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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 months

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I LEAVE YOU

Synopsis: “Mispronounced words. He had mispronounced one of the simplest words in the English language, and it had led to all of this.” (Also know as Inumaki Toge Tries To Tell You He Loves You, But It All Goes Terribly Wrong)

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Pairing: Inumaki x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.3k

Content Warnings: crack fic, secondhand embarrassment, miscommunication, mentions of sex toys/fetishes (non-explicit), megumi deserves damage pay, probably not lore-compliant, not at all to be taken seriously, characters are probably ooc tbh

A/N: i posted this literally two years ago on ao3 and it just occurred to me to put it on here LMAOAO anyways i obv wrote this a long time ago and it’s the most unserious ridiculous thing ever so please don’t judge me based on this fluffy goofy silly cracky nonsense i promise I’m better now!!

divider credits: @/benkeibear

The first emotion that spiked through you when you heard that the second years were back from their mission was relief. None of them were dead; anything else, you could deal with.

You had rushed to the infirmary, ignoring Nobara’s snickers. She alone knew who you was sprinting to see — your feelings for a certainupperclassman were highly secret, of course, but somehow she had found out, and of course she had, because she was Kugisaki Nobara, and nothing could really be kept secret from her for very long.

She had been urging you to do something, to make a move, citing that it “wasn’t like he had a lot of girls interested in him, anyways,” but you had always been too shy. You weren’t sure that you could handle a rejection, and it was hard to tell whether he was interested in you or just polite.

But your fear did not stop you from skidding to a stop in front of Shoko, giving her a wide-eyed stare, patiently waiting for her to tell you what was wrong with your friends.

“Did you need something?” she said. Obviously, her cursed technique had nothing to do with reading minds, but you still scowled at her for not knowing what you were thinking.

“The second years. Are…are they alright?” you said. She frowned, and this was your first clue that there was something less than alright going on with the trio.

“Well, they’re not permanently hurt, no,” she said. You sighed in relief — this was more than you could’ve hoped for. The curse that they had been sent to fight was obviously a strong one, and more than that, it was wily, with a rumored arsenal of techniques far beyond what you could even comprehend.

“That’s good,” you said.

“It is. They’ll all make a full recovery; Maki and Panda were barely impacted, anyways,” she said. Your blood ran cold at the name she didn’t mention.

“And Inumaki?” you said. If something had happened to him…you weren’t sure what you’d do. Probably cry. A lot.

“He’s fine, just a bit shocked. See, the curse managed to take his cursed energy from him, so until that’s been replenished, he’s just a normal person,” she said.

“Huh?” you said. “What does that mean?”

“Why don’t you just ask him yourself?” she said, ushering you into the infirmary, “I know that’s why you’re really here.”

Maki and Panda were nowhere to be found, and Shoko groaned, muttering about irresponsible children and telling you she’d be back with her patients in tow once more. This left you alone in the room with Inumaki Toge — at once your biggest dream and greatest fear.

You did not speak for the first few moments, far too nervous to open your mouth. He was buried in a mountain of pillows and blankets, soft blond hair falling in his violet eyes as he flipped through the pages of a book. His zipped up collar was nowhere to be seen; he only wore a plain white t-shirt, leaving his snake-fang seals visible. You had always thought they were pretty, so then your nerves were overtaken by infatuation with the elegant markings. The end result was the same: when Inumaki looked up, it was to you awkwardly standing in the room and watching him read.

“Hello,” he said. This made you pause and think.

“Hi?” you said.

“How are you doing?” he said. Now you really were confused.

“Not that I’m complaining, but can’t you…not speak?” you said. He set his book on his nightstand and sat up with a heavy sigh.

“Normally, I can’t. But as of right now, I can. That’s the effect of that curse we fought. I have the most cursed energy out of the three of us second years, so it drained mine, which means I’m unable to use my technique until my energy’s built up again. Shoko estimates it’ll be about a week,” he said.

“Oh!” you said. So Inumaki had one week of talking normally before he would be back to his usual limited speech. You wondered what he would think to say.

You had met Inumaki on your first day at Jujutsu Tech. He had helped you find your dorm room and then, via text, warned you about Gojo’s antics. Your crush had been born the very same day. He was so beautiful and kind that it was almost a no-brainer, really; though he could only speak in rice ball components, you didn’t even care. You found solace in swooning at him from afar, and every conversation you had ever had with him since then was filed away in a special corner of your mind, played on repeat whenever you were bored.

Nobara thought you were crazy when she found out, asking you if you had an ingredients fetish and then teasing you for a solid day by moaning tuna in your ear whenever she saw you. She only stopped because you started crying and begged Fushiguro’s Divine Dogs to chase her away if she got too close. The dogs were friendly enough and obliged, though you had had to buy Fushiguro several bags of candy for his troubles.

You could hear her voice in your ear right now as you stared at Inumaki, though it was thankfully not her moaning ingredients but rather her insisting that you say something. It was so easy; now, at least, he could reject you properly, with words instead of helpless frustration and a long-winded text about how you were nice, really, but he just thought of you as an annoying friend who didn’t leave him alone, and anyways, why would he ever like you?

“Can I tell you something?” he said before you could ask to do the same. Privately, you were relieved at this, for it meant you could procrastinate your confession a little further.

“What’s up?” you said, a small, childish hope arising in you that maybe, just maybe, this was it. Maybe he’d confess first, and then things would be very simple indeed. You allowed yourself to feel excitement building at this prospect.

“I…oh, man, how do I do this?” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a flush rising over his pale cheeks. “Ah, shit, I’ve spent my whole life wishing I could speak and having so many things to say but not the words to say them, and now that I finally can talk, I just don’t even know what to say.”

“It’s alright. You can take your time, I don’t mind,” you said politely. And you didn’t mind — whatever he had to say, you would wait around for years if you needed to in order to hear it. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ll just come out with it, then!” he said, nodding determinedly before locking eyes with you, “I leave you.”

It suddenly felt like you were underwater, ears ringing. Your throat choked, and pathetic, childish tears blurred your vision. He was leaving. Inumaki, for whatever reason, was leaving. And not only was he leaving, he was leaving you in specific.

“R-really?” you said, forcing a smile, though you knew it was awfully unconvincing. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What?” He seemed embarrassed, now, averting his eyes, “No, why would you think that?”

“Well, you just said…” you trailed off helplessly.

“Oh. I thought you would be happy,” he said, his voice quiet, small, ashamed. He looked almost brokenhearted, though why he would be feeling hurt about this development, you could not be sure. He was the one making the choice to leave; you were the one fated to stay behind.

“Why would I be happy about that?” you said. He was dejected when he spoke next.

“Never mind. I don’t…I don’t know what I was thinking,” he said.

“I’ll still support you,” you said, steeling yourself to flash him a watery smile, “I hope we can still be friends.”

“Yes! Yes, please, please, I know I messed up by telling you this, but I don’t want us to stop being friends,” he said.

“I’m glad you told me, though. I’d rather not be left in the dark. Have you told anyone else yet?” you said.

“No, though I’m sure Panda suspects it,” he said before shifting uncomfortably to pull his blankets up and hide his face, “Can you, um, go? I want some time alone.”

“Right,” you said, “I’m glad you’re not hurt permanently.”

As you left, you thought you heard sniffles coming from the lump under the blanket, but if he really was crying, he gave you no other indication of it. You thought of lingering, of comforting him and asking him to comfort you, demanding he tell you the reason for his departure, but it was not your place. So, biting the inside of your cheek to hold your tears back, you marched towards Nobara’s dorm.

“He told you he’s leaving you?” she said, ten minutes later once you had explained to her the entire story. “How odd. And he hasn’t told anyone he’s transferring yet? Not even Gojo or Principal Yaga?”

“No,” you said, finding solace in her warm embrace, the scent of roses that wafted off of her skin, “I just don’t understand why he’s going.”

“It’s so strange. I mean, I really thought he liked you! Although, maybe he does. Think about it, you’re the first person he’s told, so clearly he trusts you a lot!” she said.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” you said, “Regardless as to his reasons, it remains that he’s leaving me. At least he said we can still be friends, though.”

“Wait!” she said, and there was a conniving smirk on her face that spelled trouble, “I have an idea. Let’s throw a surprise going-away-party for him! Even if you don’t confess, at least it’ll show you care about him. And maybe we’ll be able to figure out why he’s leaving and where he’s going, too.”

“We have to do it before the end of the week, then, that’s when Shoko estimates his cursed energy will be back to normal and he won’t be able to talk anymore,” you said.

“I doubt you’d be complaining about that, Miss Ingredients Fetish,” Nobara said.

“I don’t have a fetish for ingredients!” you said, wriggling out of her hug and glaring at her.

“Oh, really? So you won’t get all hot and bothered if I say ‘salmon,’ right?” she said.

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Nobara, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” you said.

“Salmon,” she said, panting dramatically and clutching her chest. You threw a pillow at her, knocking her off of the bed in a fit of laughter.

“You suck,” you said.

“You swallow,” she shot back.

“Ugh! You’re hopeless!” you said, throwing your hands in the air.

“I’ll text the group chat to make plans for the party!” she said. You gave her the finger and stomped out of her room to go sit in your own and mope about the fact that Inumaki was leaving.

Really, this was probably a good thing. After all, with him gone, you didn’t have to worry about him accidentally finding out about your crush. And maybe you’d even be able to move on, though you had no idea who at this school would measure up to Inumaki.

Nobara’s plan was sound, though. A going away party would be perfect to wish him one final farewell — provided, of course, that you were able to keep it a secret from the boy. This was easier said than done, but you were determined. You would make Inumaki’s party an occasion to remember, but this meant you had to call in some help.

The first thing you did the next day was video call Okkotsu, who was currently in Africa, training with a sorcerer named Miguel. You had to track down Maki and beg her for his number; she had been very confused but had given it to you anyways.

This left you staring at your phone screen, praying he would pick up. Inumaki and Okkotsu were best friends, so it would be wrong to not tell the black-haired sorcerer about your plans. He also might have some insight as to where Inumaki was going and why he was leaving.

