in the apartment. Even though you both were soft-hearted, there was a mischievous atmosphere in your household, which kept things exciting throughout most weekdays.

Most nights in your apartment either consisted of you two enjoying each other’s presence in silence, working on your own little projects and hobbies, or spending the night sipping on cheap red-wine, playing card games, and laughing obnoxiously whenever you would somehow out-cheat the cheater himself. Some nights you’d even assist Jeonghan with his latest and absolutely, ridiculously complex Lego set. You’d refrain from complaining, not understanding how he can find joy in such a tedious project, but you knew it made him happy, so you’d help anyways when he’d ask you to organize the pieces for him.

These nights were how you got to know Jeonghan the best, observing his little quirks, getting to know what made him tick, and coming to understand he really did care too much sometimes for his own good. You would find yourself shocked at the way you’d watch Jeonghan smash the fridge door shut in anger, pitching a fit over the ice machine that has broken down for the 3rd time this week, only to then walk over to you with a smile on his face to ask what you’d like to drink. Staring back at him with bug-eyes, you’d simply mutter out that you’d like some water in response, and he’d come skipping back with a full glass for you, plopping right back down to resume working on his Lego set.

Some nights, mostly on occasions that you and Jeonghan had a long day at work, you’d spend the time together watching a movie with his head rested in your lap. You’d find yourself running your hands through his locks, ever so often flickering your attention down to him and admiring his natural beauty. Sometimes your mind would go haywire, intrusive thoughts taking over and thinking up what-if scenarios. What-if you were to lean down ever so slightly and plant a kiss on his soft lips? What-if you were to suddenly confess all the dirty thoughts that run through your mind when his t-shirt rises a bit too high when he stretches? What-if you were to confess you could see him being someone you’d like to introduce as more than a roommate to your parents? You’d have to shake yourself out of the thousands of thoughts running through your head, returning your focus on the movie playing on the screen ahead of you.

Little did you know, Jeonghan would find himself staring up at you as well with endearing, wandering eyes. He couldn’t believe Joshua had set him up with a roommate like you. You seemed so untouchable to him, better than he’d ever be, and he was thankful you had come into his life. Of course, he’d also curse Joshua for not giving him a heads-up on your appearance, shocked by your beauty the day he first met you. Still to this day he finds himself blushing when you exit the shared bathroom, bathrobe wrapped around your frame as you scurry back to your room.

Jeonghan would also find himself shuddering as your fingers would rake through his hair during movie night. Sometimes if you’d drop your hand a little bit too low towards his neck and shoulders, he’d find himself shifting from your touch, suppressing the thoughts that raced through his mind. Only if your hands would continue moving a bit lower, what would that entail?

He'd end up teasing you for it of course, as it was the only way he could escape his restless mind. “Ya! Watch your hands, your cold little fingers are slipping into my collar,” he’d scold you, playfully whacking your hand away.

However, you didn’t always pick up on his teasing. A red hue immediately colored your face as you ripped your hand away from Jeonghan’s hot skin. “I’m sorry, Hannie, got a little too into the movie, I guess,” you’d chuckle out, but really your hand did begin to wander subconsciously, tracing his soft skin, which was embarrassing even though only you knew.

Your innocent demeanor drove him crazy sometimes, especially the way your lips would pout when you’d use his nickname. This often led to him pleasuring himself late at night after the movie, the image of you in your little sleepshirt sauntering back to your room burnt into his mind. He just wished he could march over to your room, rip that shirt right off you, and teach you a lesson for teasing him all night long, even if it wasn’t intentional. That fantasy was enough to push him over the edge most nights, but it was proving to get harder and harder, craving the real thing instead.

On the contrary, Jeonghan knew you weren’t so innocent, knowing you were confident and quite the flirt. Sometimes, you had different escapades return with you from your occasional nights out with your friends. He wasn’t shocked when he’d find your black mini dress the night from before discarded in the middle of the hallway. A blush shading your cheeks the next morning as you’d toss the garment into your room before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. He’d tease you incessantly for the next couple of days, rightfully earning a harmless slap to the arm each time he brought it up.

One night specifically, Jeonghan found himself eavesdropping as you were on a group call with your friends in your bedroom. Absolutely, positively on accident, as Jeonghan would like to claim, he’d never intrude and purposely eavesdrop on your conversations. He’d argue that the thin walls did not do a great job at filtering out sound, and, clearly, he couldn’t help but overhear when you had the sound turned up so loud. Of course, his interest was piqued when he heard his name come from one of the voices on your phone.

“Hey, Y/N, could you set me up with that roommate of yours, Jeonghan is it?” He heard a high-pitched voice ask, a chorus of laughter coming from the line.

He could hear another voice pipe in, “me too? Unless you’re interested yourself, Y/N, huh?” The laughter turned into ooo’s and ahh’s, and he could hear you struggling to quiet them down, trying to get a word in yourself.

Jeonghan ended up with an ear pressed against the wall, his futile attempt to convince himself not to listen in on your conversation failing. He wanted to hear what you had to say, but you spoke so quietly in comparison to the sound blaring from your phone that he couldn’t make out what you said initially.

However, Jeonghan felt like he hit the lottery upon hearing what seemed like another confession. He could barely make out the last sentence you muttered before the noise on the other end picked up again.

“Jeonghan’s a little shit, but I’d fold if he’d ever ask me to.”

He could hear you giggling, the sweet tune blending in with your friends’ laughter as they seemed to encourage your confession. Jeonghan could just imagine the blush that adorned your cheeks, probably trying to hide your embarrassment from your friends. He had to hold himself back from slamming his hand against the wall, the sudden desire to make your wish come true consuming him. Your words went straight to his cock, and he tried his best to not let that simple sentence lead him over to your room and fuck you silly.

Luckily for you, it seemed like your friends no longer had time to pry, as the group call came to an end due to Ubers starting to arrive. Suddenly, your room seemed all too silent, the only thing he could make out was the clicking of your heels on the wooden floor. The sound became louder and louder, only realizing you had walked over to his room when he heard a knock at his bedroom door.

Scrambling from his spot against the wall, he runs over to his door, “coming!” He must have swung the door open with an unusual amount of force, heavily breathing due to sprinting across the room. You stood there looking like a deer in headlights even though you were the one who just knocked.

You stood there, the juxtaposition of sexiness and innocence that suited you so well, your doe-like eyes contrasting the little black dress and stilettos. You noticed the way Jeonghan’s eyes raked up and down your body, a shaky hand running through his hair as he caught his breath. It made you nervous, not used to Jeonghan’s eying you so closely, a darkness in them that you weren’t necessarily familiar with, and it made your heart race in your chest.

“You doing okay, Hannie?” You’d question, concerned by the way his chest rises and falls, unsure what is actually up with him.

“Just peachy,” he’d smile, hand gripping the door frame as he leaned closer towards you. He notices the way you slightly lean back, your cheeks turning a pinkish color as his face got closer to yours. He could smell the warm vanilla scent of your perfume, the one that oddly comforted him every time you walked past him. However, this time it only drove him more feral, cursing you for being such a tease all the time without even knowing it. “Heard you’re going out with the girls, where are you headed tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting them out at Bar Ledo tonight, but I haven’t had anything to drink yet,” you start off, your blush fading away as a small smirk appears on your face when you ask Jeonghan your next question. “I thought that maybe you’d want to have a glass of wine together before I leave? Maybe let me kick your ass at a game of Uno? That is if you don’t have any plans.”

Jeonghan indeed didn’t have any plan. His only plans with the boys falling through tonight due to Seungcheol’s unfortunate case of food poisoning and Joshua somehow scoring a date with a person he met at a café earlier today. The night seemed kind of hopeless for Jeonghan until now.

“You’re on, don’t forget who the reigning champion of Uno this past week is,” Jeonghan brushes past you, mischievous smile on his face as he heads to the kitchen to pop the cork on one of your favorite wines. He chuckles quietly to himself when he hears a little celebratory whoop from you as you scurry to go grab the Uno cards. You’re quick to return, the Uno set being easily accessible as it’s a game night favorite of yours.

Trying your best to help Jeonghan out, you reach for the wine glasses up at the top of the cabinet. Unfortunately, you still aren’t tall enough to reach them even with your heels, a small grunt escaping your lips as strain to reach the glasses.

Tsking from behind you, Jeonghan approaches you with one hand placed on the small of your back, the other reaching up to grab the wine glasses for you. He couldn’t stop his wandering hands, not at the way your dress rode up as you stretched upwards. The heat that radiates from his body is enough to send warmth headed straight towards your lower stomach. “Still too short I see, what would you ever do without me?”

His hot breath on your neck is enough to make you turn to face him, hoping he’d step away, but he doesn’t at all. It makes your body temperature rise at an alarming rate. Rather, he keeps his body pressed against yours, tapping your nose with his pointer finger. You have to shove him away, grabbing one glass out of his hand and making your way to the opened bottle of wine.

You’re rambling, hoping to suppress the fire burning inside of you, “I’d actually be just fine, contrary to popular opinion, thank you very much. In fact, the only thing stopping me is that I’m still financially recovering from university, but, you know, sooner or later that all will be resolved. Otherwise, I’m perfectly capable.” Your shaky hands give you away though, pouring your glass of wine unsteadily before he holds his out, an unspoken request to pour him a glass. You pray he doesn’t realize the way you tremble, but the wine bottle almost slips out of your hand, thankfully, Jeonghan is quick-thinking to catch it.

He sends you a puzzled look, a melodious chuckle escaping his lips, one that mocks you and teases you in an unbearable way, “you sure about that?”

“Very,” you huff, deciding to sit down on the barstool opposite of where he stands at the kitchen island. You need distance, and you need a distraction ASAP. “Now, let’s play some Uno.”

You two play Uno, and as per usual, Jeonghan somehow wins multiple rounds. It’s absolutely infuriating at this point. You find yourself leaning over the counter, accusatory finger pointed at him, feeling a little fired up from the glass of wine and the constant teasing after each loss. “Admit it, you’re cheating! I don’t know how you can even cheat at Uno, but I know you are.”

He's chuckling, hands up at both sides of his head as if to plead his innocence. He couldn’t believe you were so fired up, usually after you’d lose a couple of games you’d give up with a huff and ask to play a different game. He found it unreasonably sexy, the way you were bent over the counter yelling at him, and he could ever so slightly peek down at your cleavage.

He refrained, staying silent as you continued to bark accusatory statements at him. Shocked when you hopped down from your barstool and travelled over to his side again. You were basically pressed against him, tiny hands grabbing at his pockets, “I know you have wild cards and draw four cards stashed in those pockets, Jeonghan.”

You’ve worked him up beyond belief at his point, the way your hands grab at him drove him to his breaking point. Gasping when Jeonghan grabs your wrists, he spins you around to press you flat against the counter. He has a strong grip on your wrists, holding them against your back as he leans over to whisper into your ear, “you better watch your hands, Y/N. I can only take so much teasing myself.”

His hot breath sends shivers down your spine once again, involuntarily making you push your ass back into him. This didn’t help your case at all, a harsh slap coming down onto your ass cheek as he lets out a growl. “What did I say about only taking so much teasing?”

You feel wetness begin to pool in your panties as he brings another harsh slap down to the same spot. You’re a whining mess already, begging Jeonghan to do something, anything. The only thing that snaps you back into reality is the vibration of your phone on the counter. Your group message was blowing up; notifications that the girls were arriving to the bar, finally meeting up, and wondering where you were currently.

You’d attempt to reach for your phone if Jeonghan still didn’t have your arms tightly held against your back. Honestly though, you couldn’t care less about being late to your plans right now, not when you could feel Jeonghan’s erection pressing into your ass, hot hand palming your burning cheek.

You can sense the smirk on his face when he asks, “what do you talk about with your girls? Do you talk about me?”

You’re not sure how to respond, stuttering out a response as his hand slowly travels from your ass, down to the back of your thigh, and finally snaking in between your legs. “S-Sometimes.”

“What do you say about me?” His fingers delicately trace up between your legs, landing so close to where you desire him the most. He’s teasing you by rubbing small, firm circles into your inner thigh, the motion enough to work you up that you’re squirming against the counter. You want to break free and reach behind you to pull him closer, craving to feel him pressed harder against you. He doesn’t let you move though. “Do you tell them that I’m a sweetheart, or do you tell them dirty things you’d like to do to me?”

“Fuck,” you’re gasping, trying to catch your breath as much as possible, the countertop no longer feeling cool against your skin. “I told them that I’d fold for you, Jeonghan, that I’d like to be bent over just like this.”

“I know, angel,” he coos, and you feel his fingers finally trace your folds, sure that your panties have soaked through by now. “I’ve heard it earlier.”

You feel embarrassed, unsure what he means by that. You assume it can only mean one thing, “Did you overhear what I said earlier, Jeonghan?” You yelp when you feel your panties get pushed to the side, a long finger dipping deep into your cunt. “Jesus, Jeonghan, were you listening in on my conversation?”

Jeonghan adds another finger, deeming that you are more than wet enough to take it, and you moan out in confirmation. “So what if I overheard you? We wouldn’t be where we are right now if I didn’t, right?” His fingers are moving in and out of you at a teasing pace now, slightly curling and beckoning louder moans from you. You’re nodding pathetically, deciding to table this conversation for later.

He finally lets go of the wrists pinned behind your back, but scolds you immediately for reaching towards him, “keep your hands above your head like a good little angel, or else I won’t let you cum. You’re so grabby all the time, such a tease.”

His free hand pushes your dress up to your waist, finally allowing Jeonghan to get a better view of the red marks he left on your ass. Groaning at the sight, Jeonghan palms the plump mound with his hand, his fingers now moving in and out of you at a brutal pace.

You’re soon begging for your release, “p-please, Jeonghan, I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want.” He’s pulling you up now, arm wrapping around the front of your waist to pull you tight against his chest. His fingers don’t stop working inside of you, you’re shaking as you feel your orgasm approaching, and Jeonghan can feel the way you clamp around his fingers. Deciding you don’t deserve it yet, he yanks his fingers out of your heat, and spins you around to face him finally.

Crying out in annoyance, he hushes you swiftly, “don’t you dare whine, angel. Be a good girl and you’ll eventually get what you deserve.” He’s quick to pull your dress off you finally, your chest spilling out due the lack of a bra underneath. The sight almost pisses him off, unbelieving that you’ve been sat here the whole time without a bra on. “Such a fucking tease, Y/N,” and with that his lips are diving into yours; your first kiss being driven by messy passion and pent-up tension.

Your hands are wandering all over his body, starting at the soft tresses of his hair and running down his sides to where the waistband of his sweatpants is. Your hands slip past the band, and you’re greeted immediately with his hard cock, precum leaking from the tip. Smirking against his lips, “You say I’m the tease, meanwhile here you are with no boxers on.”