“Hello?” Thankfully, Okkotsu picked up, looking extraordinarily confused. There were dark circles under his eyes and a katana strapped to his back. Despite the fact that he looked battle ready, he was just sitting on a couch and shoving chips in his mouth. “Who is this?”

“Okkotsu, sir! This is Y/N, I’m one of the first years at Jujutsu Tech,” you said.

“Okay. Don’t call me sir, it’s weird and I’m only a year older than you. Is there a reason you’re calling me?” he said.

“Yes, there is. See, Inumaki —” you began before he cut you off.

“Ohhh, you’re that Y/N! Yeah, yeah, I completely approve,” he said.

“Did Nobara already tell you?” you said.

“No, Inumaki’s been telling me about this for months now! Who’s Nobara?” he said.

“Months? But we didn’t even start planning until yesterday,” you said.

“He’s been dreaming of this day since the beginning of the year, even video called me and everything! I don’t think I’ve heard him say ‘salmon’ as many times in a row ever before or since,” he said. Unbidden, you remembered Nobara’s actions from yesterday and shivered before shaking your head to clear such thoughts from your mind.

“Do you know why he…you know?” you said. If Inumaki really had been planning on leaving for so long, then certainly Okkotsu would know why. The boy hummed and nodded.

“Yeah, for sure! But it’s a little weird if I say it, you know? Against the bro code or whatever, and it’d feel a bit too much like I was trying to slide in, which I’m not! Just ask him, I’m sure he’ll be delighted to tell you. God, he must be so happy right now! I wish I could be there to see it,” he said.

“Well, that’s actually why I called you. I’m throwing a surprise party in honor of the occasion, and I was wondering if you’d be able to come, or at least video call in,” you said. Each word Okkotsu uttered was like a stab in the heart, further reinforcing the fact that Inumaki really, really, really didn’t like you. Why else did he make plans to leave the literal day he had met you? You only wished he would’ve gone sooner so that your feelings did not build up and compound from a simple admiration into something greater, something beautiful and untouchable yet twisted and cruel.

“Sounds like a great time! Just video call me, I’ll be sure to pick up. And I’ll try to send something along as a gift, too! Damn, I know it’s not my news to be excited for, but it feels as though my heart’s going to burst!” he said, popping a final chip into his mouth before hanging up. You stared at the phone’s black screen for a second, marvelling at how this short conversation had made you feel even worse about the status of your relationship with Inumaki.

Before, you had believed that the two of you were friends, at least. You both had gotten along well enough — you would train together and slip each other notes with book recommendations. He had told you his favorite restaurant and described exactly the meal you should order, and you had introduced him to your favorite television series. Yet with the latest revelations that your discussion with Okkotsu had brought about, it was clear that all of this was Inumaki doing the bare minimum to tolerate you until the day he could leave.

Maybe he was glad that he could speak, if only for a short time. It allowed him to tell you in no uncertain terms that he was going away. If only he had elaborated back then! If only he had said that he felt such a way about you from the very start instead of leading you on with candy-sweet platitudes and feigned affection.

With Okkotsu’s presence now confirmed (and a gift apparently on the way), you moved on to the next thing you had to do in order to prepare for the party: recruit the other second years.

You decided to start with Maki. Though she was seemingly brusque, she was also a caring girl, and you knew she’d be thrilled to help throw a farewell party for one of her closest friends, even if she had not known he was leaving until just now.

As expected, she was properly enraged upon hearing the news.

“He’s leaving? Leaving where, exactly? The only place he’ll be going is hell, because I’m about to punch him so hard that that’s where he’ll end up!” she said, balling her fists, a vein popping in her forehead.

“Woah, hey, Maki! I don’t know where he’s going, but please don’t confront him. I don’t think he wants people knowing, and I want the party to be a surprise. He might get suspicious if he realizes that you know,” you said.

“Stupid idiot, won’t even tell his own classmates that he’s going,” she muttered, “I’ll keep your secret. But I will be committing violence at the party.”

“Please don’t!” you said, distressed at the thought, “I want him to have a fun final memory of Jujutsu Tech.”

Her eyes softened when she looked at you, and she nodded begrudgingly. “Alright. Your secret, and your party, are safe with me. I won’t tell a soul! Although, you know…a surprise farewell party would be a great place to confess your feelings.”

“How — how do you know about my feelings?” you said.

“Firstly, you’re not exactly subtle, the others are just really oblivious. Secondly, Nobara mayyyy have let something slip,” she said.

“I’m going to kill her,” you said.

“Don’t,” she said.

“No, I’m seriously considering it,” you said.

“If you do, I’ll ruin Inumaki’s party,” she threatened.

“Fine!” you whined like a child, “I’m going to go talk to Panda.”

The large bear was asleep in the sun when you reached him. You nudged him with your foot in an attempt to get him to wake up; thankfully, he did, blinking his beetle-dark eyes open sleepily and sitting up when he saw you.

“Panda, I need your help,” you said seriously once you were sure that you had his undivided attention.

“What’s the matter?” he said.

“Inumaki’s leaving, so I’m throwing him a party,” you said. Panda furrowed his brow, clearly trying to process this development.

“He is?” he finally said. You nodded, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Yeah, he literally told me as much! He was all like ‘I leave you,’ and it was kind of upsetting, actually,” you said.

“How interesting,” he said finally, and now there was mischief in his expression, “And you need my help with hosting a party?”

“I don’t know how much of a party it’ll be, exactly, I mean it’ll only be the first and second years, but yes, basically,” you said. He chuckled, rubbing his paws together menacingly.

“Excellent. Yes, I’d love to help! And it’s a surprise, right?” he said.

“Yes?” you said. He looked almost evil at this point, baring his teeth in his version of a smirk.

“Even better.”

With the second years thusly recruited and the first years taken care of by Nobara (you wasn’t sure what, exactly, she had over Fushiguro to convince him to join in on the festivities, but judging by the sour expression on his face when he RSVP'd to you, it had to be something), the guest list was complete. Panda assured you he’d get Inumaki to come without being obvious, and you were happy to entrust the task to him.

This left you to go shopping for party supplies, using Gojo’s credit card (Fushiguro had told you where it was hidden). You had convinced Nobara to stay behind, claiming that she needed to hold down the fort in your absence and get started on cleaning the room you’d use for the party. That was a lie, of course — you actually just didn’t want to take her shopping with you. If she came, you wouldn’t be back before midnight, and the party was supposed to be tonight.

“Where are you going?” Inumaki said. You almost screamed at the sound of his voice; you hadn’t expected him to just manifest out of nowhere, and especially not when you were trying to sneak out of the school in order to buy things for his surprise party.

“Shopping!” you said.

“Can I come? I feel like things were kinda left off weirdly last time we spoke, and I hoped we could try to fix them,” he said. You were unused to hearing him speak so many words at once, and you were mesmerised for a second before you mentally slapped yourself out of it.

“No! You cannot come. Sorry,” you said, feeling bad. You wanted nothing more than to talk with Inumaki, to talk and talk until your throat went dry and your words ran out, but if he saw what you were shopping for, then he’d catch on to the plan.

“Oh. Is it because I told you — ?”

“Absolutely not!” you yelped, cutting him off, not wanting him to get any ideas, “I’m shopping for personal things. Like tampons.”

“I don’t really mind that,” he said shyly, “I don’t think tampons are gross. I mean, they’re only plastic and cotton. I just really want to talk with you.”

“Sex toys!” you said.

“Um, what?” he said, taken aback. Your face was hot with embarrassment, but you needed him to understand that he was not allowed to come shopping with you. So you locked eyes with him and tried to repeat yourself.

“I am going shopping for, uh, you know…I mean, you heard me!” you said.

“Right!” he said, and he was so completely red you almost called him Clifford, “I’ll leave you to it, then! I guess we can talk later.”

You gave him a fake smile and a thumbs up, staying frozen in place until he had disappeared from sight. Then, with a wail, you called Nobara.

“I fucking told him I was shopping for sex toys!” you said, not even waiting for her to greet you like usual. There was a long silence on the other end of the line before someone cleared their throat.

“This is Fushiguro,” he said. You promptly hung up and cursed your luck. You should’ve sent Nobara to do the shopping. You really, reallyshould’ve sent Nobara.

That evening, as the sun set over the horizon and Panda distracted Inumaki, the rest of you decorated the room that Nobara and Yuji had cleared earlier in the day. Maki and Nobara were too busy whispering amongst each other to actually help, though, and you were hiding in the corner, too terrified of his reaction to even glance in Fushiguro’s direction. For his part, he did an excellent job of ignoring you, leaving him and Yuji to do the majority of the setting up.

When anxiety made it difficult to breathe, you began to fiddle with the projector, where Okkotsu’s face would be shown once he called in to the party. The green light was blinking, which meant that it was ready to go and was only waiting for you to connect your phone to it.

“It’s going to be fine,” Nobara soothed you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I think he’ll be thankful you planned something like this at all.”

“And I still think you should confess your feelings,” Maki said, adding her unwanted opinion, “Seriously! If he rejects you then it doesn’t matter, because he’ll just be leaving soon anyways. I think you should consider it.”

“She’s right,” Nobara said, “Here, maybe this’ll motivate you.”

She leaned in until her lips were barely brushing against the shell of your ear, cool breath tickling against your neck.

“What are you doing?” you said, unamused. She pitched her voice lower before speaking.

“Bonito flakes.”

“You little — stop doing that! I do not have an ingredients fetish!” you shouted, hitting her shoulder repeatedly. She burst into raucous laughter, tears of mirth gathering along her lash line.

“I’m going to have to request you to please stop talking about your intimate life in front of me, please,” Fushiguro said uncomfortably, “I already know far more than I ever wanted to.”

“Fushiguro, it wasn’t like that, I was shopping for party supplies! I only said the other thing to throw Inumaki off the trail,” you said.

“Okay,” he said, obviously not believing you but allowing you to pretend, “Whatever you say.”

“Shh! Panda and Inumaki are on their way!” Yuji said, interrupting the conversation by hushing all of you obnoxiously, “Everyone, positions!”

You all ducked behind various pieces of furniture, and one of Fushiguro’s Divine Dogs hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness before it melted into the shadows once more.