Jeonghan’s kisses become rougher, lips trailing down your jaw to your neckline, and nibbling into the sensitive skin. His hands are now working at your pert nipples, expertly rolling them in between his fingers as you begin to stroke at his length. “Well at least you’re finally using your hands for something good,” he’s whispering as he begins to suck at a nipple, hands now grabbing at your hips as they buck towards him, the feeling of his heavy cock in your hands and his mouth on your nipple becoming all too much for you.

He's finally had enough, realizing he won’t last long when you pull your hand from his pants to spit in your palm, your now lubricated hand jerking him off expertly. With that, he’s grabbing you by the hips to pick you up, legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carries you to his bedroom.

Jeonghan wastes no time, dropping you down to the bed, and pulling his t-shirt and sweatpants off as you scramble to regain your composure. You take the time to admire Jeonghan, he’s a work of art, and you can’t believe you’ve been blessed with such a roommate. Jeonghan can say the same about you, admiring the way you’re laid out in his bed, his own little angel sent to him by Joshua.

The only thing stopping him from fucking you at this point are the soaked, lace panties that he couldn’t bother to take off earlier. “Take them off for me, Y/N,” he’s commanding, watching as you stare up at him with lustful eyes, a daring spark in them.

You take your sweet time, parting your legs for him to watch as flick your heels off and painfully, slowly pull your underwear down, letting the thin fabric fall at your ankles. You hold the panties up from one ankle, letting them dangle at his eye level as you rise to your elbows, knowing you’re doing exactly what would irk him the most: teasing him.

He knows damn well what you’re trying to do, finding your attempt to tease him humorous as he snatches the fabric from your ankle. He’s quick to move over top of you, once again grabbing your wrists. However, this time he’s using the thin, elastic fabric to tie them together above your head. You aren’t sure how, but he successfully accomplishes binding your wrists together.

“That wasn’t so smart of you now, was it, angel?” He’s cooing at you, a hand brushing over your hair before grabbing his cock, hot and heavy, the angry, red tip begging to be shoved into you. “Like I said, only good girls get what they deserve.”

“S-sorry, Jeonghan,” you’re moaning out as he begins to guide his tip between your folds. “Please, if you just fuck me, I’ll stop with the teasing and be a good girl.”

“Oh really?” He’s looking at you quizzically, testing the waters as he begins to press into you with a bit more force, your own hips trying to chase his to offer you some relief.

You’re starting to lose it, nonsensically muttering out pleas as he continues to tease at your folds, making you jerk every time he brushes your clit. Finally, Jeonghan can no longer handle his teasing himself, and without a second guess, he pushes his cock into your warm walls. You’re so tight and warm that he thinks he might explode without warning, a loud groan leaving from the depths of his chest as you welcome him in so easily.

“Fuck, angel, you feel so good,” he’s praising you for once, shallowly beginning to fuck in and out of you, making sure you’re feeling the same degree of pleasure as him before he starts to move too much. “Taking me in so well, would have never thought you were such a tease like this.”

“Ha-Hannie, I’ve been good, haven’t I?” You’re asking, motioning to the hands tied up above your head. “Please untie me, want to touch you.”

He obliges, agreeing that you’ve been good enough when he feels your walls clamp against his length without provoking you to. You’re quick to grab his face with your hands, pulling him into a desperate kiss, feeling his cock throbbing inside of you as you clamp harder around him. You need some movement, losing all sensibility from the way he thrusts shallowly inside you still.

“Such a good girl,” he’s breathing out between kisses, “feeling you tighten so needily around me, maybe the tease deserves a reward.”

“Fuck me harder, Jeonghan,” you’re begging, hands wrapped in his hair as he begins to pick up pace. “Fuck me hard and deep, please.”

Your moans turn into screams as his lengths pulls out of you, the emptiness feeling disappointing, only for him to begin snapping his hips into you at an increased pace. You feel the curve of his cock hit your g-spot, something past lovers haven’t been able to accomplish. The bed shakes from the strength that he’s fucking you, feeling the way your body moves up the mattress towards the headboard. He’s rough in how he thrusts into you, but still gentle, like himself, as he holds your face in one hand, lips coming down to kiss you, swallowing all your screams like he knows they belong to him.

“My little tease, my little angel,” he’s muttering out between his own wonton noises, shocked at the way your little pussy sucks him back in every time. He can’t escape the pleasure that is you, his movements are becoming sloppier with each thrust, and he knows he has to make sure you finish first. He’s running a hand down to your clit, feeling the swollen bud throb against his thumb as he works you closer to your orgasm.

The feeling is heavenly, the way he moves so deeply inside of you, and with the added pressure to your clit, you’re seeing the bright white light of your release. You’re not sure how loud you are when the rubber band inside of you finally snaps, your orgasm relinquishing you as you finally reach your high for the night. Jeonghan is continuing to fuck you through it, and you can feel him throbbing inside of you as you clench impossibly tighter around him.

“Such a good girl, cumming around my cock like that,” Jeonghan is close to reaching his own high, hips stuttering as you beg for him to release inside of you, your walls milking him for all he’s worth. He’s pulling you in for one last kiss, loving the way your lips feel against his, all swollen and pouty from tonight. He’s tempted to overstimulate both of you, but he knows he’d be pushing his boundaries if he did.

Reluctantly, he pulls out of you, watching his cum drip from between you folds. Pride wells within his chest, proud of you for taking his cock so well without a fight. Proud to stake a claim over his angel. He’s quick to take care of you, cleaning you up and throwing a comfy, oversized white tee over you.

Jeonghan is climbing into bed next to you, your grabby hands as always pulling him into you, and wrapping you into his arms. He already knows the first thing he’s going to ask you after everything that has occurred tonight.

“So, what are you going to say to the girls about me now? Did I successfully make you fall in love with me yet?”

#svthub #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #roommate!jeonghan

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ohworm-writes · 7 months

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「✰」 ━━ ARRANGEMENTS

PAIRING Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

RATING PG-13 - Parents strongly cautioned [ Content warnings: light cursing, brief references to sex, situationship, heavy fluff ]

SYNOPSIS My submission for @bunnyreaper's Valentine's Day event for @ivymarquis. So sorry for it being late, but I really hope that you end up enjoying it. Here's to hoping that your day is spent with the love and adoration that you deserve, Ivy.

WORD COUNT 1.1k

Simon Riley is, contrary to popular belief, not a difficult man to love. Maybe love is too strong and too heavy of a word to use only a few months into whatever situationship that's been established between the two of you, but it rings true nonetheless.

He's gone away for weeks and months a time, outwardly shows himself as a cold and calloused man, keeps his emotions under lock and key (and concrete walls, chained up, locked in a box on the ocean of the floor).

But, at the same time, that makes him all the easier to love.

Learning the little quirks about him, the things he enjoys outside of his work, the little excerpts he has from his past that make him human, the hobbies he takes part in, the simple and extravagant things that enjoys.

The way his eyes squint when he smiles genuinely, the way he cocks his head and keeps his eyes solely on you when you talk, the way he whispers curses under his breath each and every time he touches you, feels you, tastes you.

All of it. They're all simple qualities and characteristics that make him him, and they're what you love.

Although, as easy as he is to love for you, he falls short in actually expressing his own adoration. It's not to say that he doesn't at all or that he refuses to or anything of the like, but rather he isn't exactly sure what actions to do that would land him in your favor.

The two of you haven't put any label on what you are yet. Friends with benefits? Consistent hookup partners? Neither of you have ever called one other lovers, partners, boyfriend, girlfriend, or anything of the like, so saying you love him and the he loves you seems to be a stretch.

Is it, though?

You know you love him in evert facet, and he knows he feels the same about you, but bringing up those words of "what are we" get lost on both of your tongues, caught in the back of your throats with a sudden gasp, hesitation, and a shake of the head.

But with a day dedicated to love, even if he's never said he loves you (yet), Simon Riley, a man who knows comfort in the grip of gun more intimately than another human, decides his time would be best spent... here.

Within the walls of your kitchen in the early hours of the morning, fingers slotted into the holes of scissors as he makes diagonal cuts against the stems of flowers, eyebrows furrowed as he silently glares at the offending plants, frustrating himself with organizing them into a way that appeases him.

You've never told him what flowers you like, so he had to take his own guess when it came to choosing. White hydrangeas, white carnations, pinkish-red miniature roses, foliage to accent. To him, the assortment looked... nice.

He can only hope you'll share the same sentiment.

He's never been a romantic, per se. Hopeless at times, maybe, but never to the point where he himself or his actions made that word ring true in the phrase "hopeless romantic". Though, maybe that changes with your spot in his life seeming so conrete.

The waste from the flowers fall onto the counter with gentle thuds, the green snippets covering the surface along with leaves and flowers he deemed not suitable enough for the arrangement he's creating.

There's certainly a method to his madness.

Once he's completed cutting off the ends, ensuring all of the different plants are to the same height, he puts his focus on actually sorting and arranging all of the flowers and foliage together in a way that's appeasing to the eye.

He... certainly tries.

The finished product is a bit messier than he knows, with the different plants stuffed into the vase with no real rhyme or reasoning, but it's more the thought of his actions that matter rather than the actual factor of visual appeal.

(It still matters, yes, but let's not bruise the poor man's ego when he's working so hard to appease you.)

As he lumbers around the kitchen, mumbling soft words under his breath, dressed in a pair of loose plaid sleep pants and a gray tee, barefoot, feet padding against the hardwood, your own footsteps reach his ears, so much softer than his.

"Si?"

Your tired voice calls out to him, his name laced within a yawn, the sight of you, hair messed and tousled, hands gently rubbing at your eyes, gracing his vision. His eyes soften, that scowl and glare he had on moments ago lost within a moment at the sight of you.

"Mornin'."

He greets gruffly, leaning back against the countertop, fingers gently drumming against his shoulder as he crosses his arms tightly, anxiously waiting your reaction. And as you drop your hands, eyes landing on his face before quickly shifting to the bouquet, your heart stops.

Your lips part, jaw slackened slightly, breath catching in your throat.

"Is this...?"

"For you."

He finishes before you can even ask, giving a curt nod.

And oh, the wide, giddy, childish smile that spreads out across your lips is all he ever hoped for in response. Sleepy eyes crinkled in delight, bottom lip between your teeth as your grin so shamelessly, approaching the assortment tentatively, as if your footsteps alone would disrupt their chaotic beauty.

"You didn't have to."

The words pass through your lips, bordering on shyness, as if you can't even believe he'd go through the effort of doing something so simple for you.

"I didn't, but I did."

He muses, voice lightly laced with humor. You roll your eyes softly, but don't move to say anything more on the matter for the moment, eyes getting lost in the petals and leaves as you truly appreciate what he's taken the time to craft for you.

There's a long moment of comfortable silence that stretches between the two of you, disrupted only by the sound of the world beginning to wake up beyond the window of your kitchen, lights beginning to flicker on.

"It might help if you added water to the vase, though."

You hum, giggles passing your lips and floating into the air as you hear him mumble out a whispered 'fuck' under his breath, grumbling to himself as he takes the vase over to the sink.

He loves the banter, as do you.

He loves you, and you feel the same.

The words need to be said aloud, for a confirmation of feelings to be made and for this stupid situationship you have going on to turn into something concrete. You both want it. But, for now, even on a day dedicated to the word, it doesn't need to be said aloud for the feeling to be felt.

#call of duty x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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marlynnofmany · 1 year

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Human Magic

You would think that a life gallivanting through space would be an endless string of exciting locations, and mostly you would be right. But sometimes my job on the courier ship is just a job, and occasionally that job sucks.

Like most jobs, it sucks when the people do. Today would have been unpleasant enough because of the location: a jungle area thick with plants, fog, and heat. I dislike sweating. I got to do a lot of it today. I also got my hair caught on umpteen different twigs and branches, completely messing up the braid. But all of that could have been fine if the clients were nice.

Nope! Snooty little buttheads of the same species as the captain, completely uninterested in acknowledging the rest of us, and ready to argue about the price of the delivery.

I stood there beside all the crates we’d just unloaded, wanting to take a nap on the hoversled but knowing that it would probably just make Captain Sunlight look bad. So I just sweated and waited, next to the Frillian twins and Mur, all of whom seemed to enjoy the sauna temperatures. The lizardy Heatseekers did too. Lucky me, the only one not either coldblooded or from a semi-aquatic background. They could have gotten someone else to help with this delivery, but the rest of the crew was busy loading up our next shipment. And I hadn’t realized how distasteful this would be.

“The items clearly smell rank,” argued the lead client. “Especially that crate; I can barely stand to be near it.”

“Once again,” said Captain Sunlight with more patience than these people deserved, “They smelled like that when we accepted them, as I have noted right here, and we traveled with exceptional speed.”

“I just can’t justify paying the full price for a spoiled product.”

“You are paying for the delivery, not the product.”

The argument went in circles while I sighed and undid my braid. Might as well fix that while I waited; there wasn’t anything else to do. When one of the underlings gave me a glare, I rolled my eyes and stepped behind the Frillians. Blip squared her shoulders and blocked me from sight.

How dare I catch their attention with my unsightly mammal fur? I thought, finger-combing the leaves out. No appreciation for — hm. I’d found a loose hair and also an idea.

I tucked the strand into my mouth while I redid the braid, then tied one end of that stray hair to the pen from my pocket, and the other end to my finger.

This was a trick that had gone over well in elementary school. With the fog and the way hair was exotic here, I was curious to see how it did.

“Captain,” I said politely, stepping forward. “Perhaps they would like to pay the full price if we throw in the secret of how I can move small things with my mind?”

Captain Sunlight quirked a browridge but played along. “Valuable information,” she said. “What do you say?”

The clients whispered to each other and argued for a moment, then demanded a demonstration. I happily obliged.

With the fog blocking out any traitorous rays of light that could give the game away, I held the pen out on my left palm, making dramatic flourishes above it with my right. I affected a look of deep concentration. Wiggling the fingers of both hands, I lifted my right, and lo! The pen rose into the air!

They bought it. Such goggle-eyed expressions; I had to work not to snort in laughter. Instead I stood up straight and caught the pen with my left hand, bowing while the clients all talked at once.

Captain Sunlight may or may not have known how I’d done that, but she was no fool. She took their payment as quickly as they offered it, then managed to usher everyone else back toward the ship without making it look like they were preparing to run.

“Go ahead,” she said to me. “Share your secret.”

“It’s quite simple,” I told them, snapping the hair from my finger. “All you need is a single strand of human hair.” I tossed them the pen and stepped behind a bush while they caught it in surprise.

Now, they could have chosen to laugh and offer to buy some of my hair. They could have pulled the same trick on their friends, and maybe won some bar bets or whatever. They didn’t. I’d made the right call by ducking out of sight.