A second later, the door creaked open, revealing Inumaki and Panda’s silhouettes standing in the frame. From beside you, Nobara began to giggle, and you pinched her in an effort to get her to shut up. It worked, although it did have the unfortunate consequence of her pinching you back.

“What’s going on here?” Inumaki said, turning the lights on. As soon as he did, you all (with the exception of Fushiguro, of course) leapt out at him. He fell backwards in surprise, staring up at you through thick lashes.

“Surprise!” Yuji said.

“It’s not my birthday?” Inumaki said.

“Do you see a cake anywhere?” Nobara said, “This isn’t a birthday party, it’s a farewell party!”

“A farewell party? But who are we saying farewell to?” Inumaki said in confusion.

“You. Did you think we wouldn’t care about your departure? You idiot, we’re going to miss you so much!” Maki said, sniffing and wiping away a tear.

“Let’s all go around and share our favorite memories with Inumaki,” Yuji said. Inumaki seemed dumbfounded, so Nobara took the initiative to respond.

“That’s a great idea! I’ll go first — I really enjoyed the one time he let me paint his nails,” she said.

“I don’t have any good memories,” Fushiguro deadpanned, “But if I had to pick a tolerable one, it would be when I convinced him to use his Cursed Speech on Nanami.”

“I remember that!” Maki said, howling in laughter, “And I can’t pick a favorite memory. We just have too many good ones.”

“Same!” Yuji said, and he was bawling now for some reason, “You’re just so cool, Inumaki! I’m so sad that you’re going!”

“Y/N, what about you?” Maki said.

“Confess! Confess! Confess!” Nobara chanted, not even trying to be subtle about it anymore.

“Be quiet!” you said.

“Do it or I’ll do it for you!” she said. You looked around at the audience; they all seemed interested, even Fushiguro. Though you wanted to talk to Inumaki in a bit more of a private setting, Nobara and Maki were right in that this was the perfect time to say something. So, taking a deep breath, you faced the boy.

“Inumaki,” you said, “I know that I’ve been acting weird recently, ever since you told me you’ll be going, but that’s because I don’t want you to. See, the truth is that I love you. I think I have for a while now, and I’m going to miss you, and I don’t want you to go, so please don’t. Please stay.”

He blinked. “Huh? What do you mean? I never said I was going anywhere.”

“Yes you did!” you said, pointing at him accusingly, “I remember it! That day in the infirmary!”

“I didn’t say I was going anywhere, I said I leave you!” he said.

“That’s the same thing!” you said indignantly, “You’re getting upset about semantics when I just confessed that I love you, idiot! Doesn’t that even mean anything to you?”

“No? I’ve never heard of that word before!” he said.

“Love? You’ve never heard of love before?” you said. He shook his head.

“Nope,” he said.

“L-O-V-E. Love. That rings no bells?” you said. His face suddenly went snow-white.

“L-O-V-E is pronounced…love?” he said.

“How the hell else would it be pronounced?” you snapped, feeling far too bewildered and irritated to soften your words. How could he have treated your feelings so flippantly? How did he just not understand love?

Inumaki suddenly found the floor incredibly fascinating. “...leave.”

“What?” You said.

“What?” he said innocently.

“OH MY GOD!” Nobara squealed, catching on far quicker than you, “You both are idiots!” Finally, you began to understand, and then you were inclined to agree with her.

“So you’re not going anywhere?” you checked.

“No, I’m not,” he said.

“He hasn’t been able to speak for practically his entire life,” Panda said, shoulders shaking with laughter, “Can you blame him if he mispronounces a couple of words now and then? It’s not like anybody’s ever corrected him before.”

Mispronounced words. He had mispronounced one of the simplest words in the English language, and it had led to all of this.

“You’re not leaving,” you said again, drawing closer to him, “You’re not leaving me.”

“I won’t ever leave you if you don’t want me to,” he said, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug.

“Don’t,” you said, “Please don’t.”

“I love you. That’s what I meant to say all along,” he said.

“I guess I threw this whole party for nothing, then,” you said, hiding your face in his shirt.

“Is this what you were shopping for earlier? Not…the other things?” he said.

“Yeah. It was just a surprise, so I didn’t want you coming along,” you said, feeling bashful at how entirely silly the entire affair had ended up being. He let out a warm, gentle laugh that caused his chest to vibrate against your cheek.

“It’ll be hard, you know. Once this week is over, I’ll be back to only speaking in rice ball ingredients,” he warned.

“That’s probably for the best. Less room for misinterpretation,” you said.

“Plus, she has an ingredients fetish!” Nobara chimed in. You withdrew from the safety of Inumaki’s shirt to scowl at her.

“Enough with the ingredients fetish!”

A knock at the door interrupted the tense showdown; Panda opened it to reveal a delivery man, who was holding a package and fidgeting, probably out of fear, considering he was face to face with a giant, sentient panda.

“I have a package from an Okkotsu Yuta, addressed here?” he said. You slapped your forehead.

“Shit, I forgot about him! Thank you,” you said, accepting the box and then quickly calling Okkotsu.

“Hey, guys!” he said cheerily. His phone must have been set up against the wall of a building or something, because it showed him busy using his katana to exorcise curses and not even breaking a sweat, “Sorry, this isn’t a great time, but congratulations on getting together! I hope you like your present — hey! Stay away from the iPhone!” The screen abruptly went dark as a curse swiped at Okkotsu’s cell phone, knocking it down while the sorcerer snarled.

“Open the present!” Yuji said excitedly.

Inside of the box were two bright pink t-shirts. Both of them had white lettering on them — one said I’m Okkotsu Yuta’s Best Friend Foreverand the other said I’m Okkotsu Yuta’s Girlfriend-in-Law.

You all stared at them, expressions varying from amusement to delight to horror. You didn’t even question how Okkotsu had known that you and Inumaki would confess to each other. Clearly, he already thought you both were together, so it was really just divine timing in that sense.

Somewhere in Africa, Okkotsu finished exorcising the curses and sheathed his katana, casting aside his jacket to reveal a bright pink shirt that said on it in white lettering, I’m Okkotsu Yuta.

“Maybe they’ll let me third wheel,” he mused to himself, “I mean, they had better, considering how hard these shirts were to find at the thrift store.”

#inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki x y/n #toge x y/n #inumaki x you #toge x you #inumaki #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toge #reader insert #canon au #i leave you #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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riiwrites · 10 months

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Hellooo!! I have a request :3

Can I have Chuuya, Fyodor and Atsushi with a s/o that has like serious trauma but their aesthetic is just very cute and adorable? Think of kawaiikei aesthetic. They just love very cute things and use stuff like kaomojis

If this makes you uncomfortable I apologize! Take care!! ^^

𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖/ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓

a/n : hi! dw, idm writing this at all :) I also just wanna say i love writing atsushi sm he’s just so whkwjdnjw i have another request for him which i’ll be writing soon too so im excited 🥹

this includes : atsushi nakajima, chūya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky

genre : fluff mostly!!

warnings : mentions of trauma, nothing specific but just mentions of nightmares and traumatic pasts

wc : 637

— 𝐀tsushi 𝐍akajima

- atsushi 100% uses the kaomojis aswell

- no doubt about it.

- hell even half of your conversations with him are JUST the kaomojis.

- example :

- atsushi : “(●’◡’●)ﾉ”

- you : “(≧◡≦) ♡”

- atsushi : “♡´･ᴗ･`♡”

- you : “ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ <- its u!”

- you both are just the biggest cuties ever.

- but when he finds out about your past situations and what you’ve been through he’s very cautious on what he says or does.

- not like he’s walking on eggshells ofc, but he’s careful and gentle with his words without fail.

- if you were ever having nightmares about said traumatic past he’d 100% be right there in an instant to calm you down and help you sleep.

- he understands completely and is patient with you

- he just loves u vv much he thinks ur so precious bless

— 𝐂hūya 𝐍akahara

- chūya won’t ever admit it to other people

- but he’s genuinely just so in love with you

- it’s not that he’s embarrassed lmaoao he’d willingly show you off to anyone who asks or tries to go near you

- he just can’t let his mafia executive reputation go to ruin yknow 😔

- he’s such a big softie behind closed doors tho

- he loves your fashion sense

- when you first start dating and he figures out what kind of clothes you like to wear such as pastels n all he’s going to every shop he can find with such necessities!!

- all he wants to do is just spoil u!

- when he finds out about what you’ve been through, at first he’s angry. angry about the cause of what had happened and what you had been through, you of all people didn’t deserve that, not one bit.

- he’s more on guard when he’s out with you, holding you close and being delicate with his actions as he doesn’t want to trigger you

- he’ll comfort you if you’re ever having bad thoughts about it or just feeling really triggered

- he’ll have you placed on his lap with his fingers through your hair, gently whispering affirmations in your ear and kissing your cheek softly

- overall he just wants to protect u he loves u sm jbehwbs

— 𝐅yodor 𝐃ostoevsky

- he’s sort of like chūya when it comes to telling people he’s in love with you

- except he doesn’t even bother to hide it, he shows that he loves you through actions

- actions >> words (my saying (•̀ᴗ•́)و)

- wherever it’s him having you on his lap, him wrapping his arms around your waist

- he doesn’t care what people say, and if they do happen to say anything

- 😂😂😂😂😂😂 bold move. 😐

- anyways, he adores your style as much as chūya, giving you small kisses all over and complimenting your hair styles, colour palette, EVERYTHING!!!

- i cannot imagine fyodor with a working phone i feel like he’d type with one finger for each letter icl

- BUT you would teach him how to use kaomojis while texting

- he doesn’t..like them per say, just isn’t his cup of tea unfortunately

- he thinks it’s cute when u use them tho

- when it comes to him finding out about your past, he narrows his eyes and makes a whole PLAN on how to destroy whoever or whatever did this, dead or not he’s erasing everything.

- he’d start to be careful with his over affectionate expressions, afraid to hurt you

- he would also reassure you about certain things like if you were overthinking, panicking, having thoughts or all the above.

- “moya milaya, i promise you you’re safe here.”