They were yelling some extremely rude things when Captain Sunlight sped past and leapt onto the hoversled. “Back to the ship!” she said. Blop pushed the sled through the undergrowth at a run, with Blip jumping forward to clear a path and Mur scrambling up beside the captain. I wasn’t small enough to get away with that, so I followed behind Blop and kept an eye out for pursuit.

Luckily for us, they decided to stay there and be grumpy instead chasing after us. They’d gotten what they paid for, after all. Even if I’d used slightly more than my mind to move the pen.

“That was a great trick!” Mur shouted from the sled. “I didn’t realize your head-tentacle was useful.”

“So useful,” I called back, ducking a branch. “Sometimes that even works on other humans, though they usually figure it out pretty fast.”

“I appreciate the quick thinking,” said Captain Sunlight. “I’ll keep it in mind for future negotiations.”

“As long as they aren’t the type to end in violence,” I said. “I was pretty sure these guys wouldn’t fight us about it, but I couldn’t be sure.”

“Oh, these were former crewmates of someone I know!” the captain said. “They’ve always been eggholes.”

“Great!” I said. “I hope they enjoy the pen. It’s almost out of ink.”

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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!

#I was very fond of this trick in 5th grade #my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #I don't think I've used this tag before:#humans are space magicians #this is a fun little throwaway idea #that I could see working out pretty well actually #haso #hfy #eiad

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ivymarquis · 1 year

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Under My Skin

Pairing| Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!Reader Rating| M Content/Warnings| Angst, smut, miscommunication trope, two idiots in love

My contribution to @glitterypirateduck’s Gazfest! Squeaking in at the last second as per usual because nothing motivates me like a deadline

One Shot + “You’re not going out in that”

The setting would be romantic in another situation.

Rain is not at all an uncommon sight, especially at this time of year. All day the weather’s been dreary and drizzling.

Here, now that the sun dips below the horizon as the rain picks up- the dull lighting is cozy and you’ve gone and done the exact same thing you always do.

You’ll never figure it out, will you?

That would require learning from your mistakes, though, and Kyle Garrick is one habit you can’t bring yourself to break.

But when you’re on your back underneath him, knees drawn up as your ankles lock behind his waist-

You can trick yourself into thinking this is more than what it is.

What had started as a one night stand has become a situationship of sorts. He doesn’t tell you the dirty details of his job but his phone can go off at any point and that’s the end of the time you had with him.

His absence gnaws at you far more than you’ll ever care to admit- that would break the rules. Even with him buried as far in you as he can be, the anxiety of knowing this won’t last interferes with your ability to enjoy the present.

Everything you want is tangible and in your hands. You want him, and for tonight- for right now- you have him.

He holds you like he’s missed you over the past weeks.

You both said you wanted to keep this simple with no strings attached. That was before when you hadn’t known him as a person. Before, bit by bit, you learn his quirks and idiosyncrasies.

Simple has, at some point and without warning, packed her bags and runs clear out the door- never to be seen or heard from again. There are most assuredly strings where there should not be.

Fortune favors the bold but you are a coward. Too afraid to ask for what you want- what you delude yourself into thinking you can take in another life.

So you try.

Try to ignore the voice in the back of your head. Try to ignore that little incessant something eating away at you.

Try to enjoy the time you have with him, because you’ll never know if the last time is the last time.

It would be easier, you think, if he was like any number of your prior partners. Greedy. Self centered.

Kyle is giving and kind and attentive.

He reads your body language and verbal cues as easily as a book- knocks the air out of your lung with each stroke once he’s hit his stride. You’re helpless to do much more than cling to him, nails marking up his back in pleasure. If anything the scratches seem to spur him on.

“Kyle please- oh fuck-” your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as he gets you almost to the precipice.

The rain builds outside much like you do.

“You getting close, doll?” It’s a rhetorical question, surely. Kyle knows your tells at this point, the way your body clutches and clings to his, the way you have to force your breathing to be steady.

“Yes!” Your answer is a wail that, were you in your right mind, would be embarrassing. As it is, your only focus is on the growing knot in your gut, the fire stoked with each wet thrust of his hips against the back of your thighs.

“Come on then, pretty girl,” he goads, one hand slipping between your bodies as the other supports both of your weight. “Cum for me, be a good girl,”

You would do anything for him. If you had a shred of shame or dignity left it would be embarrassing. As it is, he’s got you wound so tight it takes virtually nothing- just a few firm, steady circles of his thumb around your clit- to get you seeing white and clutching to him with a whine.

Your thighs are shaking as he works you through your orgasm, lips locked with yours as his thrusts sharpen for a few cants before stilling entirely as he fills the condom he barely remembered to put on earlier.

He’s always slow to work the pair of you down. You relish in the attention, how his warm hands span the length of your back, roaming down to squeeze the flesh of your hip or cup your bottom before trailing his fingertips back up and leaving you a trembling mess.

It’s later, once the pair of you have cleaned up that you start gathering your things. The rain still pelts down outside- you’ll need to be careful, but you’re certain you can make it home in one piece.

Neither of you stay the night at the others. You have your fun, pray he doesn’t get a phone call in the middle of things, get your clothes, and leave.

“Where are you going?”

You pause, finishing righting yourself after bending over to grab your bra.

“Home?” It shouldn’t be a question. You are going home. You’ve always gone home.

He shakes his head.

“You’re not going out in that.” Decision made, case closed, conversation over. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world. That you routinely wait out bad weather with him.

“Here, I’ve got a shirt you can borrow somewhere,”

You stare at him like a deer in headlights. Not that the thought of him being kind to you is such an unimaginable concept.

But there are boundaries- rules of engagement- that the pair of you agreed to at the beginning of this all these months ago. To keep things unmuddled and uncomplicated.

It’s a simple interaction, the way you follow him to his closet. You could easily insist on wearing your clothes- there’s nothing wrong with them.

But there’s a gesture in the way he hands you a shirt that’s several sizes too big for you.

Maybe Kyle wants more too.

#kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #cod x reader #gazfest #my writing #kyle definitely was not watching the weather app and planning in advance for this #he'd never do such a thing

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rahuratna · 2 months

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Heyyyyyy 🫶

So I was thinking about how the relationship would be with Nanami and a low maintenance partner. Low maintenance as in

- not Gojo is the first thing that came into mind LOL 😂

- values simplicity and is already very content with just being in the presence of Nanami, no matter the activity. Like cleaning together or just resting on the couch together

- probably a homebody like Nanami, doesn’t need expensive gifts or to go out on fancy dates

etc etc… basically someone with similar interests (cooking, drinking, reading, staying in, according to the JJK fan book) and chill energy level as a Nanami

I bring this up because it’s typically the grumpy x sunshine or black cat x golden retriever pairings, but I haven’t seen much of a chill homebody x chill homebody duo. Maybe I don’t read enough or maybe because there wouldn’t be much of a plot line other than the two characters just snoozing in bed or staying in and watching movies or enjoying simple domesticity… but that’s honestly my definition of ultimate happiness 😂 😂

Maybe on the outside it would seem boring to others but I’d like to think (for my sake) this type of relationship would have its own special type of quirks and connection.

What do you think? 👀

@courtneedsleep Gojo 😂😂😂 God, I LIVE for easy going, low maintenance relationships. I'm pretty much a homebody myself, so it bleeds a lot into my writing, whether I'm writing a pairing or not. I love describing cosy settings, creature comforts, food, things that are nostalgic or provide a sense of comfort.