- moya milaya = “my darling” i believe it means. if I’m wrong i apologise <3

#bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd chuuya #bsd fyodor #atsushi nakajima #chuuya nakahara #fyodor dostoevsky #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs #atsushi x reader #chuuya x reader #fyodor x reader #fluff

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kxmikomrade · 2 years

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Im bored and i HAVE AN IDEA So may I order GN! reader, medium serving, caffe latte, ANDD ONIGIRI<3 OKOK IMAGINE ISEKAI AU! READER WAS A DOCTOR IN A PAST LIFE(preferably a neurologist) WITHHH LUNAR LOTUS DANGO AND CREAM DANGO HEHHEHE

I totally did not thought of this bc I considered being a neurologist even tho I'm bad at science- just for money😘

✧˖࿐ Neutrologist S/O - Albedo, Tighnari

╰┈➤Tighnari x reader, Albedo x reader (separate) Order: Caffe Latte, Medium serving Onigiri, Lunar lotus dango (Tighnari), Cream dango (Albedo) Genre: Fluff Gn!reader Pronouns: Y/P (Your pronouns) Type: Headcanons Requested! by: @astrilien Warnings: a bit suggestive, but its ALWAYS SFW. jokes about death, a few swear words (like 1 or 2) Waiter's Notes: Welcome back traveler Astrilien! :) Apologies for taking awhile, please enjoy! Author's Notes: 2 MONTHS LMAOAO IM SORRY I COMPLETELY FORGOT IM- 💀

Albedo •Would u look at that! a man made out of chalk paired with a person who studies anatomy! Who knew such things could happen???

•Albedo, albedo, albedo... he's a special one

•When you first met him, you were intrigued because of how he seems different and bcs of his looks like have u SEEN HIS HAIR. And he was interested in you bcs of the aura you carried

•But you're all like ''What aura??''

•Like Mx, u literally tripped on your carpet and hit ur head on your bedside table's sharp edge and died then got isekai'd to genshin

•OFCOURSE U HAVE AN AURA

•An aura of goofiness that is 🤨🙄

•Imagine dying bcs of tripping smhhh

•OKAY BACK TO TOPIC

•U guys wanted to study eachother so u just naturally grew close

•You both never EXACTLY told your secrets but somehow u both found out and you're totally chill about it

•Also the experiments u conduct with one another is pretty sussy

•Anyway, if Albedo looses control and destroys Mondstadt, ur right behind him, collecting all the dead bodies to sell to the Fatui

•Thats so hot of u two

Tighnari •Ahh this ones gonna be so fun

•It either that u and Tighnari r like parents or youre just chaotic and he's sick of u asking how his genes work

•''How does your genes work anyway?'' ''Its like half Fennec fox, half human'' ''So you're telling me that, at some point of history, a Human fucked a Fennec fox???'' ''....Get out.''

•U and him have sass battles in which u guys compete with ur knowledge

•I think that u would know more, but just with stuff IN the plants, not the ACTUAL plants

•Imagine Collei just walking in u guys having a sass battle with all ur fancy scientific words and she comes out like shes about to pass out from braincell lost

•^ not sure if that can actually happen

•ANYWAY

•Speaking of Collei, shes ur daughter

•Dont even TRY to disagree here

•She looks up to u alot, even when u can get scary sometimes

•Like the time when someone was being rude to her so u threatened to crack open their skull, scoop their brain out, boil them and feed it to the animals

•Pls seek help for u, Tighnari and Collei, u all need therapy and a vacation to Mondstadt

(397 words)

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin crack #genshin tighnari #genshin albedo #albedo x reader #tighnari x reader

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Hello! You are a really good artist. I really like your drawing and I just want to ask one thing. How did Jade and Ghost meet, how did they get to know each other? I hope I don't offend you with this question, but if I do, I'm sorry

Hello! (・∀・)ﾉ It's absolutely fine to ask the stories around my OC! In fact It's really nice lol

Okay so to answer this question, there's two answers because Jade had already existed before the rebooted!MWII. She was originally created for the OG!Ghost, but after the reboot!Ghost released, I personally like him more HAH.

for the OG!Ghost : Jade was a retired MI6, but got called again to be an in-field analyzer and translator sent by MI6 to help TF141 deal with Makarov's terrorism acts. Ghost didn't trust her at first as her combat ability was almost as good as he was despite her small figure, so he couldn't trust her. They became rivals at everything until one day they sparred and Jade forcefully opened his mask 🥲🥲 Things get weird from there 🙊 for the Rebooted!Ghost : Jade is also a retired MI6, but got called back by Laswell in 2020 to go to Verdansk in order to retrieve some of Viktor Zakhaev's files there. During that time, she bumped into the Reboot!Ghost and thought the other one was an enemy from the growing distrust among the Armistice -- and tried to shoot each other LMAOAO. Both of them worked alone on their own and with their own missions, so both of them got separated on not-so-good terms.

Finally in 2022, Laswell called her back again to go to Las Almas in order to purse Hassan Zyani after the discovery of a missile in Al Mazrah. Ghost and Jade met again in Las Almas, along with Soap, Alejandro and Rudy. WOOHOO \(^o^)/

So there it goes! Hope that answers your question! (✧ω✧)

#sleepy answers #thank you for asking #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #charlotte jade le jardin #ghost x jade #ghost x oc

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existingveryloudly · 5 days

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for the character ask game:

councillor bronte!

fintan!

marella!

aw freak yeah

bronte

-sexuality ummmm ace. lowkey. and maybe this is just me being unable to imagine him having sexy thoughts…. but not aro he gets crushes like a schoolgirl (but not often)

-gender he’s in denial don’t ask me anything

-ships ough i keep thinking abt those drawings with fintan by crescentpaws pls stoppppp it chronic fintanposter

-brotps secret dad society with grady and edaline also he’s beefing with actual teenagers he is so funny

-notp councilor alina whenever i think of bronte and shipping the only no i can think of on the spot is with her and maybe that’s a me thing idk

-hc: i want him to have like 7 cats or something which isnt a head canon but its a need

-general opinion i don’t think about him very often and he pissed me off at first but i’ve warmed up to him

fintan

-i think he’s a flaming homo pun intended but like closeted (either voluntarily or forced)

-bro i think he just goes with the vibes i can’t imagine him caring abt gender shit when he has pyrokinesjs and manic flower tangents to worry abt

-ships do not ask me abt ships with this freak therapy first u cannot fix him (but i can trust) i think he’s the type to have lowkey one sided obsessions with certain unnamed councilors and chooses to bother them whenever possible. there will inevitable be sexual tension

-brotps his future therapist

-notps for him are just anyone who wants to stay relatively sane idk (jk)

-hc: listen i’m very conflicted bc there are two ways u can go with fintan and they’re opposite directions. ex: the ass debacle, the long vs short hair, etc. i think he’s greasy personally but crescentpaws’ art is fr converting me i have to stay strong… im convinced he’s chaotic neutral and just does what he wants for the fuck of it.

-general opinion he is fan service for gay people bc they knew we’d be into whatever is going on with him

marella

-sexuality girlkisser

-gender cis girl tbhh but also i don’t think she cares that much. like she’d go guy mode to get some gossip and doesn’t mind being misgendered at all. probably comfy being perceived as both but she’s fine w how she is so she doesn’t think too hard abt it (might be projecting a tiny bit)

-ships marellinh awooga but she’s good with sophie and biana too

-brotps marella and keefe combo ahhhh, but i also love her with sophie and dex and biana idk pretty much everyone

-notps i don’t think too much abt notps just bc it doesn’t come up ummm maybe her and keefe just bc them being platonic shittalkers is so important to meee

-hc: probably smokes/vapes sorryyy it just fits when i think of people i’ve met with her personality like she’s so teenage girl. anyway fav vaper lmaoao potentially switched to smoking weed, i don’t think she’d do any other drugs tho she’s just a girl. i have lots of thoughts abt her can u tell. also she’s probably smoked with linh at some point to help her chill with her water idk i think elementals would be more tempted to smoke and stuff just bc of how their powers work.

-general opinion love her omg she is soososoo

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lightaflme · 2 years

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— ☆ haneul’s relationship with svt (maknae line)

dokyeom ♡ neulkyeom

sun and moon, loving siblings, sunshine and sunshine protector

these two act like they are actual siblings! a protective older brother and his cute younger brother

kinda in a “excuse me, he asked for no pickle” way

“hi kyeomieeee” “hi neul hyunggggg”

using high pitched voices with each other

always hugging each other, haneul sometimes picks seokmin up while they’re hugging

haneul likes to argue that he technically “raised seokmin” even though they’re only two years apart. but haneul doesn’t care and seokmin doesn’t mind either, he is haneul’s other baby!

seokmin uses aegyo on haneul a lot, which he gives in to. not because he’s cute actually that’s one reason but because haneul absolutely despises aegyo and admires that seokmin can just act cute out of nowhere without cringing 😭

very popular haneul pairing <3

mingyu ♡ gyuneul

siblings, annoying best friends LMAOAO

mingyu may be taller, but that doesn’t mean haneul doesn’t scare him at times

“kim mingyu.” “haneul hyung?” “come here.” “why?” “give me a hug.”

always. always. always bickering.

haneul is always teasing mingyu too! mingyu fight back

he likes to tease mingyu by casually taking his things, hiding his belongings, etc

“it’s hot, i’m taking your water bottle” “wha- i was gonna drink that! give it back-“

always sulking at each other 😭

mingyu is also one of the members that forgets that haneul isn’t in the maknae line…

minghao ♡ neulhao

best friends

cafe dates, art museum dates, picnics, shopping dates, you name it!

minghao enjoys haneul’s company a lot especially when he isn’t being loud as hell but shhhh

“where are you going?“ “just gonna go out because i’m bored. don’t really have a plan-“ “and you never invited me?”

fashion kings

they kinda gossip with each other too LMAO

“hao, do you know what happened between jeonghan and seungkwan?” “oh i’ll tell you, come to my room” they actually ended up having an argument over something really stupid and neulhao were laughing their asses off

also a very underrated haneul ship</3

seungkwan ♡ hankwan

frenemies but not really

even the members wonder how they got along in the first place LMFAOO

but at the end of the day they’re just joking around and having fun with each other <3

always making fun of each other

like they’re always making up stuff about each other, especially on insomnia zero

“also seungkwannie you snore super loudly and it’s so ugl-“ “I AM GOING TO GET YOU KANG HANEUL. WE BOTH KNOW THAT IS NOT TRUE-” “I AM OLDER THAN YOU??“

but when they aren’t being literal enemies, seungkwan is very affectionate with him

they are each other’s no. 1 cheerleader!

vernon ♡ neulnon

chaotic friends

they have random 3am thoughts together

“do you think there’s an alternate universe where we absolutely hate each other and cannot stand each other despite being in the same group for so long” “yes we are currently in that universe” “…i’m going back to sleep” “wait nonie i’m just kidding come back i love you”

usually going on walks together and taking pictures of each other

haneul is probably one of vernon’s favorite hyungs, but we will never know

concerning, random texts at super random hours??

they usually send each other cat videos though

“haha this is so us” “i’m the dog that pushes the other dog. you’re the other dog”

chan ♡ channeul

siblings, kinda father and son??