My headcanon is that this kind of relationship would be very comforting to Nanami, and one he enjoys immensely. As someone who does work a fairly stressful job, I value the moments of calm, when I can simply exist in a beautiful space, do physical things, like cooking, gardening or going on a long drive, activities where you can switch off and go into autopilot. Having a partner who can match that energy and is comfortable with it is a blessing.

There is beauty in muted physical contact, touching someone to simply remind yourself that they're here, with you. The little unique sounds and scents that belong to them, the way they clear their throat or shuffle their feet, the weight of their head in your lap, the tiny changes in their facial expression as they read something; these are all the small, but precious treasures of intimacy, the sweetness of companionship. Nanami strikes me as the quiet, but observant man who would find so much value in those aspects, as would his partner.

As much as Nanami states clearly that during his time as a salaryman, he thought of little else besides making money, there's a strong contextual side to this that can't be ignored. He was never after luxury, he just wanted to ensure a simple, ordinary and comfortable life for himself, one he could pursue free from the stresses and tragedies that had been heaped upon him.

Being as pragmatic as he is, he would have been fully aware of the value of money in providing that for himself. For Nanami, it was never about the wealth, or some kind of high status lifestyle. Money was a means to an end. This is why I'm convinced that the most precious aspects of Nanami's relationship with a partner would be the myriad small experiences he has alongside them, from sharing books, to lazy commentary on a movie on a Sunday afternoon, to baking a loaf of bread together, to drinking coffee on the balcony on a quiet morning with the same sun on his skin and theirs. These are the things he'd love.

Nanami strikes me as a man who values his space and privacy, and that sharing it with someone else would require a very high level of trust. Sharing space with Nanami would be the equivalent of dusting out that high, unreachable shelf in his heart, and occupying your rightful position there. I do think that someone like him would want their partner to understand the significance of opening their homes and lives to each other, in the simplest of ways, ways that he will always cherish and never take for granted.

I think that a partner like this, who can provide that safe shelter away from the storm, who creates a space for Nanami to grow as an individual, who is comfortable in the warm silence of true companionship, who treasures those golden hours of calm repose, would be someone Nanami would definitely consider spending the rest of his life with.

His heart is an ordered garden, but when you wander long enough, the wild flowers that bloom in sweet silence are the rarest and most beautiful.

Thanks for another lovely ask! They give me so much joy 🌻🌻💛💛

#rahu answers #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami headcanons #nanami x reader

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bbystark · 10 days

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♡ yandere!posion ivy x reader ♡

summary: ivy meets a cute flower shop owner and decides to (kidnap) take her home. mdni

a/n: request for @brainrotqueen :)

you grew up in gotham, inherited a flower shop from your now retired father. it was hard, barely paid the bills some months. but you enjoyed it, often experimenting with growing other plants to try to make some extra money.

ivy first came upon you when she was strolling around, wanting to get flowers for harley after she had broken up with joker- again.

she had walked into your shop and grabbed a random bouquet of red flowers, prettily arranged with black tissue paper. you swore that your plants scattered across the store leaned towards her.

she had noticed you had orchids behind your little counter, and a bonsai tree next to the register. she was impressed, those weren't easy to keep alive. "a bonsai?" she quirked her head at you.

"oh, yes. his name is benjamin. it was my fathers, he's a pain to keep alive."

she gives you a thoughtful hum, thanking you when you hand her the change. you don't see her again after that.

but she sees you, after one conversation she was hooked. she started following you around gotham, telling all her friends that you were off limits. if anything happened to you, they would have to answer poison ivy.

she isn't a bad person deep, deep down, just very misunderstood. as most villains were. she would sometimes send low life criminals crying and shaking into your shop, saying "need $500 worth of flowers please." setting crumbled handfuls of bills on your counter.

that'll teach him to pickpocket, ivy would think.

you shamefully took the money each time, wanting to give yourself a little room to breathe financially. besides, you weren't breaking any laws, you gave the men the flowers. it was a simple business transaction.

ivy watches you when you're at home, watering your plants. she learns you name them all and finds the little quirk warming her heart.

starts leaving you exotic flowers she grows when she thinks about you. some on your bed, some in the flower shop.

you figured it was your dad, at least that's what you told yourself to keep from freaking. you didn't have time for the alternative and the gotham pd weren't that helpful anyway.

you were sooo wrong. a few weeks later after ivy sees you flirting with another girl, getting her number and smiling to yourself as you walk away. something in ivy snaps.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

you wake up in a soft chair, hands and feet bound by vines. your head is pounding, seeing double when you finally peak your eyes open. after a few moments you're slightly more lucid, and you start to panic. whimpers leave your mouth and the chair scrapes across the floor with your attempts at breaking the vines.

ivy is at your side suddenly, gently cooing and stroking your shoulders. "it's okay, i'm not gonna hurt you beautiful." she pets your hair.

she steps away and lets the vines uncurl from your wrists, leaving your legs bound. you're on them in a second, scratching at the vines, trying to get them loose.

ivy's finger twitches and they begin to tighten painfully, and you immediately get the point. you slam your back against the chair, hands gripping the arm rests.

they immediately loosen, letting blood back into your feet. you look at her as she smiles at you. you recognize her, finally. she had come in months ago and said something about your bonsai tree. of course you had crossed paths with one of the most notorious villains in gotham.

the last thing you remembered was being on the way back from the flower shop, and then it all goes blank. "did you drug me?" you mouth feels uncomfortably dry.

"just a little datura plant, had to make sure you didn't get all bruised up when i took you."

"took me?"

she nods, giving you another small smile. you wish she would stop doing that. you have so many questions, but above all else, you wanted to get out of there.

"are you thirsty?" you ignore her, staring at the vine covered floor. she leaves, and you look around. a shiver goes down your spine when you realize that that she has multiple plants that you sold in your shop. how she got them, you had no clue.

she comes back with a mug, putting a hand on your chin and tilting it to your lips. you try to look at what's inside, but the mug is black, and you can't tell if it's water or something dangerous.

"it's just water. now drink, or i'll have to force you to."

you do as she said, scared of the latter. it tastes fine, cold and refreshing on your dry throat. it was just water; you sigh in relief.

seconds later you're out cold. ivy uses her vines to take you to her couch, laying you down gently. she strokes your hair again, fixing it so it's out of your face. when you wake up, the special little love serum she got just for you will take effect and she can't wait.

the moment is interrupted by harley bursting through the door. she she's ivy and makes her way over. "ivy!" she stops, noticing your limp form on the couch and red wrists. "ivy, what did you do." she deadpans.

"it's called taking initiative," she replied.

"this is not what i meant when i said take her out y'know."

ivy didn't care, you were finally hers now. she was so excited for you to feel the same.

#poison ivy #ivy x reader #poison ivy x reader #harley quinn #dc x reader #dc fanfiction #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere

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sp1rit-realm · 2 years

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༻¨*:· 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ sirius convinces you to tell remus you like him.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 fem!reader (she/her prns) 𖦹 sirius being an idiot 𖦹 a sprinkle of angst 𖦹 hurt/comfort kinda ? 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

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Arithmancy: Your favorite class, not because you enjoyed the classwork or the material—or the professor—it was tedious. It was your favorite class because of the boy sitting beside you.