3/3 of haneul’s babies trio

although out of jun, seokmin, and chan, haneul teases chan the most

“my nickname back in elementary was jimmy neutron because my head was big” “okay jimmy neutron, it still is 🙄” “WOW 🙄”

super supportive of each other though!

haneul says to stream dino’s danceologies or else he will rip your hair out. or bite all your fingers off. your choice

“lololol chan let me show you something” “what is i- i’m never talking to you ever again” it was a picture of mansae dino and emo mansae haneul together

masterlist hyung line maknae line

#kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop male oc #kpop oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeen added member #seventeen addition

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seaofghouls · 4 months

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drop ur DA lore maybe?

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED! ( this is an excuse to infodump about my oc LMAOAO ) ( yes instead of a self insert, my DA is an oc, because i already have a self insert )

This is Darling Moreau!

They're originally from France and moved to America with their dad from a young age and Marc was their first friend. He already knew a bit of French, so he helped them learn English while they helped him learn more French. They were childhood best friends and Marc introduced them to William, Celine, and Damien when they got older. Which, led into Darling falling for Damien, with Damien reciprocating their feelings. However, they never got to confess.

When Marc reached out, they thought it was a bit strange. Because, at this point, he hadn't reached out in years. No matter how many times they tried to get to him.

Which leads to them getting shot by William and getting trapped in the mirror. They don't hold anything against William, but they do have a grudge against Celine and Damien.

They wear an eyepatch because of the effects of the mirror. Actor freed them from the mirror, in exchange for them being stuck in his games. (Said games being Heist, Date and Space.)

They eventually escaped due to Dark and has since lived with him. In their canon, Dark and the twins aren't the same person. They're made of the twins, but they aren't the same person.

And from there, the two of them establish Iplier Inc, aiming to take down Actor. As time goes on, they hire more and more egos, as well as just general employees who aren't necessarily egos.

( That's another thing, Marc and Actor are two different people. Actor is basically all of the bad parts of Marc, created by the entity.)

Right after they escape from Actor, they meet Marvin (Jacksepticeye Ego). As a magician, he teaches them how to control their magic. As time goes on, the more skilled they become.

They eventually date Dark as well :-)

And that's the basics of their lore!

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catcze · 2 years

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Hi hi~ Just had a random thought so hear with me lmaoao but what do you think the genshin boys would dress up as on Halloween? Just in your personal opinion? Much love, ~🪵 anon

OOOOOO babe this is !! so late but ??? Super duper duperrrr quick thoughts for only a handful of characters bc as i write this its like 4 am akdsakj (ALSO !! if you're my same 🪵 anon from before !! HI !! Omg welcome back imy and much love to u too ♡♡)

I can actually see Kazuha dressing up as some sort of cat-like yokai, actually? Maybe a bakeneko in human form?? I don't;;; really know how to describe it well, but for some reason the first thing I thought up was Kazuha in a kimono with cat ears and sharp eyeliner and maybe I'm being self indulgent and looking for an excuse to put Kazuha in cat ears but it is what it is ajksdas

For Thoma I can see him in a maid costume sexy ass vampire costume with the fake teeth, fake blood dripping down his chin and the white shirt with a deep v-neck and yk what I'm just gonna stop there before I tread the line into suggestiveness

For Tighnari, I can ?? For some reason ??? 100% see this guy dressing up in one of those unicorn onesies–– y'know, those unicorn onesies that everyone went nuts for a few years back–– and literally jsut wearing that as his halloween costume

Xiao dressing up as a demon ??? With fake wings, horns, dark makeup and a glower on his face that suits his demonic fit perfectly is literally the first thing that came to mind

For hilarity's sake I wanna say that Diluc dresses up as Batman for halloween HAHAHAH

#「 🍒 」 Sweet tooth !! 🪵 anon #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk

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jayflrt · 2 months

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56 years since i last sent an ask . hello jayflrt 🙏 caught up w the updates AND WHERE DO I START????? this is all over the place by the way.

first of all jayyn washington date ┬┬﹏┬┬ they're so cute god take away all their problems double them and give them to sungjin, yuna and whoever that client is 🙏 that washington trip definitely took a turn . . . for good i hope . AND HEEJAY R SO CUTE LIKE THEIR DRINKING SESSION TOGETHER? fuck romance we need their friendship to thrive ‼️ and hoon as well ^^ i know this is all for the major angst that's coming up INCLUDING ALL THE THINGS JAY'S TELLING YN ESP ABOUT HER BEING NICE TO BE AROUND AND ALL BUT HE'S ONLY WITH HER FOR HIS TASK u love to torture us. i am not ready for the angst if jayyn dont end up together i will end it all and pretend this smau never happened.

AND. the interviews. that the fuck r the questions i hope someone asked me what kind of tree i want to be during interviews 😭 btw i am asking u the same question. what type of tree would u want to be?? bc it's an interesting question nonetheless. PLUS the way i gasped when jay said he wanted to punch sunghoon....in front of sungjin. ok i kinda knew it won't end badly ( i could be wrong but jay wouldnt fuck up that easily i trust him. ) it was all so fun and games we have hoonyn back as friends, hee hoon r almost okay as well AND THEN YUNA? I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH HER? look i dont blame her for being the way she is since it mostly roots back to his parents but she's making it everyone's problem rn :/ IT'S SO ANNOYING LIKE I SAW YUNA'S PIC ON THE TL TODAY AND I WAS LIKE 'GIRLLLLL WHY R U DOING THIS' THIS SMAU IS EATING MY BRAIN 😭😭😭😭😭

btw im sorry for literally sending an essay here. ur logic behind everything esp how u've written the secret society and the whole thing about why it's called order of kyrptos ++ is so so good im loving this so far :o i hope u have a good day ahead ^_^

HELLO!!! omg how have you been?? 🌷 AHH NO WORRIES I'LL JUST REPLY TO THEM ALL 🏃‍♂️ I HOPE IT WASNT A HASSLE TYPING ALL THIS OUT

omg the washington chapter was like the only break they were able to catch 🥲 and then shit hits the fan as soon as mc leaves!!!! like i'd take that flight right back atp 🚶‍♂️ LMAOAO heeseung is wearing the #1 jay supporter crown rn honestly they're a married couple in another life ! BUT YES UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS THE IMPENDING ANGST but i am a firm believer in happy endings don't worry

nah seriously enough with "where do you see yourself in 5 years" i'd like to be asked how i see myself as a tree. also i think i'd probably like to be a bonsai tree just so i can be pampered. or a redwood tree because those are HUGE and they must receive so many hugs 🫂 what do you think you would be 🫢 LMFAOO it definitely could've ended worse for jay but he clutched up so well with the sunghoon throwing up excuse. also unfortunately yuna's still around but she won't be as big a presence as she was in the first act 😩 but so true she's absolutely a product of her upbringing but that doesn't excuse how she acts out with her friends :// like enough!!! HAHAH thankfully yuna's so pretty and makes me short circuit to the point that whenever i see her pictures online my only thoughts are Omg she's so pretty 😭😭

omg no you're totally good i love reading + replying 🧎‍♀️ also thank you for reading my story !! it makes me so glad to hear that you're enjoying the plot so far <3

#💌 : love notes #boyfhees #series: yours forever in 786

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witheringhouls · 7 months

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i wanna ask something really deep and complex about your wip but like idk im so bad at asking questions so please i give you the opportunity to ramble about it lmaoao

Okay, so I dont know how much you're supposed to reveal about the plot when posting about it so I'm just going to wing it. So in the majority of the story that is told through the diary mason lives with his stepfather (John) , his mother (Sheila) and his brother Charlie. Charlie is 5 years younger than him and they generally have a good relationship although a bit strange. A few months after he turns 15 masons father dies of liver failure, and Charlie moves in with them. When Charlie lived with his father he went to boarding school, his father was extremely well off and thought it would be better if his son was away from him as he continued to struggle with addiction. When he comes to live with mason he struggles to adapt to a less privileged life style as john splurges large amounts and keeps money from the rest of the family, Charlie attends a normal school for the first time in years . John takes a liking to him because of his upbringing and begins to favor him but Charlie is torn between the nice treatment and how he acts towards the rest of the family. Sheila spends a lot of time trying to grow a relationship with Charlie neglecting her relationship with mason who grows to resend Charlie until he comes crying to him one night. Charlie is the one who accidentally outs mason to john and he regrets it for the rest of his life. Onto happier things : mason and august. August lives and cares for his grandmother and doesn't have much free time because of it. They have a care agency, but people are always cancelling their shifts , but when he has free time mason always manages to sneak him into his house and they fall asleep cuddling and listening to records, they both have their issues but they find comfort in one another.

I want to go on longer but this is a long post. This was very Charlie centric. This probably didnt answer any questions you might've wanted answers to but ask as many questions as you want I love getting asks.