Remus Lupin was witty and brilliant, with a sharp tongue that dripped with sarcasm. He was always a shoulder to cry on, and you knew you could always count on him. He made the class bearable. You were confused when he first sat next to you; usually, he was with his friends. None of them took Arithmancy; then, it all made sense. You had become... friends? You weren't sure what to call it. You didn't talk outside of class, save for the few times you went to him for a good laugh when you needed comfort.

Now, you sat in the library, wanting to bang your head against the wall until it put you into a coma. For your life, you couldn't remember the ingredients in Skele-gro and were becoming more irritated by the second. Skele-gro is a simple potion you learned in your third year, but you have always had trouble remembering anything about it. You sighed and rested your head on the table.

Someone stood beside you; you could feel it. "You okay?" They asked. You recognized the voice all too well.

Sirius Black—just the person you weren't looking for.

"No," You sat up and crossed your arms, "What's it to you?"

He smirked—flashing his wolfy teeth at you—eyes mischievous with a hint of sincerity; he leaned against the table, "Well, good thing I'm here. 'M always willing to help a damsel in distress." He pulled out a chair and gracefully sat down. His movements were fluid as he scooted closer to you.

"My knight in shining armor," You deadpanned, voice monotone.

"I'm a whiz at potions, babe. Let me help you."

"How'd you know it's potions?" Your brow quirked out of its own volition.

"Your book is wide open, babe." He gestured to the splayed open textbook.

"Stop calling me babe," You scowled.

Ignoring your comment, he spoke: "What're you having trouble with?"

"How do you remember the ingredients? I just can't seem to do it." You huffed, shoulders slumping with your breath.

"Flashcards, babe. Oldest trick in the book." He threw his arm around your shoulder just to irk you—it worked.

"Walk you to dinner?" He asked, offering his arm.

You took it, smiling.

As you went to depart, he held onto your wrist, "Where'd ya think you're going?"

"To eat?"

"Nonsense," He began dragging you, "Come with me. Sit with the cool kids."

You snorted out a laugh.

"Hey," He frowned, "What's so funny."

"Cool kids." You say with air quotes. He scowls; you continue laughing.

"Oh, hello, Y/n," Remus smiles at you, and your heart melts like a candle next to a bonfire.

"You know her?" Sirius interrupts, "And you never thought to introduce us to such a lovely person? Shame on you, Remus Lupin. Shame. On. You."

Remus only shrugged, "We're not exactly friends. We just sit next to each other in Arithmancy."

Your heart ceased melting and began breaking; not exactly friends. How tragic.

Sirius insisted on walking you back to your dorm.

"You like him, don't you?" You figured this was the reason why.

"Who?" You feigned cluelessness.

"Remus, you dolt."

You scowled, "Don't call me stupid."

"Yes? Or no?"

"Fine," You huffed, "Maybe I do like him. What's it to you?"

He smirked again, "He likes you back!" He sang.

You wanted to die. Okay, maybe death is a little dramatic. "No," You deadpanned, "Absolutely not."

"Are you destined to be miserable?" He sighed dramatically.

You shrugged, "Maybe."

"Tell him," He begged, hands clasped, "Please?" He continued.

"No."

He stopped, "Wait, what? Why?"

"Because there's no way he actually likes me, Sirius. He said we're not even friends."

"People who aren't friends start dating all the time!" He protested as you retreated to your dorm.

"Goodnight!" You called.

Maybe Sirius was right, but also he could be wrong—so there's that. You were torn because what's the worst a rejection could do? So he stops sitting next to you? Not a big deal. Except it would be a big deal, and rejection would break your heart. But, on the other hand, maybe your heart needed to break so you could pick the pieces back up.

Being left with your thoughts was frustrating.

You talked to yourself on the way to class.

"Hey, Remus! I love you!" You mumbled to yourself. "No," You decided, "That's way too strong."

"Hey, Remus, I understand if you don't feel the same way, but would you like to go on a date with me?" You shook your head, "Oh Merlin, this is never gonna work."

At the end of the lesson, you turned to him. "Remus? I have a question."

He smiled, "Shoot."

You sucked in a breath, "Would you, by any chance, like me?" You mentally screamed at yourself. That was the worst way you could've gone upon that.

"No," He shook his head, "Sorry." He offered a frown.

"No big deal," You forced a smile, "Have a good day."

You had never felt so alone.

You heard the door open.

"Y/n?"

You groaned; this could not be happening except that it was.

"Leave," You murmured, "Please."

"No," He sat on your dormmate's bed, "I'm worried. You haven't been to class in days."

You huffed a pained laugh, "Why would you care?" You paused, "Who am I kidding? It's because you're a great person."

"No, I'm not. You wanna hear one of the worst things I've done?"

You shrugged, "I guess so."

"There's this girl—"

"Why would I want to hear about this, Remus?"

"Let me finish," He chastised, "There's this girl, and I really, really like her. For some reason, I told her I didn't. I think it's 'cos I get so flustered around her that my brain stops working."

"I think you should tell her that." You huffed, crossing your arms.

"I did!" He was far too happy right now; you wanted to punch him.

"And now you're dating? I'm so happy for you, Remus. I really am, but I cannot do this right now." You pressed your palms against your eyes like that would stop the tears. It didn't.

"She hasn't answered me yet. And I'd really like to formally ask her, but she's covering her eyes."

It took you a second to process his words. Then, you smiled that lovely smile.

"I really hope you're talking about me," You uncovered your eyes, "Because if you're not, I will start crying again."

"I am talking about you." He smiled, eyes hopeful.

fanks for reading

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#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin is being a little mean #again #₊˚.༄ hannah writes

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taggedmemes · 8 months

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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART THREE

i heard what happened.

thank you for protecting the child.

we can risk violence here or face it for certain on the road.

a low thought, but i'd be lying if i said i hadn't considered it.

i'm not some murderer for hire.

to get these people to safety, there's nothing i won't do.

if your people survived that, they'll survive anything.

it's unusual for them to organize so cleverly.

you're equal to the task.

try not to keel over with the first blade drawn.

might not look it, but we're tough.

there's optimism and then there's stupid.

how are you going to take my gold if you're dead?

just leave the gold on my corpse.

i wish we could at least give them a proper burial.

gold ain't any use if you're too cold to spend it.

you're giving up?

you should leave it, or destroy it.

at best it's worthless. at worst, who knows.

do not trifle with that moon witch or her trinkets.

only trouble will follow.

we've enough troubles and burdens as it is.

perhaps you can sell that for a couple of coins.

i should pluck your eyes out.

a cursed book? how obvious.

this quarrel sours our feast.

be you friend or food?

am i not astonishing?

i am by all accounts a student of higher commerce and extortion.

it's not what it looks like, i swear.

i wasn't going to hurt you.

i can't believe i didn't see it.

i'm not some monster.

why didn't you tell me?

i needed you to trust me.

you can trust me.

do you think you could trust me just a little further?

let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?

i was just swept up in the moment.

i'm looking forward to seeing you fight.

you're invigorating, but i need something more filling.

this is a gift, you know. i won't forget it.

good morning. how do you feel?

i just feel a little woozy.

i thought you'd be more powerful.

someone, or something, wants me alive.

as for my other quirks — well, we can figure those out in time.

i'm just glad you're being sensible about these revelations.

i was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks.

that explains the pallor.

we're each monsters in the making.

i taste absolutely awful.

we need him, like it or not.

we're bound together, no matter what comes.

you say all the right words, but i'm not so sure you mean the right things.

i will respect the decision that was made.

we're all friends again.

there's a long day ahead of us.

what a manner of place is this?

is this a path to redemption or a road to damnation?

your journey is just beginning.