#writeblr #asks #The last word #rambles #asks open

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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jake lockley, avatar of khonshu be like:

#first thing i thought of lmaoao #this is too funny sjjdkdk #moon knight #jake lockley #asks #liaaacantwrite

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m1ckeyb3rry · 8 days

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── PEREGRINE // FIVE

Series Synopsis: The ways that you and Seishiro Nagi fall together and fall apart over the years.

Chapter Synopsis: You, a new transfer to Hakuho High School, have a first day that is even worse than you had expected.

Series Masterlist

Pairing(s): Nagi x Reader, Kira x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.2k

Content Warnings: unhealthy relationships, cheating, non-linear narrative, probably ooc, angst, nagi is endgame, kira sucks, alternate universe, original characters

A/N: just a reminder that this is an AU so things will in fact be different from how they are in canon (i think this is mostly evident w reo?? he’s really something in this past arc LMAOAO like i love him but he is so…interesting…) also dw guys reo is NOT a love interest he’s just bored and has nothing better to do because he hasn’t discovered the joys of soccer and babysitting nagi yet

divider credits: @/benkeibear

The first time you had a crush on a boy, you made the mistake of telling the girl who you had, at the time, considered to be your best friend. That was what people did with their best friends, so you had pointed at him and squeaked out your feelings in hushed whispers. Now, of course, you couldn’t recall anything about him, not his face nor his name, so irrelevant he had been, but you could not say the same about the girl who had been your first lesson in betrayal. Her, you remembered everything about.

Even back then, she had been tall and slender, with beetle-bright eyes and hair like an oil spill, her small mouth the color of strawberries and her round face pale like the moon. If she had stood beside anyone but you, she would have been widely considered lovely, but unfortunately, Orie Watanabe would forever have to be content with second place — because when it came to looks, there wasn’t a girl in the entire town who could claim to be your equal.

You had thought that that didn’t matter. You had thought that Orie loved you as much as you loved her, that she brushed aside what others said with the same ease that you did, that the comparisons drawn between you two were made by halfwits and easily ignored.

You had thought wrong. Orie had narrowed her eyes at the boy you had told her about, and then she had smiled at you.

“He’s cute,” she had whispered. “You really like him? A lot?”

“I think so,” you had said.

“Like, you love him?” she had said. “My parents told me that love is when you want to marry someone and be with them forever. D’you love him?”

“I dunno. Guess I do,” you had said before returning to your coloring page, shading between the black lines. Abstract concepts such as love and marriage and eternity hadn’t even made sense to you at that point in your life, so how else could you have answered the question?

Because both you and Orie lived far from your elementary school, your parents and hers used to take turns dropping you both off and picking you up again. That afternoon, your mother had been the one who came to get you, her freshly-washed car shining in the afternoon sunlight, her dark sunglasses reflecting the world around her.

“Mrs. L/N,” Orie had said as your mother pulled out of the spot she had been waiting for you in. “Did you know that there’s a boy Y/N wants to marry?”

“Of course there is,” your mother had responded coolly. “Reo Mikage. We’ve told her since she was young that she will end up as his wife one day.”

“No, it’s someone in our class,” Orie had said, despite the way you had kicked her leg and shaken your head at her, pleading with her to stop.

“Orie,” you had pleaded under your breath. She had glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, and it had been such a baleful expression, so foreign on her demure features, that you had shrank back into your seat.

“She’s in love with him,” Orie had said. “She told me in class. She wants to marry him and be with him forever.”

“I see,” your mother had said. “Thank you for telling me, Orie.”

All of you had spent the rest of the car ride in silence. Orie hadn’t felt the need to speak again, so she had only murmured a farewell to your mother and gazed at you over her shoulder before darting into her house and leaving you alone. As for you, you had been too afraid to even move, let alone say anything.

You hadn’t understood it at the time, but you had known intrinsically that you had done something wrong. Those feelings, which you had shared with Orie in the hopes that she would keep them secret, were of the sort that had hurt your mother, hurt her to the point of anger.

“Y/N,” she had said when you had entered the house. You had peered up at her then, still needing to crane your neck to meet her eyes, and at the fearsome expression on her face, you had shied back before you could stop yourself. “Who taught you about such things as love?”

You had stammered, more out of apprehension than anything, your first instinct still to protect Orie, though she had not shown you the same consideration. “No — no one, mother.”

“It wasn’t us, so it must’ve been someone,” she had said, clicking her tongue before her eyes had flicked to the television. “Ah. Have you been watching those silly American movies again? Did you really think you’d get to be Cinderella? Those stories aren’t real. Love isn’t something you can believe in. Maybe other people can chase those kinds of ideals, but we’ve raised you to be better than that.”

“I’m sorry, mother,” you had said. She had sighed then, so aggravated, obviously not believing anything you were saying — and of course she had not. You yourself hadn’t known what it was that you were apologizing for, so how could she have accepted it?

“Love is a luxury that only the most hedonistic and privileged of ignoramuses can indulge in. When things grow difficult, when your existence is no longer assured, you’ll find that love is meaningless,” she had said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Go to your room. There’s no need for you to have dinner tonight. We’ll talk in the morning.”

You had cried until you had fallen into an uneasy sleep, your stomach rumbling and sore, but neither your mother nor your father had budged. You hadn’t seen either of them again until the next day, when your mother had come up to wake you for school.

“Good morning,” she had said flatly. You had blinked at her, your head aching peculiarly, your neck cramped, and then you had scrambled to your feet, kicking the sheets aside so you could throw your arms around her legs.

“Good morning, mama,” you had said. “Can I have breakfast?”

Your mother had patted you on the head. “Do you still love that boy?”

You hadn’t even hesitated. “No.”

She had scoffed at that but motioned for you to follow after her. “There it is. See how easily love fades? In the face of hardship, it’s the first thing forsaken. If a man tells you that all he can give you is his love, then I want you to remember this day and run, Y/N. Run as fast as you can, because if he only has love to his name, then he has nothing at all.”

“Y/N L/N, your uniform is ready.”

You brushed past the amassed throng of parents, making your way to the counter where a woman with glasses was passing out the uniforms for the next school year. It was your first time at this store, but you did not dare let your face betray your nervousness, walking with your head held high and your shoulders squared, your nose lifted in the air as if you found every other person in the room to be beneath you.

“Here you go,” the woman said, sliding the clear packet over to you. “Are you new? I don’t remember ever seeing you before, but our records show you’re a third year.”

“Ah, yes, I just transferred,” you said. “I’ve been attending the girls’ academy until now, but for my final year of schooling, my parents thought it’d be prudent that I have some exposure to a blended environment.”

“Well, welcome to Hakuho High School. I’m sure you won’t regret your decision,” she said.

“I’m sure I won’t,” you said, bowing slightly at her, holding the packet with your uniform in it to your chest. “I’m very excited to be here.”

“We’re excited to have you, dear. Seishiro Nagi! Your uniform is ready,” she said. You smiled tightly and turned to leave, narrowly avoiding slamming into a comically tall, pale-haired boy as you wove through the crowd. Far too lost in your own thoughts, you waved off his mumbled apology, seeing no point in even responding in kind.

Of course, you had lied to that woman. Your parents didn’t really care whether or not you ever interacted with boys your own age. In fact, if they had their way, you would stay shut in your room for the rest of your life, a delicate flower preserved in a state of full bloom. There was only one thing that had convinced them to move you to Hakuho — the fact that Reo Mikage attended.

After all, he was their ultimate goal. If you could just marry someone like that, then you would never have to worry a day in your life. You would always be happy, always be safe, always be secure. He was the ideal of stability and success, and so, in their eyes, there was no one better for you to one day wed.

Unfortunately for your parents, you had long ago decided that Reo Mikage was a person you despised, though the two of you had never met. You had your own reasons for wanting to go to Hakuho High School, reasons which you could never tell them about for fear of losing your one chance at escaping for good.

For being as prestigious as it was, Hakuho High School was a relatively ordinary building. There was nothing special about the place — it didn’t sparkle, and no angels sang when you took your first step through the entrance, self-consciously adjusting your shirt collar and skirt, though you already knew that they were perfect.

This was your first impression on your classmates. The last thing you wanted was to come off across as some kind of an idiot or blundering dunce who could barely even put one foot in front of the other. You had experience being hated, but never had you been afforded the pity and derision of others, and you were not overly keen on earning them now.

Your first period was Physics, and according to the schedule you had on your phone, the classroom was located on the second floor of the high school. You climbed up the stairs carefully but quickly, ducking your head so that you blended in with the masses of students, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.

It would be embarrassing to pull out the folded map you had tucked away in your back pocket, so you visualized it in your mind, tracing the routes you had gone over in colored markers last night and trying to apply them to the maze of hallways you were standing in. Despite your best efforts, though, you could not make sense of any of it, and as the minute hand of the clock drew closer and closer to when the bell would ring, an uneasiness brewed in your stomach. Were you seriously going to be late on the very first day of school?

Just then, a vaguely familiar looking boy ambled past. You couldn’t quite place where you recognized him from, but it was more than you could say about anyone else in the entire building, and you didn’t have many other options. Swallowing your pride, you chased after him, closing the gap between the two of you and tapping him on the shoulder.

He had a messy mop of cloud-like hair, and his large eyes were the color of turtle-doves. His soft face wore a drowsy expression, like he was not quite yet awake but was rather drifting through the school like a half-asleep ghost, and instead of the typical button-down shirt, he wore an oversized sweatshirt under his blazer. When he turned to face you, your hand still resting on his shoulder, his eyebrows drew together, and he cocked his head in a manner reminiscent of a lost puppy.

“Hello, I’m Y/N L/N! I just transferred here. Um, I think that I’ve seen you somewhere, so I hope you don’t mind me stopping you in particular,” you said. Wordlessly, he shook his head, though you were not sure which part he meant to refute. “Ah, or maybe not. I must’ve confused you for someone else; well, anyways, it hardly matters. I was just wondering if you knew where the room for the third year Physics class was? I have it with Mr. Tachibana, if that provides any necessary clarification.”

The boy stared at you for a moment before he slightly lifted his shoulders in what you could only assume was a shrug. You waited for him to elaborate, to say something or perhaps introduce himself, but he must’ve deemed the response satisfactory, as with that, he trudged off, rounding the corner and leaving you fuming.

What a rude, despicable person. It wasn’t like you wanted to be particularly friendly, either, but when the situation called for it, you could at least pretend like you cared about others. The bare minimum was answering someone’s questions with actual words, but this boy could not even muster up the energy to do that much.

“Psst,” a voice said. You turned to see a girl standing there, her face bright, her hair perfectly curled and held half-back with a clip, her makeup applied with an artful hand. “That’s Seishiro Nagi. Don’t bother with him. Come on, I’m going to Physics as well, so you can follow me.”

“What do you mean?” you said, grateful that not all of the Hakuho students were as standoffish as Nagi. The girl used her hand to cover her giggle.

“He’s cursed. We think he’s the child of the devil or something; only bad things happen to people who talk to him, so everyone avoids him,” she said.

“The child of the devil?” you said.

“Mhm, he’s a total weirdo. He doesn’t speak to anyone, and the only things anyone’s ever seen him do are play video games and sleep. He’s not in any clubs or activities or anything, and he has no friends, mostly because no one wants to go near him,” she said.

“Interesting,” you said. It was a shame, really, that such a slacker was taking up a space at Hakuho. He must’ve been at the bottom of the class, but then again, there had to be those people, too. Not everyone could be number one; there would always be those who came in last, whether due to a lack of aptitude or passion or both.

“I hope you’re okay, though,” the girl said. “You even touched him! That’s basically a guarantee that you’ll be jinxed.”

“He’s just another high schooler. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you said. The girl shook her head rapidly.

“No, no, you don’t get it! One time, this girl I knew spoke to him, and the next day, her boyfriend dumped her! I really don’t want anything like that happening to you,” she said.

“I don’t think that Nagi had anything to do with that,” you said as you entered the classroom. “Things like curses aren’t actually real, you know. He’s just an abhorrently detached and self-involved layabout. It’s a shame to see, but there’s always going to be people like that, you know. They’re the worst sort, but the explanation isn’t supernatural.”

“Just you wait and see,” the girl said. “By the way, you’re super beautiful. What’s your name?”

“Y/N L/N,” you said. “Thank you. And what is yours?”

“Sonoko Ishioka!” she said. “You should sit with my friends and I at lunch today. I think that you’ll fit in perfectly with the rest of us.”

You didn’t have any great desire to acquaint yourself with Ishioka, but she was the first person who had offered, and after all, she had shown you the way to the classroom, so you hummed in agreement.

“Thank you,” you said, setting your things down in the seat beside her for the time being. Surely, your teacher would reassign your partners for the year once the period began, but until then, you supposed Ishioka was your best option.

“Welcome, class. I am Akihiro Tachibana, and I will be your Physics teacher. I would like to start the session with a warning to you all: this year will be of an unprecedented difficulty. You will be preparing for entrance examinations and completing applications to various universities, and at the same time, your classes will be more advanced than ever,” your teacher said as soon as the bell had finished ringing. He was a tall yet stocky man, his hair more silver than black, his eyes deep-set in his severe face. There was an aged sort of wisdom about him, as if his great knowledge was an accumulation of experiences instead of the result of extensive study.

“Mr. Tachibana is totally intense,” Ishioka whispered to you. “He’s super tough on his students. It sucks that we got stuck with him as our teacher instead of the other one. She’s apparently way nicer.”

“Hm,” you said.

“Since this is your first period of your first day, I will take the moment to remind you that this is your third year, which means that all of you are now in direct competition for the prestigious Hakuho Scholars award,” Mr. Tachibana continued. You straightened in your seat. “For those of you who forgot, the Hakuho Scholars are those two students who receive the highest and second-highest marks on their final exams. Every year, this select pair receives funding from the Hakuho Alumni Association in order to achieve their future goals, and as someone who has been teaching here for almost as long as all of you have been alive, let me be the one to tell you that the award granted is generous.”

“Sounds stressful,” Ishioka said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I bet Reo is going to get the top spot again, so there’s only one slot open. I’m not even going to try. What about you, L/N?”

“Of course, I’ll give it my best shot,” you said, the pleasantness of your voice just barely masquerading the greedy anxiousness simmering beneath the surface. You wouldn’t just give it your best shot — you had to be a Hakuho Scholar. That program was the only reason that you had even agreed to transferring in the first place.

“Now that that’s out of the way, let me read out the seating chart,” Mr. Tachibana said, his voice fading into a monotonous background noise as he listed off the partners that you would sit with for the rest of the class.

You waited for your name to be called, but it took a while. Ishioka was assigned before you, leaving you behind with a promise to meet you at lunch and an empty seat at your side, which you resolved to make your future partner occupy. You were hardly about to move, and anyways, most people were quick to oblige your demands, as you had this method of disguising them as sweet pleas instead of bratty commands.

“Y/N L/N and Reo Mikage,” Mr. Tachibana said.

Nagi had somehow jinxed you. You had thought Ishioka was full of drivel when she was going on and on about it, but she had actually been right, because now you were paired up with the one person you had wanted to avoid for the entire year. What sort of coincidence was this? How pleased would your parents be, that Reo Mikage had all but fallen into your lap before you could even do anything to get him there? And how furious were you, that you could not escape him even when you wanted to so desperately?

“Normally, people move to my table, but it’s nice to stretch my legs every once in a while. Thank you for that.” Even the way he spoke grated on your nerves. Reo Mikage. He talked like a prince, his words dripping with charm and grace, his movements elegant as he pulled out the chair Ishioka had sat in previously so that he could lower himself into it. His clear eyes were a shade of violet that shimmered like mountains in the mist, and his hair was the same color, hanging around his face in a neatly parted curtain. Unlike that accursed Nagi, who was the only other boy you had thus far encountered, Reo wore the expected shirt and tie, his blazer and pants impeccably pressed, his shoes shined to the point of reflection. “Are you Y/N L/N? I don’t recognize you, but neither do I recognize the name, so it makes sense. Are you new?”

“Just transferred,” you said shortly, taking out a notebook and busying yourself with your pencil case, though of course there was nothing in it that could really hold your interest for very long.

“I see,” he said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Uh-huh,” you said. “Look, here’s how it’s going to go: we’re going to get our assignments, and you’re going to let me do them, and then we’ll sign both of our names on the top and get full marks and be quite happy with ourselves.”

“Excuse me?” he said. You unscrewed the cap of your pen, labeling the top of the fresh page with the date and the material that you would cover in that class.

“I don’t have any interest in working with you, but I don’t trust you to do anything on your own, so if it means saving my grade, then I’ll take care of it,” you said. “I won’t complain or rat you out or anything. Not that anything would happen even if I did.”

“What are you talking about? Are you quite mad? I’ve been the top of our class for the past two years,” he said.

“You’re also the son of one of the wealthiest men in the entire world,” you said. “I am certain that those two things have no correlation whatsoever, of course. It’s just an observation I’m making.”

“You’re suggesting that I pay for my grades?” he said. There was a faint color to his cheeks now, but it wasn’t the rosy hue that your mother would’ve swooned at. It was an angry flush that made you snort as you copied down Mr. Tachibana’s slides, not even bothering to look at Reo when you spoke next.

“Pay for your grades, pay for your work, pay for shitty work so you can pay even more to get good grades regardless…there’s unlimited options available for a person with as much money as you, right? I’m not suggesting anything, naturally, so there shouldn’t be a need for you to be so upset, unless what I’m saying is close to the truth,” you said. “Though either way, it doesn’t matter to me. Look, I’m sure you’re used to people asking you to do their work for them, so how about you just act happy that I’m offering? It’ll save you money. Or time. Or whatever.”

“You’re presumptuous,” he said, but inquisitively, without a hint of the rage you had anticipated. “We’ve only just met, and yet you’re speaking aloud these horrible assumptions, which you have made not just about my integrity but also about my wits. I mean, what kind of a person would pay for terrible work just to spend more money on bribing their teachers into accepting it?”

“How could I begin to understand the lifestyle of the rich and famous?” you said. “Don’t bother explaining what it’s really like. As with everything related to you, I don’t much care.”

At that, he laughed. He did not yell or argue or have any other normal reaction. He laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you to his side affectionately as the bell rang to signify the end of the period. Startled, you shoved him off of you, glaring at him as much because you were flustered as because you were vexed.

“Do you really hate me that much? I’ve never met a person who didn’t like me. It’s interesting. I think that I like you more for it,” he said.

“What?” you said. “No, you don’t. You are as apathetic about me as I am about you. Perhaps there is even exasperation at my impudence brewing deep within your consciousness, but certainly there are no fond feelings between the two of us.”

“Just you wait,” he said, lifting your bag before you even had the chance to reach for it, hefting it over his shoulder like some kind of gentleman. “I’ll make you change your mind. You’ll agree to be my friend one day.”

“Why would you do that? And give me my bag back!” you said.

“What’s your next class? I’ll walk you there,” he said.

“You will do no such—” you broke off in the middle of your staunch refusal. Technically, you didn’t know how to get to your next class yet, so if Reo was offering, then you’d be a fool to deny him, no matter how much you wanted to steer clear of his general presence. “—World History.”

“Aw, I have English,” Reo said. “But that’s in the same area of the school, so it’s not a problem.”

You rolled your eyes. “What a shame.”

“You’re being sarcastic, but soon enough, you’ll mean that,” Reo said.

“Honestly, I don’t get what the end goal is here,” you said. “I’d much prefer if you just left me alone, and you’d have an easier time of it, too. Don’t you already have plenty of friends? If not, then please find some that actually want to be around you. With your income level, it should be a breeze, but should you somehow be unable, then you can probably pay someone to keep you company. Someone who isn’t me, that is.”

“That’s just it,” Reo said. “At the moment, I can easily become friends with anyone in the entire school without any effort at all. The exception is you, which means that you’re the only one I want.”

No. No. No. Reo couldn’t want you, not in any way. Platonically, romantically, even as an unpaid intern…he absolutely could not want you. If your parents ever found out that he was saying such things about you, then you would never hear the end of it. And they would find out. Always, always, they found out.