what would suit the occasion?

i am [name], very much at your service.

if you want to threaten me, don't disguise it.

you're paranoid, aren't you.

must be the surroundings.

rather bleak and lonesome, one feels so exposed.

this quaint little scene is decidedly too middle-of-nowhere for me.

enjoy your supper. after all, i might be your last.

are these theatrics leading somewhere?

are you not entertained?

far be it from me to disappoint.

how dear is one's soul?

you're made if you think i'll make a deal with a devil.

what is madness but a denial of reality?

exhaust every possibility until none are left.

when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair, that's when you'll come knocking on my door.

i'll have the last laugh in the end.

one might say you're a paragon of luck.

i've something important to discuss with you.

we've been travelling together for a while now and it's just about time that i shared something with you.

are you telling me you're addicted to magic?

i would not burden anyone other than myself with this were the stakes not so high.

if not out of the simple goodness of your heart, then perhaps your own self-interest might be sufficient motivation.

please, trust me.

your help could be the difference between life and death.

i'm afraid that's not going to work on me.

let us agree on actions first and explanations later.

i didn't come seeking battle.

you're different than the others, i can tell.

i'm afraid proper thanks must wait.

your boldness is a blessing.

it takes more than mere fire to break me.

i must ask again for your aid.

why entrust this to me?

i know him better than most.

i'm not interested in your lineage.

you shouldn't keep secrets like this from me.

he named me friend, and that meant the world.

they're a powerful friend with a keen interest in privacy.

i'm sworn to say no more.

i spent more time dueling than rubbing elbows with lords.

not to say i didn't develop a taste for good win and a talent for courtly dance.

it's been a badger's age since i've twinkled my toes.

a drunk ogre could put on a better show.

we can learn a lot from fairytales, don't you think?

he'll require of you only what you're least ready to part with, and then require more still.

the devil won't take just anything, he'll take everything.

that is a story reserved for lifetime friends and calmer days.

i question the wisdom in that decision but so be it.

there's no way you could have known.

i doubt a fight against them would go your way.

seems you have good survival instincts.

i go my own way — alone.

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Spring 2023 Anime Overview: Skip and Loafer and Birdie Wing Season 2

Skip and Loafer

Mitsumi comes from a small, under-populated town and her dream is to become a government official and help her town out. After getting into an elite high school in Tokyo, she moves there and finds that there are a lot of challenges in the big city and new people to meet. Her new friend, Sousuke, is a nice, popular guy, but he also has a troubled past. But Mitsumi is determined to face anything life throws her way!

Skip and Loafer is just one of those shows that’s like a warm hug. Mitsumi is an instantly endearing protagonist- dorky, earnest, and driven. She's overwhelmed moving from her small town to Tokyo, and a little naive about some things, but she's a can-do gal determined to make it work! There's an overwhelming kindness to Skip and Loafer that permeates every inch of it. Characters that would just be a simple antagonist or "mean girl" in other anime have their struggles explored and become whole, realized people with good points and bad points.

Sousuke is a troubled former child star who experiences some conflict, but it's not like Mitsumi 'fixes' him- he simply learns and grows through his experiences with her, both through their conflicts and moments of connection. There's some great female friendships too, and they focus on girls from different social spheres working to find real connection to each other and trying to look past stereotypes and misconceptions. It shows why labels like 'popular girl', 'nerd girl', and so on, are no reason to judge someone.

There's also some nice trans representation with Mitsumi's aunt, Nao, who is a trans woman. Nao-chan's a fun character, who tries to guide her overwhelmed s niece and forms a surprising connection with one of her friends, while still showing off her own sweet and goofy quirks and giving hints about her own life story and how it shaped her outlook. She is also truly wise:

Some brief transphobia towards Nao is shown in the form of people whispering about her on the train, but Mitsumi immediately holds her hand and shows support. Skip and Loafer's kindness extends to the treatment of Nao-chan, and we're clearly meant to cheer for her as she thrives.

All-in-all, Skip and Loafer is a relaxing, entertaining and funny- it has a light touch and a focus on relationships, treating the conflicts and complications high schoolers can face with nuance and empathy. The characters are loveable and the setting is fully realized. The animation is very cute and delivers a couple of beautiful moments. It was the most consistently excellent show I watched this season (even if it didn't reach the highest highs of some other shows) and I think anyone who enjoys slice of life shows, or just wants something that's pleasant to watch but has enough depth to remain entertaining, should definitely check it out.

Birdie Wing Season 2

Premise: Season 2 of the saga where two girl golf geniuses just want to face each other one the green and have their homoerotic sports rivalry like they were MEANT TO, but weird family drama and the actual mafia keep getting in the way.

In my review of Birdie Wing's first season, I completely enjoyed the show's absurdity, but was worried it could all come crashing down in the second season. Fortunately, it did not! Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story remains a bombastically absurd sports anime that is fun to watch all the way through. Please come watch these girls get ridiculous sports injuries, scream their super golf attacks, and be ten times more intense than your average shonen sports show.

Birdie Wing also pulled some great moves this season, like having Eve's caddy from golfing high school be pulled into the absurd world of the golf mafia and react to it with the same panicked confusion the audience might. "They're going to KILL you if you LOSE A GOLF GAME? Why is the golf course like this? How much does this cost?" she cries while Eve just shrugs everything off.

Meanwhile, the show finally brings in the bread and butter of sports anime- injuries and diseases that the main characters are going to ignore for the love of sport. But the tired trope becomes wonderfully absurd and almost verges on pointed commentary when it's GOLF, the sport of retirees, causing these ridiculous injuries. Seeing Eve gets covered with bandages because she golfed too fucking hard, or having this line:

...It really throws into perspective how ridiculous sports anime is when it glamorizes people destroying their bodies for the 'love of the game'. I don't know if that was intentional, but it is very funny.

I am immensely grateful that the plot twist I was fearing didn't come to fruition in the show- instead, in classic Birdie Wing fashion, they teased that terrible plot twist, but instead gave an explanation that was a thousand times more soap opera-esque and ridiculous. I have to to applaud that moxie.

But what's important is that the true believers made it through. We're okay. (If you want to know what I'm talking about and don't mind spoilers, please enjoy this meme I made based off a famous tweet by Crunchyroll).

I must share an anecdote- I had to watch the finale while on vacation with my Mom. When she overheard all the yelling, she was like "are you watching a magical girl show?" "no it's a sports anime- they're playing golf" "Oh...why does it sound like a magical girl show?"

Sadly, the finale was a little bit of a let down- it was rushed compared to other parts of the show and felt like less than it could be. (Considering G-witch had the same problem, I wonder if it was a Bandai wide issue).

But it was still fun. While Aoi and Eve sadly do not kiss or become an explicit couple (despite Aoi very much wanting to!), there is at least absurd golf team up moment you could read as being a Super Deep metaphor for their love. Not much of an excuse, but it's something. The end of the show didn't go as hard as it could have (or, I think, should have) but it was still ridiculously, wonderfully Birdie Wing.

I was disappointed Aoi and Eve were separated this season so much (and unlike the first season, did not pine for each other nearly as much during separations since they were busy contending with ridic plot stuff), but on the plus side, there weren't really many 'sexual menace' or jarringly mature moments like the first season had.

Overall, I think it was a really solid follow up, and I can now wholeheartedly recommend Birdie Wing as a show. Just heed the content warnings I left in my first review so you too don't get killed by golf! Once you're ready, let the glorious golf wash over you. You won't regret it.

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