“Y/N!” Ishioka squealed, bounding up to you and embracing you tightly. You weren’t sure where this sociability came from at first — the two of you were barely anything more than classmates, so she ought to refer to you as L/N. And since when had you allowed her to hug you? Was everyone at Hakuho this brand of touchy? But then you noticed that she had strategically maneuvered herself in between you and Reo, batting her eyelashes up at him, and it all made sense. “Are you still planning on coming to lunch with us?”

“No, she’s eating with me,” Reo said.

“Since when?” you hissed, though you were as much a part of the conversation as a cactus would’ve been, considering how neither of them paid any heed to you.

“You’re friends with Y/N? She and I are very close, so of course, she’ll want to spend time with me today. But you can come as well, Reo; we’d never say no to you,” she said.

“Er, it’s a lovely offer, but I think that I’ll have to pass,” Reo said. You took advantage of the moment to snatch your bag back from him, clutching it to your chest so that he could not take it again. He glanced over at you in confusion before returning his attention to figuring out a way to bow out of eating with you and Ishioka.

“Is it like that, then?” Ishioka said, her eyes darting between you and Reo. “Do the two of you want to eat alone?”

“No!” you said. “No, not in the slightest. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s the opposite of that. I don’t want to eat with him at all. I would much prefer having lunch with you and your friends.”

But Ishioka didn’t want to have lunch with you anymore. She hadn’t said it directly, but she didn’t need to; her expression was pinched and sour, a lemon-sucking sort of expression that you were all-too-familiar with.

“It’s fine,” she said. “On second thoughts, we don’t have any space left at our table.”

Your shoulders slumped. It was the same story again, and though Ishioka wasn’t anyone special nor important to you, just the reminder was enough to pinch at your heart. “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe,” Ishioka said, though most likely, she only did so because Reo still stood there, somehow managing to maintain a dignified air about him despite how out-of-place he was. “See you around, then, Reo, L/N.”

“Thank goodness,” Reo said as soon as she had left. “I really didn’t want to spend time with her. Her and her friends are a little odd.”

“Yeah, thanks a lot,” you snapped. “She was the first one to be nice to me, and now that I’ve made an enemy of her, I doubt anyone else will want to show me any kindness. If this is your attempt at befriending me, then it’s terrible. I hate you even more.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that,” Reo said. The apology didn’t feel feigned, which only made it worse — he really was sorry, and he really hadn’t thought of that outcome. Why would he? It wasn’t something he would’ve ever had to worry about.

“Just show me where my class is so I’m not late,” you said. “We’re already cutting it close as it is.”

He was well-mannered enough not to point out that it had been Ishioka’s interference that had delayed you, but then again, although Ishioka had used you as a pretense, her true goal had been Reo, so you were nothing but faultless in the matter of your possible tardiness.

“I’ll wait by this door for you once the period is over, so that we can take our lunch break together,” he said once you reached the entrance to your World History class.

“Do your ears need cleaning? I said I don’t want to eat with you, didn’t I?” you said.

“Who else would you eat with?” he said.

Right. Because stupid Reo Mikage had ensured that no one else would ever want to hang out with you, not after what you had inadvertently done to Ishioka came out — what a bitch, she went for her friend’s crush? And after Ishioka was so nice, too — leaving him as your only choice.

“I’ll eat by myself,” you said. “And you’ll agree to that if you ever want to have even a chance of me liking you, because if I have to look at you for one more minute, I believe that I will scream and then attack you in a most violent and vicious way.”

He grinned at you. “I’ll get to my own class before that, then. See you tomorrow.”

You stuck your tongue out at his receding back and prayed that he grew bored of this new game of his quickly, lest you be driven to insanity before the end of the month.

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Huang Renjun is an asshole.

pairing: (slight) bad boy!renjun x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst,

warnings: lots of swearing, a scratch on a motorbike lol

word count: 1.4k words

a/n: for anon!!!! you gave me an idea, i write it ^^ i hope you enjoyed, i poured my entire soul into this LMAOAO

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Huang Renjun is an asshole.

He's a selfish little shit who can't even spare some of his time to spend time with you. His significant other. It's been a week since you've talked to him, and the last time you did, it was an argument over the time he's spent doing other shit instead of spending time with you.

Are you upset at him? Yes, completely.

Can you stay like that forever? As much as you want to, no. No you can't

Although you pretty much want to punch his face, you still miss his face as well. The way his frown would flip when you crack a stupid joke, the way his eyes would shine whenever you look into them. You don't know what's up with them, but they're absolutely stunning. And you miss them. You miss him. Everything about him.

The birthmark on the pack of his hand, the way he would let you draw on top of it and stare at it as much as you want. He never liked it when someone stared at his birthmark.

'I don't care if you stare,' He had said, 'I know you wouldn't judge. That's what I love about you.'

Love your ass. If he loved you, he would understand and acknowledge all he passed time he didn't spend with you.

You grimace at the thought of meeting him again. What would happen if you met again? Would he even want to meet again?

As much as you claim you loathe him, you're scared. Would he end things with you?

Just as your thoughts become messy with negativity, there's a thump at your window. Very loud, you suspect it's a rock. When you look out your window, your suspicions are confirmed, as there Huang Renjun is himself, a few more rocks sitting at the palm of his hand, ready to throw if you don't answer him.

And just as you turn away, there's another thump at your window, and this time it's a lot louder.

Whipping around, you throw open yoru window, and grab a random object from your table and throw it towards Renjun. "Oh my fucking god stop that! I swear if this window breaks because of your stupid rocks, you're paying to fix it."

Renjun is relieved to hear you. A bit scared, but so very relieved. He leans down to pick up whatever you threw at him, finding that it's the shell you brought home from the beach day you both decided to have together, the shell with the crab. You didn't know it had a crab until you came home.

"This is Keith's shell."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Right. He was here to apologize. "Can you come down?"

Renjun can sense your pondering, the contemplation creasing your face.

"Please?" He adds, "I promise I won't be long."

You're convinced to go downstairs and meet him, much to your surprise. Maybe it was because of how much you missed him.

When you swing open the gate, you take notice of Renjun's attire. No usual all black outfit that you always laughed at and called 'edgy', no usual neat and tidy hair that he claimed stole all the eyes, and no harsh gaze.

Instead, he's fresh out of his pajamas, his hair is anything but neat, sticking up everywhere and even falling in front of his eyes, and his gaze is oh so soft, you sense a little bit of guilt as well.

"Hey," Renjun mumbles.

"Hi,"

It's silent for a few moments, with only the sounds of crickets, and faint cars passing by, before the both of you open your mouths to speak simultaneously.

"So—"

"That's—"

Renjun halts, just so you can finish your sentence.

"I—that's—can I have Keith's shell back?"

At your slow, quiet voice, Renjun can't help but chuckle, finding the way you grab the shell from his palm very cute. Your fingertip brushes only just slightly against his palm, the first form of contact in a whole week.

"Your turn," You mumble softly, waiting for him to say his own sentence.

"I'm sorry." He starts. "I know I've been a really shitty boyfriend. I know you want to punch me, and believe me I do to."

You want to be mad at him, just as you were a few minutes ago, but with him standing in front of you, speaking, you don't find the rage anymore. You're not mad, but your heart still aches.

"You just—you're—you scare the shit out of me."

At this, you let out an unintentional hum of confusion. Renjun ought to melt at such action, sighing.

"What I feel for you is so genuine, Y/n. I've never felt this way before. I love you, so fucking much that it scares me! How can someone ever make me feel so fond, so special? I'll be truthful with you, I've thought about you so much. I see you in my future, I see you there with me, because I don't ever want to lose you. I've never been so afraid of losing someone, but at the same time it's fucking terrifying to keep you so close, you know? What if I screw up so badly, that you never want to see me ever again?"

Renjun can't look at you, even if he wanted. What he's admitting is something he swore he would never tell anyone about, something so raw that he might even hate himself for admitting it out loud.

He's unaware of the relief that flows through you, the absolute awe he makes you feel when the words pour from his mouth. He's completely oblivious at the fact that you feel the exact same way.

"I'm sorry for being a shitty boyfriend. If I could go back and take back what I said, I'd do it."

Finally, Renjun's head swings up to look at you, staring into your eyes. They hold his whole world, his universe, might he even say, and you have never looked more ethereal than now.

"I'd do anything for you,"

He'd go hours and hours to see you, even if you were across the world. He'd go get your favorite snacks found only in that one convenience store, even if it was at the most ungodly hour of the night. He'd take back everything he said last week, just to make things right.

"Huang Renjun you are an asshole."

He's an asshole who dreaded to be your lab partner when you met, he's an asshole who purposely made the both of you fail just for the fun of it, he's an asshole who took way too long to apologize for it, an asshole who confused you when he suddenly wanted to hang out, an asshole who shocked you when he confessed and said he's had feelings for you for a long time.

Renjun's an asshole. But you love him.

He's the asshole who took you bowling on your first date, the asshole who re-did your whole lab assignment himself just to get you a better grade, the asshole who you fell in love with when he let you draw over his birthmark, the asshole who's here to apologize for an argument you had a week ago.

Your hardened facial expression cracks, and tears start to well in your eyes as you let your emotions loose. "I missed you so fucking much."

Renjun feels all too relieved when you rush forward to catch him in a much needed hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He sighs and plants a soft kiss to your ear when you start crying lightly into his shoulder, a smile curling at his lips.

He's missed you too.

You pull away from the hug much longer than you expected, you guess the swaying and the patting that Renjun does keeps you locked in.

You notice the wet patch on Renjun's t-shirt almost instantly, grimacing at the sight. "Fuck, I'm sorry,"

"It's okay." Renjun pats at your cheek. His gaze suddenly shifts to a more playful, amusing spark, a smirk grazing his lips. "Hey, Hyuck let me use his motorbike to get here, you wanna go for a ride?"

You grin at the thought as well, excitedly glancing at the vehicle behind him. "Hell yeah,"

Apparently, you should not let Huang Renjun use your motorbike, or he ends up getting a scratch on the side.

All your boyfriend does is shrug and continues to go through some more cooking videos, as Donghyuck cries and cradles the motorbike to himself.

Huang Renjun is an asshole, but you like that about him, you guess.

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